I camped out all night in my bed and when I arose this morning there was free coffee in the kitchen. Talk about your Black Friday bargains!
There was toast, too, but I had to make that myself. Ditto the eggs. And come to think of it, I had to pay for the eggs, bread and the coffee. Full retail, too, as I recall.
Damn. I think I’ve been screwed by The Man yet again. And without so much as a good-morning kiss.
Herself and I drove to Fort Fun and back for Turkey Day, served up by my sis’ and bro’-in-law, and a delicious meal it was, too. Turkey with all the usual suspects, including Brussels sprouts with bacon and a glass of one of my favorite rosés, Mas de la Dames Rosé du Mas 2009.
En route we missed “Alice’s Restaurant” on KRCC, but caught up with Arlo on KUNC out of Greeley, then followed that up with some “Sam Kinison: Live From Hell” (yeah, we have some odd holiday traditions).
As is traditional, the trip also served up a few contenders for the annual Darwin Awards, including an eight-car smashup near Larkspur, in broad daylight and on dry roads; a pickup driver with his lights off after sunset; and my personal fave, some dipshit fool in dark clothing astride a motorcycle sans taillight speeding in the left lane through Bibleburg as we approached Chez Dog at dark-thirty.
Ride on, brother. Hell ain’t half full, and I hear Sammy throws a swell party.
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Those dogs are so adorable! Glad you made it home in one piece.
On Thanksgiving, the local public radio station re-broadcast an Arlo Guthrie interview conducted by the station president. I heard part of it. I was traveling during the Macy’s parade broadcast and didn’t know that Arlo appeared in it. He has lots of grandkids – bet they loved his participation. Can’t find a link to the interview – probably not available as a link – CDs of it are given as premiums during fund drives – it’s in great demand.
One of the stories on it is of Arlo and Pete Seeger appearing in Denmark (?) early in Arlo’s career and running out of songs. Arlo takes a risk of offending Pete and begins (acappella I think), “Wise men say…” and catches Pete glaring at him – he knows Pete is a purist and detests pop music – but with trepidation continues anyway, “..only fools rush in…” , and the entire audience takes up the lyric and continues. Now a look passes between Arlo and Pete. Arlo sees that Pete has not merely surrendered but is willing to share this serendipitous musical moment. To hear Arlo tell this story (which I relate so clumsily) and other stories so entertainingly makes for great listening.
Hey, Libby … we enjoyed the hell out of listening to Arlo tell stories between tunes. He’s a natural storyteller, obviously; Leo Kottke was the same way, the one time I heard him in Greeley back in the Seventies.
I’m envious of people who can be comfortable chatting with a crowd. Me, I’m limited to an audience of five, 10, tops, and that includes the voices in my head.