It's a mad, mad, mad, mad, max

Any news story involving climatic disaster and wild dog attacks is automatically a win, but when it ends in the word "doomed" you know you have a keeper.

The dingo ate my city.

I whacked blocks together at the Legion hall in Laguna Beach.

Irene Bland died last week. She was my very, very first music teacher when I was in preschool. It wasn't "learn to play an instrument" so much as "hey! music!" and I have fond memories of her. She was 86.

Thanks, Irene.