October 28, 2020

I’ve got just one more day here in Massachusetts and I have to admit that, while it has been great to visit my dad and get his bank accounts access issues all taken care of and to see my friends, I’m ready to go home. All this mask-wearing and “fear porn” has me feeling anxious and claustrophobic. It all seems so pointless. I picked this up from none other than the CDC:

And for this we’re wearing masks and destroying our freedoms and livelihoods?? It’s really pathetic.

Sorry, Democrats – you can bitch and moan about Amy Coney “Syd” Barrett being confirmed as a Supreme Court judge all you want, but you only have yourselves to blame. Don’t thank Mitch McConnell and President Trump, blame former Nevada senator (and former Senate Majority Leader) Harry Reid, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg (who should have announced her retirement while Barack Obama was president, and, of course, the typically stupid and clueless political chops of New York senator (and Minority Leader) “Chuckles” Schumer.

I don’t see a whole lot of enthusiasm for President Trump’s chances in New Hampshire in conservative polling circles with this one exception, and I think I know why. Just driving around the seacoast area on Monday the ratio of Biden/Harris signs to Trump / Pence had to be 90/10 – more than I remember ever seeing during the 2016 campaign. Now, the seacoast is obviously more liberal than the rest of the state, but were Trump to have an honest chance in NH I would have expected to see far more signage in his favor.

Talk a bout a tweet that didn’t age well. I just can’t imagine the kind of hubris it takes to have had the chutzpa to tweet something like that. Man, did we dodge a bullet!

…but it shouldn’t be surprising: there appears to be zero – I mean zero – physical energy out there for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. I saw a dozen or so Biden folks at a major intersection the other day but heard no one beeping their support for them as I waited at the red light. And the Biden / Harris rallies (to whatever extent they can be called rallies) are a joke. Here in Massachusetts there are lots of Biden signs inside the I495 belt, but that’s to be expected: it’s as “blue” an area as you’re going to find in the good ol’ U S of A. But it’s not a positive call for Biden’s election: around here it’s Trump Derangement Syndrome and Trump hatred to fullest extent.

…in fact, outside of perhaps Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s “Green New Deal” I would hazard a guess most of these folks around here haven’t a clue as to a single thing they support Biden for. Just as long as it’s not Trump. And I don’t have to tell you for the umpteenth time that a negative vote is not one that results in elections being won.

This is what life in Joe Biden’s America is going to look like if he is elected:

…and what life in Donald Trump’s America looks like.

Honestly, which one would you choose?

This picture captures perfectly the Joe Biden campaign:

Now it’s back to my Arizona return prep. While the autumn colors and chill have been a nice break from the Arizona summer, it’s good to know some things never change when late October arrives. Now I’m looking forward to getting back to some warm sunshine. Not looking forward to the plane ride back, tho – it’ll be non-stop mask wearing for a good nine hours.

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October 25, 2020

So here I am back in Massachusetts to help my dad with a few things related to his bank accounts and to spend some quality time with my Goodboys pals. The weather has been very typical of late October New England – kind of gray, a little chilly. Most of the color has passed, but there remain some splotches of bright orange and reds against the dull yellow and brown trees. After the summer we had in the Valley of the Sun the coolish weather actually feels pretty good!

My trip out here was unfortunately far more eventful than I would have liked. Everything related to travel, of course, revolves around COVID-19 and the use of masks. In a flurry of activity related to mask-wearing and social distancing amongst travelers, I left my iPhone in the back of my Uber transportation and spent the better part of Thursday trying to coordinate with Uber and my driver – a very nice older gentleman – to get it back, which I did on Saturday. One tends to forget how much reliance one puts on a damned phone, but the Thursday incident reminded me just how much I use it, especially when traveling. Thank God for Siri!

