Thank Grog it’s Firday!
And yes…like you, I barely know what day it is…and am writing this way early.
It is going to be one of the shorter posts I’ve written…which will please a good number of you.
First…my apologies for anyone who got a notice that this had posted yesterday. Fat finger syndrome. I hit the wrong button on my iPhone when I was trying to start this post.
Next..for the love of God. Matt is messing with us with the SkyFinger main screen image. That STILL is not a finger…even if you put a wrestling singlet on it.
OK now to the real post…
The fact is, I’m working hard on finding the Joy these days,,,,this thing is starting to get personal. Not going to go into details…but suffice it to say that “The Covid,” as CrankyOldGuy likes to call it, has taken a handful of folks I knew closely, or next-to-closely. And, the loss of John Prine hit me harder than I expected. I had the good luck to interview him back in my radio days. Class act. Hilarious sense of humor…and probably one of the best songwriters around. I loved the way he wove humor into pathos…and using words that sounded common and conversational…while being pretty damn deep.
Ironically, one of my favorite songs was, “Don’t Bury Me,” which spoke of how he wanted his body used after he went. After beating cancer twice (barely), there wasn’t much left of “ol John” to go around.
Irreverence is underrated.
But, as always…I DIGRESS….
What I meant to write about was how thankful I am that Bob is still working double shifts at EA, and somehow broke through the insanity of the lockdowns in California to put up this weirdly funny event. We really need something that is familiar, and light, and silly…even if it is redundant, and they DIDN’T INCREASE THE ITEM LIMITS!!!
But, I like it. So shoot me. Let me tell you why…