Those wily guys at Google are at it again.
If you went to "google" anything today (March 29), this is what you got.
The Google guys were expressing solidarity with the World Wildlife Fund, which asked everyone everywhere to turn off their lights for an hour between 8 and 9 p.m. local time -- Earth Hour -- as a symbolic demonstration against global warming. They included an explanation of their effort.
A nod to Al Gore for creating the internet?
-- T-Bone
I simply can't resist dipping my toe into the Southwest "cover-up".
In the 70s, Southwest Airlines used to ask their flight attendants to suit up in short-shorts and go-go boots. Perhaps the young ladies of today were simply paying homage to those bygone days.
But I am concerned because Albino Bowler has his heart set on wearing his Speedo and sombrero on our next flight to Cancun. I can't disappoint him.
Two final thoughts, one practical, one philosophical:
1) Isn't it kinda chilly on most flights to be wearing tiny tops and skimpy skirts? Just don't want anyone to catch their death of cold.
2) Who are these self-anointed morality cops who would ask a flight attendant to ask a woman to cover up on a plane flight? Takes a lot of nerve, I think. Mind your own business, Mrs. Kravitz!
I was feeling a little blue this morning when I woke up and realized my life if probably more than half over. That's right, it's my birthday.
Then I read this fabulous horoscope, and my spirits were lifted. It's almost as if it was written with me in mind. And now I'm convinced I'm going to live forever -- that's what Albino Bowler told me.
When I was in grade school, my dad told me he was a World War I artilleryman.
He told me that he was a high school track star.
He told me he broke his leg playing football against Notre Dame.
He told me he cooked jackrabbits in a snow cave.
You can see at what point I started being skeptical.
But my late father's credibility started a comeback this week when I took advantage of a new online feature brought to us by Ancestry.com. To commemorate Memorial Day weekend, the Utah-based Web site offered free access (until June 6) to more than 90 million U.S. war records.
I searched for my dad's name, his state of birth and in which conflict that he fought. And there it was: his draft registration form. He really was a World War I veteran (actually, the doughboy outfit in my dad's garage and the photo on the right were hints as well).
Now, I had independent confirmation.
Dad's draft registration card also revealed another clue. He listed a broken leg that he suffered at Haskell Indian Institute. Sally Jenkins' latest book about another American Indian school, Carlisle Indian Industrial School, reveals that it wasn't far-fetched for one of those schools to play football against the big boys.
Hmmm. Maybe he did break his leg against Notre Dame.
Now, about cooking jackrabbits in a snow cave ... Where do you verify that?
Tommy Cummings | tcummings@star-telegram.com
