Imagine my horror!

After I finished up with court this morning I went out for breakfast – a place called “Maples” a couple of blocks from the court house here in Ukiah. As I settled in with my coffee and opened the paper I was treated to a serenade from the flat screen on the wall near me. The View was on and Barbara Walters, Rosy O’Donnel, and two women I don’t know were lined along side a grand piano with an aging Neil Sedaka on the playing end. After a brief conversation about all of his kids and grandkids no doubt calculated to reassure us of his heterosexuality I was treated to a chorus of all five of them singing Love Will Keep Us Together.

How do I write about this without letting out my inner condescending smug liberal elitist? Too late I think. I’m just trying to imagine a scenario that could be more classically insipid. Maybe a Partridge Family reunion joined with Peter Frampton to sing Muskrat Love and Billy Don’t be a Hero.

So now I’m in my hotel room enjoying WiFi, at my peril apparently. I have to meet clients in Laytonville at three o’clock. Later.

Meanwhile feel free to comment on Sheryl Crow’s flirtations with Karl Rove, as long as we’re blending pop culture with social commentary.