Happy Birthday To Me!

Today I turn 62, which in another way of speaking, is too soon, too fast, but is also my first and final grapple with Social Security.

In the past week or so, I've been wasting time cataloging and filing 45s in a slippery attempt to create a passably neat office/record room for myself and visitors.  I guess I'm making progress, but everytime I uncover a new box of 45s, I have to deal with them, which means more work, in a hot and sometimes humid period.

This past Sunday, we went to Bernie Pearl's annual backyard blues and bbq bash and as usual had a great time, ate some hot dogs & chicken, and listened to an impomptu blues combo with Clarence Hangin, a somewhat noted bluesman, handle some vocals.  It was there that I learned that Rachel Faber had recently died, quite a shock, tho I'm still looking for real details.  I know who to go to, I just hesitate.

As I said, baby it's hot.  Sylvia seems to be planning a pretty nice day, Shea & Rick will be over to help celebrate and I hope to hear from friends and relatives, maybe I will, maybe I won't.  As I told Sylvia, had I had my own way, I'd probably just live another day and avoid celebrating. 

This weekend, a friend Ruben Molina will be on my wpmd show with his lowrider book, maybe will go to Wagman's Blues Party and maybe to the OC Record Show on Sunday...maybe, maybe not.

I'll let you and who(ever) know.  Have to go photo some trash tubs now, but that's another story.