In retrospect

You know, kids give a lot of indications as to what the will turn out to be later in life. Maybe they're fascinated by airplanes or fire trucks and they become pilots or fire fighters. A boy who plays with GI Joe's may join the army. One that plays with Barbie dolls...well, you get the point. A couple years ago I received a package from my brother. Out of the blue came a blast from my very past. One of my childhood toys. Of all things! Yeah, how many kids do you know that had a stuffed hobo!
Its kind of hard not to laugh. And whose idea was it to sell stuffed hobos to kids?

NEIL YOUNG Tonight Tonight

S o maybe you all recall Pink Lloyd, the bartender from Pocatello. Well his real name was Jonah. Why do I tell you this? Because I like Neil Young. When I moved to ID I had (still do) a Chevy van. Jonah told me that he used to have an econoline. So I tweaked the Young lyrics to " Jonah Lloyd is a drinking man he used to drive an econoline... van." A few days ago I bought an econoline van. So now the song goes " Free wheelin' is a drinking man he just bought an econoline... van.

In the first pic you will see Dylan, David Gilmour, and Free.
In the second, just Free and the latest/newest escape vehicle.
I wound up selling my compass for $400.00, so it pushed my into the buyers market.
The hockey playoffs are on so I have to go.

A Bit of a Dust Up

Actually, it was a dust off. Any pooh, it is difficult for me to mention the word dust without tossing back a room temperature beer in honor of Dusty. Probably the coolest #*@$# I've ever known. No, without a doubt. His most embarrassing moment in life was when he got a back stage pass to see Dylan. In my mind his greatest moment was taking a blow to the head with a Chimay bottle and looking up to smile about it. I proudly wear a scar on my right arm caused by him.

Oh yeah, so today the weather was so nice I thought a little fresh air would do me good. Apparently it did. I decided to take a walk, dust off the turntable, then drink and eat. So as I'm walking down the side walk a group of about 25-30 people started following me. To make it stranger they were all dressed like Beck and were singing "his name is Klatt, he's got eight turntables and a megaphone". Can it get any stranger? Yes! Throw in a tall guy, close to seven feet, who sounds like Cary Grant saying "trips, trips, get your doses here". They followed me for about a quarter mile and then ducked behind a sign post, apparently waiting for some one else whose name they can fit into Beck lyrics. I then took my turntable to the bar for a a quick bite and a few pints.

Lesson learned: next time I take the table out I'm driving.

As to my health

Feelin' better today.
"Whats your name?"
Bob
"Whats your last name Bob?"
Bitchin'
"How you feelin' Bob?"
Bitchin'
"Ladies and gentlemen, Bob Bitchin'!"

Always good on Saturdays. No work and all play makes Free not care anyway.
Plus I have a weird story to tell...next time.
As for this moment, watching the David Gilmour dvd "Remember That Night", drinking a Trois Pistoles, and eating a "Damned Cow". It is a sirloin steak that I marinated over nite in Maudite which translate to the damned.

As to the proof of all is well I present the following photo.

Wait a minute

I'll be right back.
As Albert King would say "He's gots the blues".