How to get attention: men, bikes, peacocks, and even North Korea
Greetings from the Ridge.
I’d gathered a few friends for lunch at a nearby downtown square recently when suddenly the ice in our glasses began to rattle. Then the floor began vibrating and within seconds the plate glass in the café window shook with a violence that I thought was only confined to the West Coast earthquake zone, and before long we could no longer hear ourselves talk.
My friend Marge shouted, “Good God Almighty! It’s the end of the world!”
The gal on my right checked her iPhone and found that there was no End of World event on her schedule and calmed our fears by simply saying, “Motorcycles.” A group of otherwise mature men were circling the town square on their Harleys, Hondas, and hormones, revving their engines, kicking up a storm of dust in the street and a stream of conversation at our lunch table.