Wednesday, August 11, 2004
A Little Traveling Music SamIt's been a long day. First, I had to shlep all the way into Brooklyn for an early morning meeting at a client's office. Most of the way back was spent on the cellphone (hands-free of course) trying to pull another client's fat out of the fire while driving into the teeth of a bad thunderstorm. Well, at least it felt like summer, not like fall the way it's been. Listening to Imus in the Morning on the way in I heard about Mike Wallace's little altercation with two Taxi and Limousine Commission "inspectors." At first I thought it was some kind of put-on, but the story was real. Normally, I enjoy a good tale of a celeb getting into a little trouble like this with the obligatory Nick Nolte-like mug shot posted at The Smoking Gun. Yeah, just a little revelling in the agony of others. Except that I can't stand these cowboys either. It's not even like they're real cops. They're just pains-in-the-ass. "I'm an 86-year-old man," Wallace told the Post. "For whatever reason, this guy and his buddy were intent upon telling me that I was interfering with the execution of the law."
Haven't we all been there
with these kinds of jackasses. I've got nothing against the police.
It's just clowns like these, or the dick-head local-suburban-speed-trap
cops; they get a badge and a gun and all of a sudden they're Dirty
Harry. That reminds me, last night on my way home from work I saw that
dirt-bag that works the speed trap on I-287. He was getting towed. I
almost pissed myself. I'd like Mike to show up outside the houses of these two jackasses with a 60 Minutes
camera crew. That was always my worst nightmare. That knock at the door
and then, "Hello, I'm Mike Wallace. Can I ask you a few questions?"
Might as well book that flight to Belize right now. But, I digress.When I got back to the office, checking my newsreader, I came across a post by Ernie the Attorney discussing former New York Times Executive Editor Harold Raines' opinion that blogs are nothing but "unsourced ranting." Yeah, from the guy that brought us the Jayson Blair fiasco. Go figure. Well, I finally left the office at about 7:30 pm and started bookin' up I-287 on the way home. I popped an Allman Brothers Band CD in the changer, something I hadn't listened to in a long time. There's just something about moving at high speed down the road listening to Southbound (even though I was northbound at the time). I drove into another bad storm with hail about the size of marbles and finally made it home, eating a late dinner and then sitting down to post these rambling thoughts of mine. Ah, Paxil free for 26 days now. That fog is finally starting to clear. File under Rants and Raves. 11:18:04 PM  Go ahead, make my day [] trackback []
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