Email or E-mail

          I bought a new pair of hiking boots. My old boots had holes in them. It got to the point where I could feel blades of grass shooting through the bottoms. I'd take my shoes off and my socks would be caked in dust. I'd been meaning to buy new shoes but hadn't gotten around to it. Shopping is not at the top of my list.
          Today's shoes are on the ugly side. I mean they have a lot of personality. Bright colors, stripes for stripe's sake. Even the plain basic shoes are strange looking to me.
          I found a pair of shoes that fit. The sizing has changed some as well. Either that or my feet have grown. Anyway, long story short, I got to the cash register and was paying for the shoes when the cashier asked me for my email address. The store wanted to send me coupons via email and notify me of upcoming sales events.
          "No thank you," I said. 
          I was in the parking lot when I thought about the email question. What if the next time someone asked me for my email address I told them that I didn't have email. I made myself laugh. I'd love to see the look on their face when I told them that. 
             

Palm Springs

          I was in Palm Springs a couple of weeks ago. I like Palm Springs in an 'I wish it were different' kind of way. The mountains are nice and some of the architecture is to my taste. But there was something about the grass lawns and golf courses that bothered me. I noticed that the citizens of Palm Springs wasted a lot of water. And for reasons unknown, nobody was saying anything about it. I get it, you need a swimming pool. I'm with you there. It's hotter than Hideous and you need to cool off. But what's with the tropicals? The plant selection was abhorrent. Everywhere I went there was a sprinkler watering a lawn, or plants that were plucked from a rain forest and didn't belong in the desert. The waste was incredible. I saw a sprinkler watering a barren dirt field for reasons unknown. To keep the dust levels down I suppose. The Palm Springs mindset was troubling to me. 
          Beyond that, I had a good time. I especially enjoyed watching old conservative men cross the street. I noticed they tend to dress the same, white socks, white tennis shoes, short pants, with their shirts tucked in. To top off their ensembles they'd wear a funny looking belt. Not all the dinosaurs are in Cabazon.