Really smart people should have stadiums built around their brains so we could pay to watch their thought processes. For Ben Franklin and Thomas Jefferson, I would be happy with bleacher seats, but for Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking, I would sell the farm for seats behind home plate. I’ve read Hawking’s “A Brief History of Time” three times and still feel like an idiot. The theory of relativity remains a relative mystery. But there is something fascinating about staring into a starlit sky and thinking that both men have added a dimension of curiosity and understanding to the mathematically challenged souls of the world… I’m first in line for the challenged part.
Books please. New books feel good. They smell good. Books force us to flesh out characters and add our own experiences to story lines. My job requires endless reading, which I consider a perk. Away from the office I’m addicted to mysteries. Agatha Christie has to be the best…
The number on my “nice” list is still 20 … remember? … those with humor and caring, genuinely concerned about others. People who just make you feel good to think about them. I’ve received so much feedback. Am I on your list? How do I start my own? Are you kidding or do you really have a list? I’m not and I do. The list is just for you so it doesn’t need to be shared. Some people have made my list after meeting them the first time… others have taken years.
Why is it that 90 percent of the things I worry about haven’t happened yet? I seem to do OK with my current problems, even the serious ones… it’s the “what ifs” that keep me awake at night.
How could there possibly be a more exciting presidential race? The two candidates are expressing opposing viewpoints on nearly every significant issue. As the late, great Tim Russert once said,”Buckle your seat belts because we’re in for a wild ride.” OK, OK, that may not be the exact quote, but close enough.
I quit smoking 25 years ago and still think about buying a pack of Marlboros at the checkout counter. Those little white filter-tipped sticks hurt my throat, lungs and made me smell terrible but… I always thought if the world were ending tomorrow I would shave the end off a carton and smoke all 10 packs at once. Now it turns out I wouldn’t do that at all. I don’t know what that means.
I have fat suits, skinny suits and in-between suits but nothing I can wear today. I’m so glad brown is the new black because I gotta lotta brown.
Don’t know how accurate this is but someone told me a sausage sandwich is healthier than a bagel. I’m giving that theory a try on the way to work.
When asked a question, I have this annoying habit of presenting both sides before stating an opinion. Why not just answer the question and then argue the sides? Don’t know. I just can’t.
I miss “Bloom County.”
I had a fat cat named “Fats” for 19 years and a happy alley cat named “Whoopee” for 16. They never met, but I think they would have liked each other.
Doug Mudford is a lawyer and partner at Barr & Mudford, with an emphasis on serious personal injury. He may be reached at Barr & Mudford, 1824 Court St., Redding, (530) 243-8008. Send questions for “That Lawyer Guy” columns to doug@ca-lawyer.com
