I’ve lived in Los Angeles for almost 30 years now. To quote Donny Osmond, “And that’s a long, long time.” Consider, when I moved to The City of Angels, curling still used actual brooms instead of those ultra-high-tech sweepy things. Am I the only
traditionalist left on God’s rapidly-warming Earth who misses the majestic “Flappa Dappa, Flappa Dappa” of the mighty besom as stalwart men of iron will guided their beloved “rock” (I really know the lingo) to its date with other rocks of a different color and destiny?