Yeah, so when Bill was at school in Northern California he would tell me about the strange people he met there—freaks, the lot of them, like guys who molested dogs and wore black cloaks, guys who followed Satan but preached to strangers like they were Hare Krishna.

Bill swore that Northern California was unlike Southern California in almost every way possible, and I can agree to some point. For instance, the north tends to be more liberal in politics, while the south tends to be more conservative. Yet I really must say that we have just as many weirdos down here as they have up there. I didn’t know of any at the time Bill and I talked about this, but hey… it was only a matter of time before some San Diego freak drove an army tank down the freeway.

It’s been years, though, since I’ve seen anything weird in “the Southland.” Every now and then, Jim‘s observations on Orange County life and people amuse me, but they more often than not show quirkiness rather than weirdness.

Then finally it happened. Orange County turned medieval this weekend, and I don’t mean in a fanatics-dress-up-to-go-to-a-Renaissance-Fair kind of way. I mean truly medieval. First, some guy in Irvine kills two people with a sword. Then, some guy in Aliso Viejo shoots an arrow at a police officer.

So here I am, with the Highlander and Legolas somewhere in my neighborhood, and no Bill to brag to about all this Southern California weirdness suddenly popping up. I swear… why is the proof never there when you most need it?

Bill would have totally gotten a kick out of that.

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