“The evil that men do lives long after them,
The good is oft interred in their bones.” W.Shakespeare…
I think the words by Mr. Shakespeare speak volumes to our current state of affairs.
Starting off the New Year. Somber, sad, devastating news greeted readers of a wonderful nationally read magazine. Playboy is going electronic!Playboy, for you youngsters out there is a monthly magazine (founded in the mid 50’s) that was read by millions of men based solely on its intellectual and thought provoking articles offered up to a hungry mostly male public. In each issue there was a special in depth interview with a current person of interest. Men would often rip out the articles and the interviews so they could pin them on the walls of their garages or dens as a way to show their friends how up to date they were with the world’s current events.The good news is that those same men will be able to continue to stimulate their mind with the same quality articles and interviews as Playboy ascends into the CLOUD where it can be read and then downloaded.
2018 brings us yet more shock and concern. My good friend Rick will be 70 in a couple of weeks and I will attain that mystical age myself in a short six months. Think of it. 24,550 sunrises and sunsets have transpired since 1948.The hour hand on Old Man Clock is almost numb after making 587,200 revolutions around his tired,old, fading,aging face.
There is not enough toner ink to print out how many heartbeats your heart has made during this time but when you have a spare moment sit down, relax take a deep breath and thank your heart for being so faithful, loyal and strong during all these years.
A New Years Resolution. If you smoke, stop. If you eat greasy unhealthy food switch to healthy food. Your heart and lungs will thank you for being such a responsible adult.One life to live and you only get one opportunity to live it. Treat your body like you treat your instrument. This message brought to you by the Heart Association ( Healthy Eating Affirms Righteous Thoughts) and Lung Association (Let Unwanted Negativism Go) of Turlock. Thrive!
A lot of back and forth on the message board about what constitutes bluegrass music and who should be admitted into the CBA club etc. I am not a bluegrass zealot like the majority of you but I would think that an organization that is desperate to maintain some sort of bloodline from the CBA’s inception and beyond would be willing to consider that young folks who enjoy bluegrass music may not have the same history as the old CBA geezers and thus perhaps don’t share the same musical proclivities.After all the CBA has survived and thrived these past 40 years or so and wouldn’t it be prudent to give these younger bluegrass lovers a bit of space to express their love for bluegrass music.
Speaking of bluegrass music. I see that since it is January something call the Bakersfield 48 is coming up. I don’t know how you folks do it but spending a sleepless weekend jamming to bluegrass music is well… so lovingly weird. I commend those who have the strength,determination,and love of the music to climb this mountain every year and submit your bodies to these long hours of standing, singing,strumming, and socializing.I doff my hat to thee. Enjoy.
My eldest daughter, Jessica, and husband Peter, jetted off to the Big Apple over the New Years Week-end to see her favorite group, Phish, perform at Madison Square Garden. They braved the 11 degree temperatures, lugged their baggage from the air terminal, onto a train, then in a subway to their home they were staying in Brooklyn. They saw all the sights, ate from the local Delis, visited the Statue of Liberty,Empire State Building, and all those other famous New York City places. I get lost walking around Costco.
I was out walking Zoey yesterday, thinking about my soon to be happening knee surgery when a car pulled up and an old friend I used to work with got out of the car, greeted me and we began talking. I asked him how he was and he launched into story how he had one knee operated on in June of last year and five weeks later he had his other knee replaced. My friend had just come from the gym, and as usual he looked healthy and fit. I asked him how the knee operations went.
He said he was out of the hospital in about 14 hours after each operation and he was walking with a cane for about three to four weeks when he began to walk independently. Six months later he feels up to snuff.“Piece of cake,” he said. Doesn’t it always seem easier when someone else goes through a medical procedure?
Speaking of the surgery. Tuesday the 9th is the date of my knee replacement but after taking care of our two sick grandchildren this past week, and after Sheila was stricken with the bug which led me to have my own problems the 9th may need to be postponed. If the way I feel now is any indication how I will feel in a couple of days the surgery will definitely be postponed to a later date.
Until February 2 you know what you need to do. Read a book, hug a child, pet a dog, stroke a cat, eat a bar of chocolate, and do something positive you can tell your grandchildren about.