Stop the machine

Around and around and around we go, and where we stop, nobody knows.

Around and around and around we go, and where we stop, nobody knows.

Sometimes you have to start the machine to stop it.

The ticking in my head seemed a little ominous today, so after I finished a “Shop Talk” cartoon for Bicycle Retailer, consulted with a few colleagues, and walked The Boo, I stepped away from the Mac for a short, “fast” cyclocross ride, in which “fast” was in comparison to, oh, I don’t know — continental drift?

Anyway, it was a beautiful afternoon, nearly everyone I encountered seemed to be in a good mood for no good reason, and as a skull-flusher I recommend it to you without hesitation. The world will still be there when you get back.

As my man Garrison Keillor says, “politics is not everything. Life goes on.”

Unless you’re Mose Allison, that is. Goddamn. He’s left me with my mind on vacation and my mouth working overtime.

 

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3 Responses to “Stop the machine”

  1. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Riding, that’s the ticket. Thanks for reminding me.

  2. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Kinda reminds me of Marv’s performance in your living room. Similar playing styles.

  3. Patrick O'Grady Says:

    Ah, Marv. He was one of the good ones. He passed seven years ago this month. I think the old saloon musician would have a snarky tune or two to sing about the State of the Union.

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