Clint Eastwood called a little while ago and left a voicemail. Jake was listening when I played it back. His eyes got buggy and then that infectious grin lit him up. Later on that grin is going to go a long way with the ladies....
Dad, you shoulda answered. It woulda been tight to talk to Clint Eastwood. I didn't know you knew Clint Eastwood. That is sooooo coool.
Clint was stumping for his buddy, current Californicate Secretary of State, Bruce McPherson. And that, illustrates how the government comes up short when it promises to help you out.
Like everyone else, we've been hit with a fusillade of phone calls from political hopefuls, hacks, and pollsters. Vote yes on this. Vote no on that. Well, Boy Howdy, how'd that happen? All my numbers are on the official government approved DO NOT CALL list yet the very people I want to hear from the least are bombarding us with phone spam. Even the fax line. I'm sick of seeing the message: An attempt to receive a fax has failed. That's because they have computers that crank call every number in the book faster than any eleven year old can ask if your refrigerator is running.