I thought the door was closed on the village entrance project. Then I read there’s a community workshop scheduled to discuss the project for July 16at the village entrance. Above, level and underground parking available next door.
I made up the last sentence to see if I could get a rise out of Howard Hills or Ari Grayson. Oops. I sit corrected. That’s Dr. Ari Grayson and Howard Hills, Esquire.
I think it’s cool how they go after each other in the comment section of the digital Indy. I seldom get comments. My wife says it’s because readers feel sorry for me and know better than to pick on a girlie girl with third grade level writing skills. She’s president of my fan club and recently heard from the Top of the World third grade class. They think I write at a kindergartner’s level. They may have a point. I take naps between paragraphs.
Aah, I feel refreshed. I think the community workshop should hold a field trip, instead of a workshop on July 16. I suggest a fact-finding visit to Home Depot to see what doors are available for the entrance.
I couldn’t wait to July 16 and went to Home Depot to look for myself. There are a lot of doors. I knocked on all of them. No one was home so I went to Ganahl Lumber, whereupon the first door I knocked on, somebody answered. “May I help you?” asks the most helpful hardware man.
“I need a door for Laguna’s village entrance project.”
“What kind of door do you have in mind?”
I really didn’t know and realize the only door I can think of at this exact moment is Keith Morrison of the Doors music group and how his career tragically ended at 27 years of age and what a loss to mankind that mine continued. Howard and Ari agree. I don’t know how they do it, but as I’m writing they are posting their comments simultaneously. It’s unnerving and distracting me from finding a village entrance door. Maybe it’s time for another nap.
Aah, I feel energized and promise myself not to look at the comment section until I’m finished. I got an idea. Actually, it was my dad’s idea many years ago. My dad and mom put a screened-in porch on the back of their house. The entrance was connected at the back of the kitchen. They decided to put in a Dutch door. Dutch doors are cut in the middle, so you can have the top half open and the bottom half closed. My dad said he liked that door because sometimes he forgot to wear pants. Mom liked the door more than Dad. This door was a source of much amusement over their retirement years. Occasionally, my dad would put a sock on the door and we would steer clear of the porch so he could listen to the Pittsburgh Pirate baseball games on the radio. Baseball is a long season of 162 games. I always knew when the team was doing well if by September my dad wasn’t wearing socks. Luckily, his birthday came on Sept. 26 right before the fall classic playoffs and the grandkids outfitted him with matching socks to get him through the World Series.
So, I vote for a Dutch door at the village entrance. Do I dare look now at the comment section to see what entrance the good doctor and good lawyer want. I’ll need my strength. Nap first.
Aah, I’m up. Wow, they agree on something. Both have picked out a nice exit door with my name on it. How thoughtful.
Mark is a transplant to Laguna from Chicago. He occasionally writes the guest column “Pet Peeves.” His recently deceased Border Collie, Pokey, is his muse and ghostwriter.