My hometown of Collingswood is a great place to live. Great little community with tons of things to do, great places to eat, and a great train line that connects us to Philadelphia at all hours of the night. So it was no surprise that when Reader's Digest sponsored a competition for the best community in America, the residents of Collingswood came together and got out the vote like they should. Some 66,000 votes were cast which was good enough for 16th place in the country and $5,000 in cash for the town to spend it however they wished. Our Mayor, to his credit, thought it would be best spent for an art piece in one of the town's parks. They announced a competition, and were going to select three finalists to faceoff in an online vote and announce the winner. Without sounding like some pompous ass, I thought I'd have a pretty good shot at winning it. Nope. I got my rejection letter from the borough, and then to add insult to injury, ugh...nevermind. I'm not a sore loser, but if I can't beat out that dragon, I think I should consider a different career path. For more on the story, click here. This one hurt.
You know how ambulance drivers never let the siren be anymore? Like they'll play little snippets of the siren when they go through an intersection or someone is in their way. Whoop whoop whoop... kinda like an arcade sound. I was thinking about that the other day as an ambulance passed. Like-what's that guy doing in there to make that sound? Are there little paddles on the steering wheel that he presses like he's changing the radio station? Nah. I picture him with DJ headphones on one ear and a little turntable next to him on the console between his seat and the passenger seat... whoop whoop whoop.... whupwhu---whhhhhhhup. Get out the way! whuwhuuup!