Of course we had to visit the beach today. The ice was back in full force. All the way to the horizon. Ice. Ice. More ice. The song title Ice Ice Baby entered my mind. Quickly replaced by Queen’s vastly superior Under Pressure from which Ice Ice Baby stole the famous bass line. Another ear…
Month: March 2019
March 5th: Addicted to speed
I remember my mother on the phone, sadly recounting how two young women I had attended high school with had suddenly died. “Isn’t it strange, what are the odds?” she said. I replied, a bit callously, “Quite good actually. Speed kills.” Sadly, back then so many people were oblivious to speedĀ (methamphetamine). My mother was a…
March 3rd: Last gasp of winter
Every cold, otherworldly sunset is beautiful. As I have seen friends and relatives bemoan the relentless snow and ice, I silently disagree. I am really going to miss winter on Lake Michigan. Of course if we were stuck in Kansas City, or Iowa, then I could understand. But here along the shore, winter is beautiful….
March 1st: The Fan Club at Old Boy’s
A Thursday night tradition. Dinner at Old Boy’s Brewhouse while enjoying The Fan Club. I never cease to be amazed by the depth and breadth of their musical vocabulary. Led by Tommy Foster, they stroll from table to table, taking requests. The regulars have their favorites… I’ve heard their stunning rendition of “The Devil Went…