• I’m a sucker for “How We Met” stories… spouse, friend, significant other… I like ‘em all. Cherry and I met on a blind date and were married two months later at the Redding Airport… they held the plane until the ceremony was finished. That was almost 32 years ago.
• Every morning the mirror reminds me to be nice, then halfway to work, a driver changes lanes too close to my car… “be nice,” my butt.
• Sometimes I wonder if I’m prone to exaggeration… naw… no way in the world.
• I never gave a second thought about parking straight in until I was told it was hard to stay between the lines… now the lines keep moving on me.
• “Epiphany” doesn’t sound like what it means but that doesn’t appear to be any great revelation.
• A young buck with velvet on his horns adopted the front yard for a day. My friends, neighbors, co-workers and a couple of strangers at Holiday Market were bored to tears with my hilarious stories and poignant photos… hey, the buck stopped here. (I know… shameless.)
• You can’t change anyone’s views regarding politics or religion… I think that’s basically true but when does it happen that we become so entrenched? 5 years old, 20? Maybe we should have a little red flag that pops out of our right ear the day it becomes apparent the mind is closed to further thought or repair.
• That last thought came up this morning when the mirror reminded me I’ve been arguing positions I haven’t believed in for years. I’ve concluded the mirror is stupid.
• Age is a state of mind, but a little plastic surgery can be helpful. I’m addicted to watching the before-and-after(s) on TV. In my business I see only the bad results, so I’m chicken. Fascinated, tempted but still chicken.
• Theory #27. I’m convinced a careful review of government data will show that divorces increased the same year bucket seats were invented and wearing seat belts became mandatory. Safer but not closer.
• Expensive but sometimes worth it… any wine named Rombauer, Hanzell, Cakebread or Duckhorn.
• Why do we care so much about what others think? I was content growing up in a place called “Mac’s Trading Post,” sitting on a stool, listening to the original Big Mac tell great drunken stories of wars never fought and places never visited. Then my first-grade teacher told me I was mistaken… no one actually lived there because the place had been condemned. I asked my mom what that word meant but instead of answering, she took me to the front yard to play catch. I remember my mom had a little extra on the ball that day.
• Who decided some fears are rational, some irrational? Does the fear know which category it’s in? What if rational slips into the irrational room? The mirror says…”You, stop it!”
• I found an innovative way to cut myself this morning. It may be time to take Steve’s advice and grow a beard… I mean, hell, how much older CAN I look? And think of the savings on chin surgery.
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” to doug@ca-lawyer.com.
