Many years ago, I met this tech exec at the nosebleed levels of Microsoft management. Wish there was flirtation to spice up the story. I knew this delight of a lady for 20 minutes. Our lives went their separate ways. In that short time, I was able to swear at her. Poor thing. She was only asking for advice. Strangers will sometimes share secrets bottled up for eons.
We got to chatting. We both laughed. I shared that, in all my life, I had never fallen off horse or motorcycle, which I still hold is rather amazing. The latest incident was a week ago. Thank you for reading. End of column.
Going to get a soda pop now. The first two times the software mogul caught her hubbie cheating, she divorced him. Married two other losers in between, divorced them , then remarried the hubbie submerged in pornography performers for a third time, making for a grand total of five marriages.
For centuries, it gets windy here. And dry. Brush collects. Fire visits. Days later, TV news crews are giddy that aircraft carrier-sized water-carrying planes from Denmark or some faraway spot on the globe are headed over to help fight our acreage-gobbling flames. With the billions, possibly trillions, we waste over the years, could we not have multiple standing firefighting stations dotting the state, each holding two or three of our own super carriers and a fleet of helicopters?
Water tanks on every hill? Again, forgive me in advance. Use AI? Droughts come and go, but we eventually get drenched by enough rain to make our own ocean. I speak from experience. There are firemen and firewomen, and general smart guys and gals blessed with fire problem-solving skills and how to implement them.
