Death Wears Jockey Shorts

oo ooh, I'm back! They let me out and lifted the "no-blogging" constraint. More about that later. If I told you about a ventriloquist who invented an artificial heart with the help of Arthur Murray's (the dance instructor) son-in-law, who became "the" Dr. Heimlich, you'd think I was talking about some Tim Burton Movie, but I'm not. Check This out www.paulwinchell.com

The retreat had the desired effect. I returned having emptied virtually all stress from my fevered brain. Now I have room for new. Here's a wonderful site, courtesy of Dr. J., with sad and charming apologies from all sorts of Americans to the rest of the world for what happened. Take a look.

Sorry Everybody

Happy Thanksgiving! Jane and I are going through a somewhat alarmingly good period. There is always that nagging voice wondering how long it might last. Ha! I have always liked Thanksgiving best among holidays. Excepting the Turkey cartels, no one has ever figured out how to turn it into a commercial big deal. They finally gave up and moved right from Halloween to Christmas. Who among us remembers when the first glimpse of Santa was at the very end of the Macy's Parade? And in black and white, too!

OOPS, we did it again! We elected Monkey Boy and his band of evil keepers to run the country! Oh, well. I'm looking around for that hole in the ground out of which I took my head, so I can put it back in. I'm going to a meditation retreat for a week of quiet, hoping to heal the media burns I suffered before the election. Wish me luck...

The first snowfall in town will be tonight. The tension over the election is getting very thick in these parts. Here is a website, courtesy of my dear pal Linda in Brooklyn, that may take your mind off impending doom for a few fleeting moments...

http://www.strindbergandhelium.com/

Not much blog time, but must tell you that we saw Brian Wilson and band perform "Smile" last night. What a revelation. If you haven't heard the CD, it is wonderful for so many reasons, and to see and hear it performed live by 20 musicians, made for one of those things one hopes for and doesn't really expect to happen in this life. Get the CD, get anything by Van Dyke Parks (the Smile lyricist), especially Song Cycle. Without warning, a ray of hope...

It's Eddy G.! He's our strange visitor from another planet, the oddest looking cat on the block, and a force for good in the community.Can you resist his charms?.... 

We took a hike on Sunday to this lovely joint, Sandbeach Lake, in Rocky Mountain National Park. It is at 10,000 ft, a 9 mile roundtrip, and it snowed on us, and we were accosted by a fellow who had worked at numerous national parks, and had grim stories to tell about all of them: the young woman who spoke to the buffalo every morning at Yellowstone, only to be trampled to death for her trouble. (Maybe it was something she said). Also, he found a body at Grand Canyon and watched a bloody fight between a drunken Havasupai Indian and the Tribal police. There was more, and he almost became a casualty of his hike that day, but we restrained ourselves. Some people...