This will be my first post in over a week, so I will cover a lot of ground.
A last-minute call from a fellow musician landed me an 8-11 gig last night at a local brewery.
I quickly threw a playlist together of about seventy-five songs from all genres and showed up. It was a series of small, but hard-drinking groups that were generous with their tips which I always donate to the Humane Society of Greater Dayton.
Hindsight tells me I missed the boat by not playing Sweet Caroline for this group; definitely a sing-a-long crowd.
I have been practicing for a group I still haven't put together yet.
You know how these things are.
I have another of my nursing home charity gigs on Wednesday, the 17th, and I was able to ensure my second act will be there.
I'm also looking forward to going out to see my brother out in California next month. We can talk all the shit we want, but the fact is most likely, this will be my last trip out there to see my family.
Let's face it.
I'm seventy, my big bro is seventy-eight, and I have had a lifetime of travelling, so trips don't blow my dress up anymore.
I will take a day to go back down memory lane in Santa Barbara---the place where I met the love of my life. This time, I will remember the site of our nuptials was the amphitheater at the Museum of Natural History gardens and NOT at the Botanical Gardens.
I'll probably walk down Stearns Wharf, the site of two of the restaurants I was employed at while I lived there.
I'll do a local spin in Ventura, home of my high school alma mater. I had the best-ever year and a half there, and believe me when I talk about blondes (and a certain redhead from Ojai).
Like Sherman went through Georgia.
I only had about eighteen months with my father to make up for sixteen years, and I will carry some great memories of my Dad and my various family members during that time, so hopefully, I can see several of them while I am visiting for a week.
I will take a drive up to Matilija Canyon and past to Lake Cachuma, which I hear is robust and full of water once again.
And of course, the food.
My bro knows where to get only the freshest seafood and I plan on eating my share while I am there. If I'm lucky, he might have some of his famous Lafayette Seafood gumbo on hand.
Money.
I saw the debate.
Why all the histrionics?
Biden was old when he took office, so don't act shocked when he had a second or two of memory lapse.
Hell, I do that, and I have considerably less pressure on me being retired, as opposed the President of the United States.
So Trump is more lucid.
Big fucking deal.
He's also more dishonest.
More unreliable.
Less trustworthy.
I just hope someone, anyone, makes sure he doesn't fuck us all over.
It's going to be up to the "yes" men (and women) on his staff that will lead this country in the next four years.
And after that?
I've written on the moral imperative and the onus is on BOTH parties to prepare and groom our next generation of energetic, intelligent young leaders.
Stay well.
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