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That's the spirit!

75! What the hell, what the hell?

Crazy. There was a time when something like this would have been considered a prank whether or not it was meant to be. This kid really fucked up.

Yeah buddy.

The satellite images are dated, no? I found my office and equipment yard, but the image has to be at least 4-5 months old, if not older. I've expanded my yard by almost double the size and the picture does not reflect the changes.

I'm very impressed with how many of you actually have met face to face. For me its' only been one, Dmitry. I've talked with soulstation1 and most recently Peter Johnson on the telephone. Hopefully I will be having lunch or dinner with maren next week in NY, it would be nice if any other members in the area could join us. I also will be in Philly that weekend, if all works out, I hope to meet with Peter Johnson. Who knows, I may be fortunate enough to connect with a few other members in Philly as well. Have plans this summer to hit a few more places.

It's a much more permanent horror, than say......,um......, gum in the hair is.

I've got to admit, I think I will. My buddy called me about 30 minutes ago to see if I had changed my mind. I'm not letting anyone come over to the house, but I did greenlight the next best thing. One of the jackoffs I mentioned works at a city owned cemetery. That's where I know him from, we used to do the regular mowing, but now, because of budget cuts a dfferent department oversees our contract and they just use us for non-routine work. We are scheduled to plant some trees there later this week, I might even squeeze it in for Tuesday. I'm going to assign a very tattooed foreman to the project. It's all in good fun, he's just going to razz him a bit.

You're killin' me.

You keep on thinking that.

First off, I don't mean to offend anyone that rides a motorcycle, and lives the biker lifestyle. This is more of a personal example of some dudes I know, and how I think they’ve let things go to their head. I don't ride a motorcycle, I can, and I have, but I don't own one, and really have no desire to. I appreciate the hell out of a nice bike and totally understand why people are into them. But, it's just really not me. Big cycles (Harleys, customs, etc.) these days have become very much the thing to have. It reminds me a little of when the nation was going through a love for country music phase (among other phases) and everyone became a cowboy, a la Garth Brooks on the weekends. Now we have "bikers" dressed up in all the leather garb, and dew rags, rumbling down the streets and raising hell. Now, some of these dudes are serious hardcore, and are living the same life they have been for years. Others are taking this up as a hobby and may have bought the Harley last week. These days, it's hard to tell them apart, at least for most. In fairness, I should not classify all riders the same, because some are just out to ride and are not pretending to be anybody they're not. What I struggle with is the "Billy Bad-Ass" attitude that seems to come over some people when they start up the motorcycle. I'll tell my story now.... On Saturday night I'm grilling some ribs and drinking a few beers at my girlfriend's home, which for the time being until I move east happens to be my residence as well. Just about when everything is ready, I hear the rumble of motorcycles out front. I say to my lady "is that who I think it is"? Meaning, I know it's a guy we know, he works for one of the municipalities my business is contracted with. It was indeed, he and a buddy. To make this a not so long story, I won’t go into detail as to why this dude is trying to get under my skin, but let’s just say he is holding a grudge against me. I’ve not spoken to the guy in well over a year. His showing up was for one reason and one reason only, to piss me off. He says he just wants to drink beer, I advise him and his buddy (another city employee) that we were sitting down to dinner and they have to go. One starts huffing and puffing about, “people don’t have to call me if they want to stop by my house, and I don’t run friends off”, while the other proceeds to call me a “pussy” and tells me to pull my head out of my ass. What do I say to that? I’m a smaller guy, nonetheless I have been known to handle myself pretty well. So it’s not really an issue of worrying about getting my ass kicked (although the getting my ass kicked possibility did exist), as much as I’m 38 years old, and have no desire to be involved in a bar fight in front of a house. It’s stupid. Just as stupid as a couple of city employees pretending to be outlaw bikers, and that is exactly what I told them. They ended up leaving, but not before doing burn-outs in the street. It’s a joke, they’ve only been riding for a little over a year. If I didn't know any better I may have bought the biker gang routine. Can’t people just be themselves anymore? I know some long time bikers through a friend of mine that operates a detail shop and another that has a welding business. They are affiliated with a certain well known motorycyle club. I spoke to one of them on Sunday when I was getting my car washed. He suggested inviting the two over for a cookout but only this time my friend and his friends would be present, then we would see who needed to pull their heads out of their asses. Not something I plan on doing, but the idea makes me laugh.

I take a multi-vitamin daily with an extra dose of C (500mg) and E (400 i.u.). Compared to my parents who in their golden years have become vitamin junkies, this is nothing. On more than one occasion for each, they have been told by doctors that the vitamins have helped save their lives. So, are you takin' anything? If so, what, and do you feel it really helps?

Have a very happy birthday!

Yep. I love the recordings, but the piano almost sounds like a toy.

I guess I'm going to slow grill some baby back ribs tonight. hmmm....., what else can I have?

Exactly.

The saga continues.....

Yep, he used to have the bass playing behind him.

Thanks for posting that, Maren. It very much helps fill in the blanks.

I'm with you. I hate to see it continuously referenced, and is the worst reminder of che being here.

As well as the role... Oh fuck! I obviously had a Pastrami sandwich on my mind.

That was my impression from the beginning, and I was never totally dissuaded of it. You, me, and....

Shit, yes it is. What the hell did you do? Seriously, it is there you have to search beyond the last 30 days.