Archive - Jun 1, 2012 - Entertainment News Article
âHey Fido, why the long face?â
Fido lay sprawled at my feet under my desk in the office.
âWhat in the world are you talking about?â I said.
âEvery time I fall in love, Iâm in it, then Iâm out of it.â
âDog breath, maybe?â
âWell, yeah, I guess I can tell that. Let me riff through these press releases first, then weâll have a chat.â
âI donât want to chat.â
âSomethingâs got you way down in the hole, Fido. Lemme finish these up.â
Thereâs something funny about a mule that nobody tries to explain. Mules are not outlandish, hide-slapping, hee-haw hilariousâalthough that kind of humor attends Mule Days more often than would be expected in dire economic times.
Mules provide the kind of mild amusement that curls one side of the mouth, an absorbing sort of sparkle that has demanded 43 annual repetitions of Mule Days, and expanded the celebration to an entire week of demonstrations (Mule ShoeingâŠ), competitions (Log SkiddingâŠ), and that old western standby, a Saturday night dance.
Olympic hopeful Josh Cox has a music library of about 55,00 tunes, says he, but before a big race, there is only one: âIâve listened to U2âs âWhere Streets Have No Nameâ before every race since 1989, the first line is my mantra.â For the curious, âI wanna run, I want to hide/I wanna tear down the walls/That hold me inside/I wanna reach out/And touch the flame/Where the streets have no name.â âŠ