It was strange flying in the COVID-19 era. My Jet Blue flight was barely half-filled, there were no restaurants or lounges open at either the Phoenix or Boston airports, so I went the entire day on Thursday without a morsel of food or a drop of cocktail, something which distressed me to no end! And all this mask wearing is really getting on my nerves. You say masks work, huh? well then explain to me why Massachusetts – a fairly rigid state when it comes to mask-wearing is in the middle of a new increase in COVID-19 cases. I don’t care what the so-called “experts” (who haven’t been right about anything this year) or the “scientists” (who are nothing but a bunch of political hacks) say – it’s all bullshit.

I’ll say it again: you take away all the deaths caused by primarily Democratic governors who killed tens of thousands of senior citizens by forcing COVID-19 patients into nursing homes and long-term care facilities, and all you’re left with is a very bad flu year. And no one has the guts to publish the real numbers that back this up. And what, in turn, do we get for all this “fear porn”? All the problems, issues, and casualties resulting from enforced seclusion, depression, self-destruction, elimination of jobs and means of employment, and children forced to learn remotely and not able to interact socially with school kids their age.

And it’s all become political.
And it’s all become bullshit.

It’s been a bit busy the past couple of days so I haven’t had as much time to keep up with things going on politically. Have you heard there’s a presidential election coming up in nine days? I’m here in Massachusetts through Thursday and will be trying to post some interesting stuff over the next few days to kind of give you an idea where things stand – and are leaning – as we head into the final weekend before the election. I already have my prediction as far as the winner and the number of electoral votes that will be won, but I want a few days to let it set before I unleash the hounds.

Stay tuned…

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October 20, 2020


So I’m starting to get my level of tolerance up knowing I’ll be heading back to Massachusetts on Thursday and having to wear a mask from the moment I grab my Uber ride to the airport until the moment a taxi drops me off at the Fairfield Inn in Woburn nearly 12 hours later. It sucks. I really despise the whole mask-wearing bullshit – in my view it’s nothing more than an effort by Democrats, liberals, a fear-mongering media (national and local) and the globalists who are using masks to dehumanize humanity.

Here’s my problem with masks: when does it all end? And what measure will be used to end the mask-wearing? The fact is, no one has an answer. We’re all just friggin’ sheep to politicians (and that includes the media’s favorite gasbag Dr. Fauci) who know absolutely nothing about anything. Just listen to us. We know what’s good for you because you obviously don’t. Heaven forbid if you don’t wear a mask! You’re a granny killer (though not at the level that Democratic governors condemned elderly folks to death by allowing COVID-19 patients into nursing homes and long-term care facilities). It’s a visceral thing for me, and it’s only out of love for my dad and my friends that I’m even doing this.

The fact is, COVID-19 is not the end of the world. It never was. The truth remains that, while not a flu, it is not anymore deadly than a bad flu season. Of course, saying something like this might get my blog silenced by the assholes in Big Tech who are accountable to no one. Heck, anyone who goes against the endless selling of “fear porn” by the media and Big Tech will get you shamed or silenced. I’ll tell you folks in Big Tech this: get down on your knees and pray that Donald Trump doesn’t win re-election because I can guarantee you he will be coming after you just like ol’ TR came after the trusts.

You want to wear a mask? By all means do so to your heart’s content. But until I see cords of bodies stacked at every intersection I won’t buy into the fear porn. COVID-19 is not a death sentence like they make it sound, and there is nothing you can tell me that will convince me otherwise. It’s all bullshit, and I hate being a member of the sheep.

…which reminds me of a certain Pink Floyd tune.

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October 11, 2020

Sigh. Another very warm weekend in the Valley of the Sun. Thought we were done with the triple-digit temperatures but the NWS now says we’ve got another week of them coming up. Not much of a problem for me: the golf courses are all closed so I’ll just sleep in, enjoy my morning coffee, check out a few blogs, then go for a lengthy bike ride before the heat gets too much.

I guess that is what you call “retirement”. Sigh.

