It's the 17th, a very special day for Unloosen "dot" com, and to mark the occasion I have dug deep into my digital image files ("pictures" in the local parlance) to find a suitable photo.
What this photo is actually suitable for is anyone's guess.
I suppose it serves as a good example of how busy the sidewalks in Los Angeles are. It's why we seldom look up, there's so much to read and learn. I know I originally took the picture thinking that one of the coming months was bound to have a 17th day in it and that it might be fun to make a big deal and all about it.
Not only has it happened but, by George, it's a big one! And by "by George" I mean literally BY George. Whatever the 17th is about (and only Chris can tell you, because it's his website, after all) it is because of George being somewhere ("here," according to the sidewalk) that we can even have the courage to address these meaty issues.
If this sounds vague, it's because I never really new this George. This apparently entitles me to try and "ki" his "fss." Now "fss" is obviously just that, I won't insult the regulars here with an unnecessary explanation of that.
The real mystery here is "ki." Is he suggesting we "key" his "fss?" I hope not, because that would be rude. This means the only other thing it could be is a regional spelling of "chi." This doesn't make a whole lot of sense until one remembers that much from the distant East is not only cool, but very mysterious.
And then there's all those other symbols! I have no idea what those are supposed to be about, man, not even a feather-dusting of a clue. But then, that's what our big city sidewalks are like -- one big pedestrian Da Vinci Code.
All I can say is that you'd understand if you were part of the Southeast-Side (SOUTHEAST SIDE!) gang nown as Los Pollos Locos.
I fear that by saying this, I may be showing my hidden dark side, but I'm pretty sure everyone who ate my chicken plates and burrito combos already new it was there.
When I first read your comment, I thought you had written Los Tacos Locos...
The Bear and I once had some tacos that actually were "crazy good" served to us from a taco truck on Lincoln Boulevard, if I recall.
Who new that there was such fine eating on Lincoln.