In early , Joe ran for City Council. He walked the streets of Manhattan Beach soliciting votes like a prostitute in stripper heels. Joe littered every residence, warehouse, beach house, coffee house, art house, tea house, farmhouse, doghouse, henhouse and outhouse with his lawn signs, buttons and banners.
And just like House of Cards , there was sign stealing, name calling, public humiliation, lies and obfuscation. Mostly by Nancy. In the end, Joe lost. After the loss, Joe and Nancy headed to Belize to lick their wounds, each other and some darned good bottles of rum.
No details will be forthcoming. It seems like only eight years ago that Taylor, 27, was being dropped off at college. Wait, it HAS been eight years! The Franklins are delighted to say that Taylor finally stumbled into commencement exercises after it was explained to her that this was not a gym workout and received her diploma.
Nancy and Joe, having driven down, were immediately carjacked. Everyone is doing well. As for the other grandchildren, Maci , 5, started kindergarten this year. Her favorite parts of the day are lunch and naps. Just like her grandparents. Nancy is now ripe enough to be attracting flies. She still has a tenuous grip on reality and will be re-launching her website, Mirthquakes. Instead of living in a tent in their backyard with a garden hose and porta-potty, Joe found a cute 2-bedroom Strand tear down.
It was scheduled to be torn down in mid-November. But the Pine Avenue Clampetts moved in anyway. Life is hard at the beach: Hard not to listen to the gentle sound of the surf.
