The first concert Donna and I ever went to, summer of 1968. We met Frank Zappa between sets and he hit on Donna. Altogether an unforgettable evening.
The bill for last week’s social whirl is due, and I’m paying for it in the form of chest congestion and a cough. It’s my first cold (or indeed any illness) since hunkering down to ride out the COVID-19 pandemic in early 2020. Donna and I have managed to avoid COVID and anything else — I”m pretty sure her healthy streak has lasted as long as mine — but it has to end sometime, and now it has for me. I took a home COVID test and it’s not that, thank goodness (and the vaccine, and all those boosters), and have apologized to the members of my book club and our friend Mary Anne, exposed to what I have before I knew I had it. I wonder if the six-year-old Sudafed in the medicine cabinet still has any oomph. Can’t hurt to try.
Of course I’m not counting AFib, which came on about this time last year. Treated and at bay, at least for now (and I hope for the duration, but who knows?) — when I whine about being sick, it’s colds and tummyaches I’m talking about.
Speaking of health, I’m coming up on 19 years sober, an anniversary I celebrate every Saint Patrick’s Day. Yay, me.
We didn’t watch the State of the Union last night. I can’t stand hearing that man’s voice, nor can Donna. If they told us beforehand he was going to announce his own resignation, I still wouldn’t tune in. From what I see in the news this morning, Trump and his captive party are living in an alternate reality where things are not as they appear to the rest of us. The media wants to go on pretending Trump’s words stand for something, but more and more Americans are waking up to the moral rot he and the Republicans have brought upon society and the country. Dare I hope the mid-term election will mark the start of a turnaround?
Just for fun, here’s a short TikTok video I uploaded a couple of days ago. The embedded video should come up with the sound turned off, but maybe turn your speakers down if you’re at work, just in case:
@paulwoodford165 Just playing around. Here’s a wrist-roll with Lulu and Fritzi. The watch is a Seiko diver, one of my absolute favorites. But is the dial blue, or is it black? I’m never sure! #bigseiko #desertdachshunds #andyswatches ? Time Has Come Today (Single Version) – The Chambers Brothers
Stay fresh (and healthy), cheese bags!
Sacramento Memorial Auditorium was a fine place to see rock concerts in the summer of 1968, the year of the hippie.
Sorry I missed the Mothers and the Chambers Brothers, ‘Time has come today, young hearts can go their way, can’t put it off another day, I don’t care, what others say, time has come today…’
And you got a story of the 53rd woman Zappa hit on at that concert.
But I did see Bob Dylan at the Memorial Auditorium years later; and Van Morrison at the Alhambra theater. Before he went anti-vax nuts, and they tore down the Alhambra.
Hopeful days. Delusional but jolly and colorful, if I’m remembering correctly.
If your name is featured one million times in the list of pdf molestation monsters of Epstein Island and you are still clinging to power you are the prime monster and you will never resign.
While the weak, gutless Dems seem content to wait for November and take no action while the ‘short eyes’ POTUS drags us to war with Iran or whoever else the gaga dotard hates at the moment.
The moral rot of the formerly non-treasonous Grifting Old Party is stunning to watch: this is the party of Lincoln and Eisenhower?
Even under Nixon, with his treasonous talks with Hanoi, the party had at least enough courage to tell trickie Dick to retire.
The GOP needs to go the way of the Whig Party. And if the Dems remain flaccid, inert and passive under Chuck Chuck Bobuck Schumer, and weak sauce Jefferson, then they can go to Hell along with the Grand Old Pedophiles.
Us normals want someone to fight for us. But who do we have? Corporate sellouts, and don’t-rock-the-boat testicle cosys for the filthy rich. Like Popeye, I am disgustipated.
Carol and I were in Sacramento that night. 2 days before our 1st anniversary. We didn’t hang out at any long-haired hippie concerts though.