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It's interesting to read about old sports injuries coming back to bite you later. You want to know the worst one? I was walking our late dog Auggie along the beach when he saw another dog behind us (that I didn't see). I use an extendable leash and it rapidly ran out behind me and I was too slow to realize it was happening. When it hit the end of the line, I got yanked into the air and I landed on a pile of rocks, mostly slamming into my left shoulder. I saw stars. Don't ever injure your left shoulder if you can help it. A left shoulder socket injury causes shooting pains down your left arm later on. They tend to wake you up. They also tend to mimic what you've been told is a heart attack. It really sucks. And yes, I do consider walking the dog a "sport". Walking my dogs has been a big source of exercise for me for the past 35 years.

Hi: This week I have listened the Richie Cole vinyl, Return to Alto acres. In this recording, Mr. Cole was playing with Art Pepper (Clarinet & Alto sax), Billy Higgins at drums and Roger Kelloway at piano. This recording was made at San Francisco in 1982, and my favorites themes are Return to Alto acres, Things we did last summer and Alto acres blues but certainly, all themes are amazing for me. Highly recommended... Regards from Valencia, España.

That's a great CD. Cedar Walton, David Williams & Billy Higgins were a working trio at this time and operated like a well-oiled machine.

Hi, everybody: I am listening now, Then and now: The definitive Herbie Hancock. Regards from valencia, España.

I think you are right. Unfortunately the world we are bequeathing to subsequent generations is, to my mind, overcrowded. Climate change is already creating scary wildfire behavior out here in the west that we didn't know before. Immense fires that there is no question of putting out where entire towns go up - you try to move people to safety and redirect it at the edges...

From another perspective, being older right now is likely way better than it's going to be in the future. While I'm not as old as some of you, I'm thankful for experiencing the analog life growing up and very happy to be lucky enough that it was without social media. I'll take the aches, pains etc all day every day over being in my 20s right now. The future looks bleak af right now and I'm not looking forward to it.

73. Getting old isn't all bad. My friends consider me a poor person and yet somehow I seem to have almost everything I ever wanted: several excellent acoustic guitars, an extensive collection of jazz, a huge library of books, a nice collection of cookware, clothes, video, computers, a reliable car etc, etc. I've lost much of my vocal range but my guitar has ripened over 60 years of playing and I'm able to amuse myself for hours every day. I'm retired, collect social security, and my needs are pretty modest so I don't have to work. Just at the moment the ghosts of all those long ago sports injuries have begun to haunt me and joint pain has become a way of life, cannabis has become legal (sort of) and excellent dry herb vaporizers have come on the market. And LED lighting. I've had a hippie dream of living out in the country in Oregon since I was a teen and now I do.

They are rock solid as a seller and has been mentioned, tend to undergrade.

A film still of Una Mae Carlisle on the set of “I Like It ’Cause I Love It,” a soundie from 1944. (Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture)

Turned 60 last September. There is no plan to retire because there is no money and I do mean that literally. We operate at a deficit. My wife can't find a job that pays more and I fear she is about to be passed over for the one position that seemed the best possibility only a week ago. Our retirement plan consists of: my wife outliving me (I've maintaiined a life insurance policy, she let hers lapse and hasn't replaced) OR winning the lottery OR, me outliving my mother and her not outliving her assets. Given the above I am not sure why I made such an effort to achieve a level of fitness and general "health" in the last 23 months (down 90 pounds, normal BP and cholesterol and A1C) but I was tired of seeing myself at 275 and I figure "live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse": I can now achieve the last, at least. Being over 60 all my friends seem to speak of is our weight and whatever medical issue or test result comes down the pike. It's pretty boring frankly.

"Age is a condition, not an argument" (Helmut Kohl, former German Chancellor) ...

I love the sound of lovely Una Mae Carlisle’s voice and her phrasing. I wish someone would look deep inside the Columbia vaults. . . I bet there is more to discover there. Una Mae Carlisle “1944 - 1950” Chronogical Classics cd

Enjoyed the article Mark. Not enough Barry though.

I should add that, after my first 12 hour surgery I stopped sleeping (this was 2021). Six months went by; I was sleepless and suicidal until I discovered THC which, in small dosages, has kept me sane since September 2021. Thank goodness it was legalized and I recommend it; it kept me out of the looney bin (so far at least).

Youngster. So much to come ahead of you!

Colin Steele Quartet - The Blue Nile (Marina Records)