As I mentioned in this forum previously: you’ll know what the campaigns are thinking by where they are devoting time and money. The fact that “Slo’ Joe” Biden is now having to focus on Nevada ought to tell you a lot. And the fact this is coming out on such a left-leaning publication as Politico ought to tell you even more. Perhaps this is what they were seeing.

As I mentioned in Friday’s post, this is going to be more of a “Sunbelt” election than a “Rust Belt” election. And if Biden has to allocate resources to – as the article mentions – “stave off a loss in Nevada”, what does that tell you about Arizona? I’ll tell you what it says.

…if this is all you can gin up in terms of enthusiasm for a trip to Yuma, your campaign is in trouble. Especially when you have to bring outsiders in. I especially liked this comment:

The Chick-Fil-A near me has longer lines than this every day.

Mark my words: Biden’s campaign is in trouble, and you’re going to start seeing increased signs of desperation in the mainstream media next week.

And speaking of Nevada: hey Joe, pander much? Never mind the obvious lack of support, the whole setting is nothing but a cartoon fit for a buffoon.

I’ll give you my honest opinion: as soon as I saw this I felt Biden just gave away the election. There’s nothing more unsetting to the average American voter than someone refusing to state their position on something so vital to our nation’s Constitution. The fact he’s doubling down on this is beyond puzzling; certainly his campaign has to know this is not a good look. Americans deserve to know what a presidential candidate intent is in regards to the highest court in the land.

…look, Biden knows damned well he’s not going to pack the Supreme Court; the guy may have early stage dementia, but, in Don Jr.’s tweet, “he’s the Loch Ness Monster of the Swamp.” Biden is a traditionalist of the highest nature, and there is no friggin’ way he would ever be supportive of such a radical proposition. Problem is, his campaign is so irrevocably tied to the radical, socialist left-wing of the Democratic Party that he’s in a no-win situation of his own accord. Dude wanted the nomination (or, perhaps more likely, the powers-that-be dictated he would have the nomination whether he wanted it or not), so what’s he going to say? No, and piss off all the people that got him the nomination to begin with? Yes, and piss away his chances at ever being elected President? So he comes up with this totally stupid answer that makes him look both evasive and untrustworthy in the minds of key voters. Totally stupid. As we’d call it in golf, an “unforced error”. And one that will likely cost him any shot at being President.

While I couldn’t be more opposed to anything she believes politically, I have always respected “San Fran Nan” Pelosi for her political chops. Back in her heyday she was a smart and ruthless politician who knew how to get what she wanted. Unfortunately, like Biden, she has lost more than a few miles off her fastball, to the point where I think – to be truthfully honest – she’s lost her marbles. Think about it: you have a nation trying to recover itself from the economic and emotional harm of the COVID-19 pandemic, and what do she and Biden do over a 24-hour period? Refuse to answer questions about packing the Supreme Court and unveil a plan to charge a commission with implementing the 25th amendment to the Constitution? This is friggin’ madness. I can only wonder what members of her own party – not to mention Republicans – are thinking about her state of mind. All of this serves to make the Democrats look like a bunch of loons. At this point in the campaign this is not the look you want to present to the American people.

A great live performance of a great tune by one of rock’s most understated and underappreciated guitarists.

So I got a heads up by one of my Goodboys pals Killer that I needed to take a look at the YouTube channel of Clay Ballard of Top Speed Golf. I’ve still been struggling with my driver so I had a look at his video on that, and all I can tell you is, it works! And not just as far as the “stable fluid spine” set-up for the driver, I am using it for my irons as well. I had a great range session on Friday – one of my best ever, I think – and all I can say is it’s “all systems go” for ten days from now when I take it to the course ahead of my trip to Massachusetts.

To think there are notable people on the left who actually think like this tells you how mortally and socially sick they are. Olbermann in particular needs to check his soul in at the nearest car wash. He’s a sick, demented individual, and the fact he gets a forum for spewing this kind of filth tells you there are an awful lot of people who actually agree with him.

