You know how sometimes your mind just throws up random memories, right? It's like your brain is the ocean with its waves just washing whatever ashore--shells, seaweed, bits of glass, gross stuff, whatever.
Anyway, here was the bit of shell that showed up on the memory shore today. For some reason I remembered the time we were in San Diego when I was a kid, driving to Sea World and there was this young woman with a va-va-va-voom figure on the sidewalk up ahead. And the Coach said, "Man. She's got a swing in her backyard!" So TRQ hauled off and slugged him.
And I was so young I wondered why my parents even cared that a complete stranger had a swing in her backyard. I liked swings. Swings were happy!
And in other random news, here's this week's column.