I want some young blood

Okay, I know that sounds creepy, but hear me out. There's a place in California where a doctor will pump you up with plasma from young donors... with the hope it that it will make you feel more vital, and slow the aging process. No kidding. Over the years, there have been a number of different studies--- mostly on mice-- which suggest that "young" blood introduced into the veins of an aging recipient could have restorative effects. So this doctor in Monterey California is charging people $8000 for a bag of "young" plasma to drip into their veins. And so far, no scientific proof that it works. But what if it does? Call me a bloodsucker, but if a bag or two of "young" blood that will make me young again... and I'll empty out the old savings account and head to Monterey.

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I was wrong about the paper

About a year ago I gave up newspapers. Too bulky, a waste of paper, and I got all the news I could digest from the internet. I love the way I can skim through articles on my smartphone. .. it's efficient and easy to access. But on a recent getaway to a sunny spot in California, I was reintroduced to The Paper. And it's better. .. lots better. In the wake of dwindling circulation, the LA Times has retooled, with a narrower, easy to handle format, a clean layout, and what's seems to be. .. fewer ads? In other words, it's fantastic. And so I did something i swore I'd never do. I resubscribed. Maybe, just maybe... the tactile experience of the morning paper isn't dead. Plus, now if I ever need to wrap a fish, I've got something to wrap it in.

It's just meat, people

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Death of The Payphone

Halfway to the grocery store I realized I'd left my cell phone on the kitchen counter. Panicked, I looked for an easy place to turn around, but nothing was easy. So, I made the bold decision to keep going. Hey, I lived for years without a cell phone. Why do I need one now just to go to the grocery store? Pushing my cart through the aisles I was twitching. I needed that phone. What if something happens and I need to make a call? I made it safely through the checkout without a heart attack or armed robbery, and headed back to my car... scanning for a payphone... just in case. Nothing. Driving home, I looked on every corner hoping to see my old friend, the Payphone. I drove for blocks... looking up and down streets, in mini malls, and in gas stations until finally, outside a dilapidated liquor store, there it was. A payphone. Beaten, broken, and covered in grime, this was once the gr...

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