When the President used it on his two-hour interview on Rush Limbaugh’s show on Friday, at first I couldn’t believe it; not that he wouldn’t use such a word in private, but that it got through the seven-second delay. Listening to it now I’m laughing out loud: it’s such an alpha-male statement that the likes of “Slo’ Joe” could never do. What it tells people is how passionate the President is about making sure Iran knows that it is never going to get nuclear weapons.

…unlike Biden and the Washington swamp and its thirst for endless wars, Trump confronts America’s enemies as an outsider, not a politician. To that end he’s bringing about a historical realignment in the region (not that you would hear it from the mainstream media and cable news networks). Trump won’t capitulate to any Iranian threat: he knows they know we’ve got enough tools in our toolbox and will use them if we need to. My view is that Iran is waiting to see who gets elected President; if Trump is re-elected you’re gonna see some very interesting geopolitical things happening that no one could ever have imagined.

If you ever find yourself in an argument with an atheist as to whether God exists, just play them this Enya tune. I especially like the organ that appears at 1:49. I just think it brings something even more elegant to an already pristine song.

As usual, Ace is base. With numbers like this (if, of course, the numbers pan out) Biden is toast.

…but remember, this is 2020 and anything is likely to happen between now and November 3. Me? I’m up for an alien invasion and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least.

Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast. From a YouTube commenter:

Magnificent, unique piece of mindscape art rock that doesn’t parade its cleverness, but weaves its stately way unhurriedly, understated, and with grace, poise and composure. The closest parallels I can think of, outside of the Floyd canon, are The Beach Boys’ Surf’s Up, and Chris Rainbow’s Home Of The Brave – albeit that they are more in the realm of standard song format, but the allusion holds well. Only the Floyd – ONLY the Floyd could have dreamed this up, and only they could have performed it and committed it to vinyl so brilliantly. This is basically a piano trilogy, separated by collages of sound effects. The final section is a triumphant piece of early Floyd ensemble playing that could have stood alone very well on Meddle, Dark Side Of The Moon or Obscured By Clouds. I’d like to think that one day, there will be established a large venue devoted to a museum of the rock era, and that the Pink Floyd section will include a kitchen in which all the elements of this piece will be on show… and that the sink will have an eternally dripping tap! (I have one in my kitchen, which I sorta hope the landlord will never get around to fixing!) And who amongst us can resist, any time the word ‘marmalade’ is mentioned, feigning talking to oneself in quietly measured, almost whispered tones as if trying not to wake anybody else in the flat, the phrase ‘Marmalade – I like marmalade’ ad infinitum?!! It’s hardwired into my DNA (apposite for the fact that the late, great Douglas Adams – Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – was a huge Pink Floyd fan, and was once invited to play guitar on stage with the band, on his 42nd birthday – and his initials were, crucially… DNA – Douglas Noel Adams).
Golden moments only ever happen once in all eternity!

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October 3, 2020

Put me down as one of the greatest fans of “The Pre-Fab Four”. Sure, the Wikipedia version tries to do it justice, but if you want to hear The Rutles’ real story you need to watch Eric Idle’s (Monty Python) “mockumentary” “All You Need Is Cash” and its follow-up “Can’t Buy Me Lunch”.

The late, great Neil Innes was a master recreator of Beatles-like songs. He composed the greatest Beatles’ song Lennon and McCartney never wrote. “I Think I’m In Love” and “Hold My Hand” perfectly captured the Fab Four’s “A Hard Day’s Night” era. His take-off on the Fab Four’s “Help!” was a particular favorite of both George and Ringo (they played it for Innes on one of his visits to George’s Friar Park), and “Love Life” riffed the Fab Four’s classic “”All You Need Is Love”. “Cheese And Onions” is an especially uncanny representation of their psychedelic era. The lyrics alone are a wonderful piece of whimsy:

I have always thought
In the back of my mind
Cheese and onions

I have always thought
That the world was unkind
Cheese and onions

Do I have to spell it out?


