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Post by drlj on May 3, 2024 19:32:12 GMT -5
We shared a jail cell in Waco. I was in for vagrancy and she had beaten somebody senseless at Ignatio’s Tanqueria the night before. The screws brought us our morning trays of breakfast slop and, while we ate, we talked about hooking up in a life a crime. “We get outa here, sistah, and we should head north. Establish new identities. Settle down in some IL small town and quietly make ourselves rich in the embezzlement game.” “I ain’t got no plans. Sounds good to me.” So, they sprung us that afternoon. We stole a DeSoto we saw parked outside the bank and we headed out. We ditched the DeSoto in KY and hot-wired a Plymouth. That took us the rest of the way to Beecher, IL where we dumped the Plymouth. We had a sack of money from my last scam. We bought a house, changed our names, falsified teacher licenses and went to work so we could launder the money our scams brought in. It’s been bliss ever since. Our real names don’t matter. The past we invented is all you need to know. Don’t quote me. I will deny it. As I've said many times. Don't believe a word that comes from this man's mouth. I happen to know it was Not Waco but Ciudad Juarez. Waco, Juarez. Who keeps track of these things?
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Post by drlj on May 3, 2024 11:54:38 GMT -5
I was introduced to Cezarija at an annual departmental meet-the-new-people reception in 1967--she was one of the new grad students and I was a second-year oldster. She doesn't remember that, but I do. The introducer was the professor who three years later would later go from being my mentor to trying to get me drafted. She recalls us meeting in Old English class that term, taught by that same mentor/traitor. But we got fully acquainted when I provided a Christmas-break ride home for her and two other Pittsburghers. It was a long drive from Carbondale to Pittsburgh back in 1967 (the interstates were not quite finished), and we had a lot of time to talk. By the time I got home, I had a pretty good idea of where I wanted to end up. It took a bit longer for C. come to the same conclusion, but by 1970, everybody we knew (including our parents) was saying, "So when are you two going to get married?" So we did, just to shut them up. (And then the draft notice came, and I filed for CO status, and my mentor sent a letter to my draft board suggesting I be inducted, and we parted company academically, and he tried to fail me out of the doctoral program, and I changed my dissertation area from medieval to science fiction and fantasy and finished anyway, and here we are. We're still married and my ex-mentor, I find, has been dead since 1998.) Just curious, but was your mentor/traitor trying to get rid of you because he had eyes for your sweetie or was the mentor/traitor just a despicable cad?
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Post by drlj on May 3, 2024 10:22:41 GMT -5
We shared a jail cell in Waco. I was in for vagrancy and she had beaten somebody senseless at Ignatio’s Tanqueria the night before. The screws brought us our morning trays of breakfast slop and, while we ate, we talked about hooking up in a life a crime. “We get outa here, sistah, and we should head north. Establish new identities. Settle down in some IL small town and quietly make ourselves rich in the embezzlement game.” “I ain’t got no plans. Sounds good to me.” So, they sprung us that afternoon. We stole a DeSoto we saw parked outside the bank and we headed out. We ditched the DeSoto in KY and hot-wired a Plymouth. That took us the rest of the way to Beecher, IL where we dumped the Plymouth. We had a sack of money from my last scam. We bought a house, changed our names, falsified teacher licenses and went to work so we could launder the money our scams brought in. It’s been bliss ever since. Our real names don’t matter. The past we invented is all you need to know. Don’t quote me. I will deny it.
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Post by drlj on May 3, 2024 8:48:04 GMT -5
Sounds like a great day well spent, Howard.
I can certainly relate to comment regarding the absence of another "gotta have it" guitar. Marcia bought me a Roger McGuinn Seven string a few years ago, and I acquired an Anniversary D18. They are on the wall with the Clarence White that I played at the factory. ( As CFM does not sell at the factory, I took down the serial number and had my local shop order it for me. ) Are there better guitars, guitars that would fit me even better? Probably. But I am not seeking them out. There is one that I played: Mike Wonder's D-1 Collings. Whoo boy. What a sweetie! And the guitar, too.
I mention it because it reminds me that not all guitars with the same designation are the same. In 1972 I had the wherewithal to afford a D18. I went into THE BIG CITY of Cleveland, OH and bought one. There were several and I did not know then to try 'em all. To this day I wonder if I passed up a diamond for a cubic zirconia. But no, no regrets. It was $287.38 - includes tax and hard shell case- well spent. Still owned, still played. Froon My D-18 is from either 1993 or 1994. I can never remember which. Nice guitar. It seems new to me but 1993 was 31 years ago. How is that possible?
