I didn’t watch a second of the Michael Jackson service today. I haven’t said anything here about what I think about the biggest pop musician of my lifetime, the one who shaped what my contemporaries listened to while we grew up. Back then, I was chasing a different kind of musical buzz, and Mike’s stuff… Read More mike and jerry.
I’ve been tagged for this over and over and over, so it’s a little hard to ignore. I am, however, ignoring most of the rules: Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be… Read More twenty five.
“Tonight’s forecast — dark. Continued mostly dark tonight, turning to widely scattered light in the morning.”
I’ll have a lot more to say about Mr. Vonnegut in a day or two. For now, it’s sufficient to say only this: So it goes.
Imagine three junior-high aged boys — all of the extremely white, suburban variety — locked in one of their bedrooms, conspiratorially huddled around … a record player. We — Uncle Crappy, Juan and Carolina Boy — had come across a copy of Richard Pryor’s Wanted. None of us were certain that our mothers would approve,… Read More rich.
The Price is Right used to be more entertaining. Hey. It’s almost time for the news. This sucks. Can I start on the Knob Creek now?
Uncle Crappy 