Oh, no

Man and machine (man and machine)
Keep yourself clean (keep yourself clean)
Or be a has-been (ah ah)
Like a dinosaur… oh oh oh

Man or device (man or device)
For everything nice (everything nice)
You’d better think twice (ah ah)
At least once more… oh oh oh

Innes played the Rutles’ Lennon character, Idle in the McCartney role. The Rut’s Stig O’Hara (George’s character) was Ricky Fataar, originally of The Flames who played drums for The Beach Boys between 1971 and 1974.

The Rutles weren’t even a real band, but it’s amazing to see tribute bands imitating a band that existed to imitate another band. Here’s a band called “Ouch!” one called Them Rutles, and this Japanese tribute band; I think Innes would be pleased to see the lasting impact of his talent and genius.

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September 26, 2020

Our long national nightmare is over. I was puttering around the house this afternoon when all of a sudden the thought came into my head, “I ought to go hit some golf balls.” So I put my sneakers on, threw the clubs in the trunk, and headed out to the Kokopelli G.C. driving range. It had been a looooong time since I’d been out there. The COVID-19 shutdown hadn’t hit yet. I was still employed in IT. I was still a Goodboy. The idea of being a pool supply guy for the summer was as far from reality as “Slo’ Joe Biden’s mental acuity.

The signs of fall – and I mean, like fall were everywhere as I lugged my clubs to a spot on the vacant driving range. I’ll grant her this: Jill Biden’s campaign rally in Nebraska attracted more voters in Nebraska than folks I saw while at the driving range:

The sun, while still hot, had a lower than usual angle to it, which made it difficult to see where my shots were going. The lush green green winter rye I remembered from March had long gone brown, then replaced with Bermuda, and now the Bermuda was all brown, awaiting the winter rye treatment. So go the seasons. The only difference from March was that I paid for my large bucket with a mask on.

The range was quiet; just me and the sounds of mourning doves and geese by the pond adjacent to the #9 green. The usual 70s music I remembered from the last time was still playing over the clubhouse patio. I poured the bucket on the ground, grabbed my 5-iron, took a practice swing, and proceeded to stripe one straight down the middle. Easy peasy Japan-ese. So my brain still remembered the swing thoughts I was working on six months ago. Simplify. Stay on top of the ball. 3/4 swing. Compress the ball and take a divot.

The rest of the bucket was hit or miss (more hits than misses) but the only important thing was that I was back out there. After the bucket I did a little short game work and some putting, and I walked back to the car with a sense of real peace. There was no pressure: I just wanted to hit some balls on late summer afternoon. I might try to squeeze in another bucket before I go out and play nine holes at “The Koke”.

It has been a good day. I figured out the last remaining problems with the new laptop: the 100% disk utilization and Windows Media Player hanging after twenty minutes or so. Turns out, uninstalling the McAfee security software that came with the machine (I prefer Malwarebytes) and tweaking some settings with WMP seemed to do the trick. I found some beautiful stargazer lillies for Tracey (our anniversary is Monday), and, hot and sweaty after hitting balls, enjoyed a refreshing dip in our 80-degree pool before making myself a Hemingway daiquiri. I mean, how much better can life get? If there is one thing I am learning in these days of early retirement is enjoy everything for what it brings. Because once you’re eligible for Medicare things ain’t necessarily going to get any better. As Jim Morrison once sang, “the future’s uncertain and the end is always near.”

I think this picture captures the 2020 presidential race in just about the starkest terms possible:

Tuesday night is the first presidential debate. Will “Slo’ Joe” show? In the immortal Frank Zappa’s words, “I figure the odds be 50/50.”

If you truly want to see the difference between Democrats and Republicans in this year’s presidential cycle, look no further than this fine Don Surber article. In addition to contrasting loons who go beserk over Ruth Bader Ginsberg’s death, there is this money quote:

And as the headline says, Trump supporters are having all the fun. They get to hold rallies. They get to see their candidate belittle the media. They get to enjoy watching Wile E. Coyote Democrats blow themselves up again and again. I truly believe now that all Acme Products are made in Red China.

