Dad's Old Desk... The bird of paradise above my father's desk, just inside the back door, wasn't exactly like this one imagined here. But close enough. And it was a source of amusement for my old man that he had an enormous five fingered marijuana leaf hanging from the bird's beak. In today's installment of my father's journal from 1979, there is a mention of wax papering Turnips. This IS a thing, I'm assured. But Chris, from work, I believe his last name was Washic, but I could be wrong,...

Winter in Pennsylvania vs Winter in the Desert Southwest... This is a No-Brainer. It'll be difficult to begin today's briefing since I'm shedding what's left of this virus - probably covid, but I haven't checked yet - out my ass more often than I care to dwell upon. ITEM 1: TRAVEL VS HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS For the last, I don't know, three years, we've bailed on the northeast during the cold and flu (and covid) season and I can't say I've missed feeling like every muscle in my torso has been...

Hear the song here: https://youtu.be/a1E3ophPVfE?si=mYm1WuUEIWiXctFV I was driving home from the State College, Pa. airport when this song came to me. It was pre-dawn on Sunday, December 14. I was driving down I-99 in a typical, overcast, winter, Pennsylvania snowstorm and to keep from nodding off I was listening to the news on the radio. Every story that came on just sucked. Every day it's like this. Rotten news every goddamn day. People being dragged off the streets. Political...