I'm in a Mojave state of mind. Fading glimpses of steam vent snoozers and walking from the car in single digit temperatures do little to offset the resounding mind grab of September lantanas and honeysuckle trumpets. False prophets are everywhere but this guy sends out signals of a Pottery Barn-free daytime where you don't own it if you break it. The stirrups have to be just right but seriously, man, you can ride this way beyond the sunset. The grape comes into play somewhere in the second act and if the Hot-to- Scots leave Britain, I'll be singing the chorus here where it doesn't matter if you're in Montrose or Glascow, it's your state of mind that matters, Angus

Dougal was a typical Scot. His wife Martha had just died and he wanted to place the least expensive death notice. He went to the newspaper office and wrote on the lodgement from, "Martha died." The clerk explained that there was a minimum charge and he could have five words. Dougal added three more words: "Martha died, Toyota for sale."