…Biden supporters aren’t having fun because they don’t exist. If they existed, he would have won in Iowa and New Hampshire instead of finishing fourth.

…Oh, there will be people who vote for Biden. Millions of them. But they are voting against President Donald John Trump, not for anyone. They have no candidate, and that is not fun because they have no team really. So in their anger, they tear up cities, they tear up campaign signs, and they tear up their own cars.

I think this is right.

Finally, after much testing I have perfected the Pusser’s Painkiller, finely tuned for The Great White Shank’s (and your) discerning tastebuds. Here’s the recipe:

1. Mix 1 oz of pineapple juice, 1/2 oz. orange juice, and 1 tbsp of Cream of Coconut together until smooth.
2. Add 2 oz. Pusser’s British Navy Rum into shaker 3/4 filled with ice.
3. Add fruit juice mixture to shaker and shake vigorously.
4. Pour into a whiskey glass. Add twist of lime and a dash of nutmeg.
5. Enjoy!

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September 25, 2020

Phew! It took nearly a week, but I finally have the new laptop converted over and using all our other technology properly. The hardest thing was having it recognize our Thinkvision monitor – it took a $25 adaptor and three hours of futzing around with various cords and cables, but I finally got it done. I’m still struggling with getting my Microsoft / Google accounts working correctly. That’s a morass I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy! I’ve also been diligently working on my LinkedIn profile in case I decide to tip my toes back in the IT industry. I’m still not sure I want to go there, but you still have to do the “due diligence”. One of these days I’m actually going to try out retirement. 🙂

A few other thoughts while waiting to see what happens over the next few days. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think 2020 is done with its bombshell events.

Election year dos and don’ts:

this is how you DO political ads in the 2020 cycle.

…on the other hand, this is how you DON’T express your hatred for President Trump and his supporters. In the case of the latter, John Lennon got it just about right.

Maybe it’s just me, but I watch Joe Biden here, and Nancy Pelosi and Jerry Nadler here, and I can’t help ask Democrats how they could have let this happen to their once-great party. Frankly, you deserve it.

…of course it didn’t need to be this way. One of my “go to” Twitter accounts is Carlos Osweda. Here he writes about Hawaii congresswoman Tulsi Gabbard. Frankly – and I’m writing this as an avowed Trump supporter – had the Democrats nominated Gabbard instead of “Slo’ Joe” Biden, she’d be a virtual shoo-in as President. Not necessarily because of her policies (which are fairly progressive and globalist), but because she’s relatively young, very photogenic (The Great White Shank’s term for “hot”), and athletic (she surfs!), her perceived centrist route would have brought in many disaffected Democrats and women who will not pull a handle for a decrepit, senile creepy old geezer. Of course, her criticism of the Democrats’ nomination process and the stranglehold the Clintons and the Washington swamp had on it doomed her candidacy.

the bradfordfile is right: Breonna Taylor would be alive if her boyfriend didn’t shoot at police. But yeah, blame last night’s riot and the two police shootings on the cops. That’ll work.

…you go back all the way to Ferguson and the same theme holds true: obeying police instructions works both ways – it prevents a situation where either party might overreact and cause a tragedy.. Following instructions protects you as much as it does them. I don’t really have any sympathy for those who choose to push the police’s buttons. If there’s injustice involved you can always sue. All lives matter.

Anna James Ziegler is absolutely right when she writes:

Almost every political moment of the last four years can be explained by the fact that they never, ever thought Hillary would lose. They remain in shock, lashing out like spoiled kids who cannot believe they were told, “No.”

Regardless of what some in the media – and others – will try their best to portray them as, these are not right-wing protestors. And I wouldn’t even call them protestors – they’re nothing but bullies and thugs, storm-troopers for the Marxist, anti-fascist agenda that the Democrats and their political operatives in the mainstream media wholeheartedly support. If “Slo’ Joe” is elected expect the 2020s equivalent of what Winston Churchill called an “iron curtain” to descend upon this country and its institutions.