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Post by drlj on May 3, 2024 8:43:11 GMT -5
I just realized it’s Friday. Two-Ton Baker used to sing that Friday was fish day. Maybe so.
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Post by drlj on May 3, 2024 7:45:53 GMT -5
I have never been in a Sam Ash store. I have been in Guitar Center 3 times-once in IL, once in Iowa, and once in IN. I picked up a guitar box at the IN store so I was in and out in 5 minutes. I have lived such a deprived life.
I have noticed, since Joe Konkoly retired, Elderly has a lot more “as is” instruments for sale. Policy change? Laziness? Attempt to get rid of a backlog? Interesting- to me, anyway.
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Post by drlj on May 3, 2024 7:42:04 GMT -5
We had neighbors who have helped me out since the surgery over for pizza last night. Nice evening but it really wore me out. Still, I am feeling better and making progress. I was at Elderly last fall. I looked at more guitars than I played. I didn’t really feel like picking up most of them . I know I played 2-3 nice guitars but I couldn’t tell you what they were right now. Stormed last night. Cooler today with possibility of more rain. That’s all the news I have.
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Post by drlj on May 2, 2024 9:39:21 GMT -5
Clumsy day so far. I have broken two items due to wheelchair collisions. That’s depressing.
And it’s raining again.
Mike, the rule to remember about falling is DON’T! Hope the soreness goes away quickly.
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Post by drlj on May 2, 2024 9:37:04 GMT -5
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Post by drlj on May 1, 2024 18:28:02 GMT -5
The King of Twang. RIP
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Post by drlj on May 1, 2024 8:43:12 GMT -5
Good morning. 48F-64F cloudy. No going out today, I'll spend the day in my happy place, the shop. I picked up two good looking strip steaks at Cub yesterday as HyVee has been short on decently thick steaks lately. We will have those tonight with a salad. I can imagine LJ with his head out the car window, tongue hanging out, drooling on the car door. We have a grocery store chain in the area called Strack & VanTil’s. HyVee just bought them out so HyVee has entered the IN market. We are familiar with them due to lots of time in Iowa. Hopefully, it bodes well.
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Post by drlj on May 1, 2024 7:42:07 GMT -5
Hummingbirds have arrived. I saw their tiny suitcases near the feeder. That brightens the day. Barb took me for a car ride yesterday. I can’t tell you how good that felt. I had my head out the window like a big dog. Today we are going to do carry out breakfast in the car. We will park along the lake at the fair grounds. It’s easier than trying to get into the restaurant & dealing with walker and wheelchair. And we can listen to music and watch the joggers while we eat. Life is what you make it. Or what it makes you.
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Post by drlj on Apr 30, 2024 16:02:48 GMT -5
I found a quarter on the floor of the guest bedroom after Hammond stayed here. I assumed it was counterfeit.
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Post by drlj on Apr 30, 2024 10:35:21 GMT -5
Happy Cake Day.
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Post by drlj on Apr 29, 2024 7:49:20 GMT -5
With the neighbor’s help to get down the stairs to the car, and his help putting the wheelchair in the back of the car, Barb & I were able to get to a birthday brunch for a friend yesterday. Friends waiting at the restaurant unloaded the wheelchair and wheeled me into the accessible, though barely, restaurant for the celebration. Then, when it was over, all the steps were reversed to get me back home. Other than the Dr office, that was my first venture out in the real world since March 14th! One thing I learned is that facilities that call themselves accessible sometimes play fast and loose with the term. People inside had to move to let me be wheeled in but they did so without complaint. It was a great feeling and a close to normal day, but I was tired when we got home. That was ok. People I didn’t know were wishing me well as we were leaving.
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Post by drlj on Apr 28, 2024 15:13:50 GMT -5
Happy Birthday.
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Post by drlj on Apr 28, 2024 15:13:08 GMT -5
Happy Birthday Brownie Day!
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Post by drlj on Apr 27, 2024 12:42:58 GMT -5
If your are interested, this is the link for Radio Deluxe. It is hosted by John & Jessica and features a wide variety of music. There are always some Jessica vocals and tunes by John with her and many others. It usually provides some interesting music. www.johnpizzarelli.com/radio-deluxe
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Post by drlj on Apr 27, 2024 10:56:32 GMT -5
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Post by drlj on Apr 27, 2024 9:25:24 GMT -5
It should hit 80° today. Right now it looks like rain and I am freezing. Enjoy the day.
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