I read about this elusive emu. Oh, how I love alliteration. Especially 'e's. Did it again. Anyhoo. A guy in Vermont bought 3 emus for his grandkids, and one took off and has been on the lam for 5 weeks. He's resorted to an ad in the local paper declaring 'free emu if you can capture it'. I don't know why, but this cracked me up. I'm picturing an emu running all over, and people chasing it. Which of course means I want to go to Vermont right now and try to catch it myself. Grandpa admits they 'don't make great pets.' I'm sure there's much more to this story. It's probably an emu love triangle, and the elusive emu, let's call him Elmo, knew when he wasn't wanted. Of course the other two, let's call them Eleanor and Ernest, were glad to see the back of him. I need a hobby.
Someone came up to me the other day and started ragging on me for a headline that had run over one of my columns. I listened patiently, then explained for the 4,000th time that I don't write my headlines. Sometimes I'm as surprised as you are at them. Sometimes it takes me a minute to realize it is even a piece I wrote, and I have been lassoed in with a headline like Family Found Living Under Rock, only to realize it is my family, and there is no rock. But headlines are supposed to be attention grabbers.
In the sports section of the Star today, I hesitated over the above- the- fold main headline: 'Spike in head injuries alarming'. Hmm. Who didn't say that out loud?