"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." Groucho Marx
So here is my “bonehead” act of the weekend. Went to the gas station to fill up the car and managed to lose the gas cap.
In other words, I pulled the cap off, filled up the tank and then neglected to rescrew it on before I left. Might as well throw money in the wind. I hate when I do things like that.
“SUNDAY, Sept. 26 (HealthDayNews) — For men, flagging potency can be a red flag that something’s not right in the cardiovascular system. And experts say men who rush to fix the problem with impotence drugs may be ignoring a bigger threat to their health.”
Have a heart and stand up for yourself. If your spirit is flagging and you can’t get up the nerve to go find out what is bothering your ticker you are asking for a premature exit from this world.
Finale
Berlin Symphony Orchestra/Samuel Adler
A Kiss To Build A Dream On
Louis Armstrong
Always Something There To Remind Me
Naked Eyes
Tougher Then The Rest
Bruce Springsteen
Higher And Higher
Jackie Wilson
Time To Change
The Brady Bunch
I Can See Clearly
Johnny Nash
Hungry Heart
Bruce Springsteen
Keep On
The Brady Bunch
I Go To Extremes
Billy Joel
Lean on Me
Bill Withers
Good Vibrations
The Beach Boys
Dancing Queen
ABBA
One Tin Soldier (The Legend Of Billy Jack)
Coven
Under The Milky Way
The Church
Son of a Preacher Man
Dusty Springfield
It dont’ Mean a Thing [If it ain’t got that swing]
Duke Ellington
W*O*L*D
Harry Chapin
Yerushalayim Shel Zahav
Naomi Shemer
Burning Love
Elvis Presley
My Way
Frank Sinatra
If you are one of the 16 rotating readers here and you have paid attention to the scribbling you know that I have promised to include bits and pieces of thoughts, stories and comments about the world and my life. Nothing like a little flotsam and jetsam to pass the time.
This is a true story. I love saying that, even though it typically is a major red flag. My son is in his second year of pre-school. One of the joys of pre-school has been watching him make friends and that is how this story comes to be.
Last year while doing the birthday party circuit. I’d link to my initial commentary on this, but I am not that cool, just don’t remember when I discussed it. Anyway, most of the time what you find is that all of the children in the class are invited to each birthday party. It can be costly for the parents, but it is kind of nice. You get a chance to meet the other mothers and fathers and watch your children interact with each other.
Anyway, last year we went to a party for a three year-old boy. It was a nice set up, nothing crazy. We went to a local indoor playground where they had gym equipment set up for the kids and watched them run wild in there. It was great.
So there I am standing in play area in my socks, and might I add that I remembered that no shoes were allowed so I made sure to wear my finest, white and no holes. 🙂 As I am standing there one of the other father’s points out to me that Bob Dylan is there with his much younger wife and young daughter.
A short time later we gather to sing “Happy Birthday” to the birthday boy and I find myself standing next to Bob. He is tiny and weathered with a knit cap and white socks that are just like mine. Not that I really cared, but it is part of the story.
As we sing I notice that Dylan is clapping along, but he is off-key, off-beat and a step behind the rest of us. And it occurs to me. Is Bob Dylan doing this intentionally? Am I witnessing and experiencing musical genius? Or have the drugs and time killed his ability? I don’t know.
The song ends and I say to Dylan “Nice party.” He grunts and shuffles off for some cake. Eight months later I realize that I screwed up. I should have used that little sing-song he does to communicate.
“Hello Mr. Dylan, it is a nice party. What do you thiiiiinnnnkkk?” And of course he would have responded with some cool line or something.
That party was Positively Fourth Street.
“KARACHI, Pakistan – Paramilitary police killed a suspected top al-Qaida operative, wanted for alleged involvement in the kidnapping of Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl, during a four-hour shootout Sunday at a southern Pakistan house, the information minister said. At least two other men were arrested. ”
Can’t say that I am going to cry over these people and their “sorrows.”
Post Yom Kippur listening:
The Ecstasy Of Gold
Metallica
Sing Sing Sing
Californication
Red Hot Chili Peppers
California Dreamin’
The Mamas & The Papas
Ring Of Fire
Johnny Cash
You’re the One That I Want
John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John
I’ll Have to Say I Love You In A Song
Jim Croce
Need You Tonight
INXS
No Time
The Guess Who
If You Could Read My Mind
Gordon Lightfoot
The Lunatics (Have Taken Over The Asylum)
The Fun Boy Three
Suspicious Minds
Elvis Presley
Linger
Dolores O’Riordon
Seasalt
David Broza
I Will Find You (From “The Last of the Mohicans”)
Clannad
Pictures of You
The Cure
My Love Will Not Let You Down
Bruce Springsteen
Do You Wanna Hold Me?
Bow Wow Wow
Ain’t Got You
Bruce Springsteen
Thank U
Alanis Morissette
And just because Yerushalayim Shel Zahav and a dose of Galbi from Ofra Haza.