I've probably got a decent combination of deep local roots + plucky-immigrants-made-good background to make for a nice enough story, but the fact that I'm implacably anti-death penalty dooms me for anything in either the judgy or political line.
I am so psyched for Suzi! She's at the A's game tonight (and crashing at my place after) and the A's are up 6 to nothing in the 3rd!!!
WE SAW SUZI AT THE GAME!!! It was thoroughly splendid. We were sitting up in our plaza level seats looking down at the field and the lucky people in the fancy season-ticket-holder seats, and I said, "Awww, David, look, somebody's wearing a wig like Suzi's."
Hec squinted and said, "I think that is Suzi's wig. I think that's Suzi."
I scrabbled out my cellphone and tried her number, only to find that I had her old number; then I called Perkins, just as one of those people on the field in the funny clothes did something stupid, or exciting, or something. Anyway, just as she answered, everyone started yelling, and we could barely hear each other. But as soon as I hung up from Perkins, we could see the person in the Suzi wig start groping in her purse for her own phone. Then she stood up and started scanning the upper stands, and we stood up, and we all started waving like crazed gleeful things at each other.
Then she came up and visited with us (our lowly tickets wouldn't let us go into the season-ticket-holder seats, but Suzi got to go everywhere because she is a Celebrity Fan and everyone at the ballpark had been missing her terribly). Not only did we get to see a truly glorious win, we got Suzi right in the middle of it. Thank you, Perkins!