text: I fought the bag and the bag won.
  I found the trees in my immaculate (ha!) yard all festooned with bags after a wind storm. 'I'll just reach up with a long stick and pull them down' I thought. Too high up. Just step up on a limb and reach...still too high. Try one more limb. Nope. One more..."CRACK!" Fell out of the tree, branch stabbed my leg on the way down, blood all over the place. Bags are still up there, they mock me as I enter the driveway.
  I was in San Francisco soon after and got hotel snacks. The clerk asked if I wanted a bag. I had quite a few snacks and cans of pop so I said yes. She handed me a plastic bag and rang up an additional ten cents. Seemed odd but "When in Rome..." Got back to room, emptied the bag, folded it and put it in my pocket. I'm all set!
  I visited Cordova a couple years ago on a job. Didn't want to go but it turned out to be just a perfect little town. It was winter, sun was shining, the harbor was so serene I was amazed. Why had I not been there before?