…don’t believe me? It’s already happening; here and here are just two examples. We are losing America by the day. If this is what you want the country to look like, by all means vote for a dementia-addled, once formidable used-car salesman grifter.

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September 21, 2020

Today’s the last full day of summer. And what a summer it was! I never would have ever – like, ever – imagined spending a summer doing pool supply retail work. But the summer’s over, and with it my pool supply gig. In fact, this week is the first seek since early May I’m not scheduled for any hours. It feels great. Strange, but great.

Not that I mind – I have this depressing image in my mind of what it would be like come, say, the second week of December, the clouds gray and thick overhead, a cool spitting rain outside, and me sitting on the counter of the pool supply place waiting for a customer to come in, my only company being the dumb music they play overhead. Because that’s the way it is around here in the deep off-season according to my store manager: you can get whole days where you might see two customers all day. That to me would be a complete waste of valuable time simply in order to make minimum wage dough-re-mi.

Don’t get me wrong: if it were something I had to do in order to put bread on the table and a roof over my head I’d do and do it willingly. But the fact is, I don’t. Technically, I’m still employed as a pool supply guy, but my time going forward will be only to cover if the manager or the assistant want to take some vacation time. How bad-ass is the pool supply business? You can’t take any vacation whatsoever between May and mid-September. Imagine that? So if the guys need me to work a weekend or a few days during a week so they can enjoy some vacation I’ll gladly fill in for them. They deserve it. But that will be about it going forward. They’ve already asked me to come back to work next May on the same schedule I had this year, but it’s not really something I want to do. As I’ve said before: this gig was the right thing to do at the right time. I’m glad I did it, but enough is enough.

Besides, I’ve got enough to keep me busy for the next couple of weeks. We just bought a new laptop to replace the one presently running on fumes. And that’s a lot of work getting everything swapped over. And with the weather not quite as hot as it has been I’ve started taking daily bike rides around the neighborhood. I may be in shape for the pool supply gig, but I’m not in bike riding shape! Lifting tubs of chlorine tabs doesn’t get you in shape for bike riding, so I’m going to enjoy getting myself in shape that way. And I am dragging the golf clubs out of quarantine this Friday as an official first step to reducing my handicap six strokes (from 26 to 20) by the time the heat comes back in next year.

I’ve also got a LinkedIn profile I need to get up to date to see what kind of nibbles there might be out there from a IT gig perspective. I’m still not sure I want to go back to it: some days I feel ready to dip my toes back in, other days I start feeling all PTSD-y about it. We’ll see: I’ll do all the “due diligence” and see where it goes from there.

There’s something sadly sweet and sentimental about the end of summer, but here in the Valley of the Sun – and most especially this year – we’ve still got plenty of warm weather before (and if) the heat gods choose to “swip the flitch” and set our weather to “Arizona winter”. That would be nice.

Summer’s gone.

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September 20, 2020

‘Nuthin’ else you need to know. When I first heard this song I was a moron who hadn’t quite grasped the early style of Jeff Lynne and ELO; but hearing it recently all I could think was, “Hey, that’s a Jeff Lynne production. It’s cool to think that Lynne would go on to the Traveling Woodburys and The Beatles. In my mind he’s right up there with Phil Spector as far as putting an indelible imprint on one’s production techniques.

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Been a while since I heard this song, but it never ceases to amaze. Co-produced by George and Phil Spector. Phil’s footprints are all over this song with a bit of “Wall of Sound” here and there (especially the way the rhythm simmers starting at 2:45).

Truth is that George Harrison was the very first artist to turn his musicianship into social activism, long before charlatans who would employ efforts like the “Live Aid” and “We Are The World” bullshit as a means to make million-dollar stars feel good about themselves. George was real, and he never expected anyone to elevate him to be anything but.

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