Nice

Well, I just bought me some new underpants.

Kent Water Ruled

Mayor Chandler actually gave me one of my first jobs as a teenager, digging and moving rocks one afternoon in their backyard. I forget what she paid.

Wings Give You Wings

I went out to lunch today with Dear Old Dad. I ordered wings, parm and garlic. It may be the fourth time I've eaten wings recently. I never ate wings before I moved to the backyard of the dish's birthplace. I thought they were kind of gross. But since I moved to the ROC, I've become a big fan, thanks mostly to the now defunct J.B. Quimby's, which made the yummiest "jerk" wings I've ever had (it wasn't really jerk rub, but it was salty and full of rosemary, and it was delicious). That helped turn me into a rabid wing eater. And, the thing is, that is one of the things I missed most about being locked up thanks to Preznit Carnage's horrible awful no-good COVID disease. I missed ponying up to a bar and enjoying a pile of piping hot, crunchy, greasy, well-seasoned chicken wings. So that was mighty enjoyable. So I'm on a wing rampage. Gosh they're delicious. So then we bought some groceries for the old people. Then I came home and worked on a project: The kitchen speakers are now upgraded.

Next, a bit of cable management for the unavoidable cable runover across the floor, and I get the friggin' pilot chair fixed. Then I'll really have something.

Bright Before Me: The Signs Implore Me

Pretty much the only thing I have ever known until now about Claudine Longet is that she mounted a ridiculous defense for a murder rap. And the only reason I knew that is because I was reared on Saturday Night Live. What I didn't know until recently is that one of Longet's standards is one of my very favorite songs. Goes like this:

Only, I usually hear it like this:

I mean, you can spoof on Randy Newman all you want:

But he wrote this lovely thing.

Covers of the song are not uncommon, shall we say. But you haven't lived until you've heard this one:

Just sit for a moment and let that sentiment sink in: Human kindness is overflowing. And, I think it's going to rain today. Then try not to smile. It's really something.

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So I've got to thank my Moms for an early birthday present. Have a look.

Last weekend was an Edinboro visit weekend, as the previous was the big family reunion. It was grand and both locations are beautiful off the charts. Plus, we had a mission, to get my Granny set up with a compyooter since the provider she's used for years is shuttering. The book seller lady has moved out of the mall onto Erie Street. And the world-famous Edinboro Mall is still sad. But it certainly is beautiful and an excellent locale to scout out some good cast iron. (This pan was a bargain at $22.50.)

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More YouTube goodness, a wonderful Nova episode regarding Darwin and evolution:

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Recent Notes, Somehow Related
• So, if you choose to sit in a public bathroom stall singing a song at the top of your lungs, what is the best song choice you can come up with? I learned today from an actual event that it is: "Still Rock and Roll to Me" by Billy Joel.
• Try as you might, there is no elegant way to haul a 36-roll package of Scott Bathroom Tissue across a trendy downtown avenue.

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