While I've often seen the use of home-going in the obits—"Home-going services for Emma will be held on Friday, February 27, 2004"—I've never seen one enumerate the entire guest list, so-to-speak:
|On Sunday, Nov. 4, 2007, heaven opened its gates and welcomed Laveda Griffith. Waiting for her arrival were her mother, Geneva Nichols; father, Vernon Nichols; stepfather, August Synoground; her beloved parents-in-law, Herman and Dorothy Griffith. Many other loved ones were there with open arms including her sister-in-law, Janice Nichols; and by her side, a son, Brent Nichols.|
Kudos for the correct use of "its" and a most impressive use of semicolons as super-commas. The obituary editor from this newspaper is good. Rest in peace, Laveda.
And from today's N&O collection... Gone fishin' for good.
|William, 88, peacefully departed on his final fishing trip on November 7, 2007, surrounded by family who loved him deeply.|
For the past week or so, my Brake light has been illuminating now and then even when I don't have the parking brake on. That can't be good.
At 9AM, I dropped by the AAA Car Care place close to my house. "Is it too late to get in the queue for a brake job today?" I asked.
"No, we should be able to get to it," a rather hot attendant responded. While I liked him immediately, I took an immediate dislike to the word "should" in his response.
"I don't know if it might just need brake fluid or something, but the brake light has been coming on intermittently. The car has about 63,000 miles in it, and these are the original brakes," I offered.
"Oh, if the light's coming on, then there's a problem, believe me," he said.
[Fast forward 5 hours. Phone rings.]
"Mr. Martin? I'd love to sell you some new brakes, but your car doesn't need 'em. And the brake fluid is fine. Your Camry's all set to go."
Okay, what happened to the "believe me" part from earlier? "So why would the light be coming on?" I asked.
He said, "Maybe it's the sensor or something."
Yeah, it's the "or something" part that I'm worried about.
"There's no safety issue or anything, believe me." Hmmm. Let's see. Where have I heard that before?
The good thing about that whole ordeal was that I had a nice brisk walk between the place and my house. It's been a while since I've done some walking, and it felt good.
I connected to iTunes to get new podcasts, which I haven't done in forever. I deleted heaps of them, which I listened to on the flight from San Francisco to Sydney.
I also redeemed my two $25 iTunes birthday gift cards from Joe, bringing my account up to $65, and then promptly bought Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits CD.
I came this close to buying a $25 collection of Carly Simon's music—Clouds in my Coffee: 1966–1996, a 58-song collection—but decided to hold off at the last minute.
I did a little bit of homework—not nearly as much as I should have—and then I took a nap.
I met Joe out at Flex, where it was finally a "regular Friday night," which means the show tunes and other musical videos were actually playing.
We played a couple of games of pool, and then spent most of the night talking with this guy named Tauz or Touz, who is here with the production of Rent. He's the merchandiser; I believe that was the title he used. That is to say, he sells the t-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, soundtracks, and coffee mugs before, at intermission, and after the show. Nice guy, and cute to boot.
Oh yeah, both on the way downtown and on the way home—my Brake light came on and off intermittently. Sensor schmensor.