RANT Dear Drunken Birthday Boy, when you ran in front of my car as a “joke,” your horrified friends told me it was your birthday, though we all knew it wasn’t an excuse for your bad behavior. Give up your moronic game of pedestrian versus car or I suspect there won’t be many more birthdays in your future.

RAVE To the wonderful lawn-service driver who saw that my wife left her iPad on the roof of her car and followed her up Interstate 405 and down Interstate 5 trying to get her attention. When he finally did, she pulled over and retrieved it. The leather casing kept it from flying off when she started driving.

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