We may not have ourselves a white Christmas, but it certainly won’t be one suitable for test-riding that shiny new bike I’m not gonna be getting from Sandia Claus.
A chilly rain started falling at midafternoon on Tuesday, shortly after Your Humble Narrator got a short trail run under his tights. All in all, it feels like a marvelous evening for tamales smothered in green chile with a side of Mexican rice.
And for dessert? How about a heaping helping of deep-dish thought about who’s gonna be making it rain around here next year, when a certain somebody taps into that there Socialist Insecurity instead of working for a living?
“Working for a living.” Ho, ho. As if delivering the old hee, and also the haw, requires a strong back and a hand truck.
But deliver we do. Yes, yes, yes, it’s another thrilling episode of Radio Free Dogpatch! We’ve taken a dump right on your porch, and just in time for Christmas, too. Remember, lift with your legs, not your back.
P L A Y R A D I O F R E E D O G P A T C H
• Technical notes: This episode was recorded with an Rode PodMic and a Zoom H5 Handy Recorder. I edited the audio using Apple’s GarageBand on the 13-inch 2014 MacBook Pro. The background music is “On the Job,” from Zapsplat.com. Freesound.org contributed the typewriter (theshaggyfreak); ticking clock (straget); wind (eliasheuninck); footfalls in snow (duck37fm); traffic (edo333); and the elevator going down (LG). Eddard Stark comes to you from the late King Joffrey Baratheon’s gruesome collection of Halloween ornaments. And Darth O’Grady comes to you from the Death Star trash can via Sony ICD-UX533 recorder.
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Happy holidays and thanks for the entertainment all year!
Back at you, and a thousand thank-yous for joining us here at the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Great picture. Who is the gentleman in the fedora?
I managed to avoid having pics taken of me during my misspent youth, with a few exceptions. Somewhere there is a set of pictures of me, world famous bike builder and college classmate Tom Kellogg, and some of his frat buddies taken in 1975 when about a half dozen of us went motorcycle streaking at the Univ. of Rochester. I’ve occasionally threatened to offer to trade those pics to Tom for a nice titanium bike.
I can’t for the life of me remember his name. I’ll have to get into the journal to refresh my memory. That was a long year and an unhappy one.
Thank the suffering Christ that few pictures of me from high school or college remain. I laugh at the way today’s kids dress until I remember how I got myself up. Great John God, what a fashion nightmare.
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