I probably should have kept it to myself, but while working on this week's humorous essay I came up with one of those ideas that practically writes itself.
During the opening ceremonies of the 1964 Summer Games, 8,000 pigeons were released into the sky. Surely at least one member of the International Olympic Committee (IOC) breathed a sigh of relief that Léon de Lunden was not there to create what certainly would have been a public relations nightmare.
Every once in a while, even a big city like Los Angeles can feel like a small town, the kind of place where everybody knows your business. This is especially true when my wife insists I go to the doctor.