ol' man blogger jes' keeps bloggin' along

Ol man blogger, guess that's me. No one else, I means no one, blogs more than I do in my own little environment. I'm not a blog-a-day type guy, far from it. And I don't blog 'em and fugget 'em. I'm more like those miners that are trapped in WVA...just keep chipping away, and they might find you, but once you find out who they are that found you, that's when the heartaches begin, to quote or not quote Elvis, aye, there's the rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub, and who put them in? Downtown, prisoners are ripping out phones, here in E. L.B., park rangers are shooting at Los Alamitos High coeds, the blonde kind, while another blonde drives into the drink and doesn't make it. 16-years old and whipping her SUV off the freeway ramps.

Ol' man blogger suggests: how's about 35 year old minimum for licenses, and no cell phones, god no? Ticket to a quick death and more, other victims, because Schwarzenegger in his Hummer mentality okays young kids on the freeway. Arnie, you let Tookie go, but let's not lose 'em before they're fully bloomed.

Rained buckets yesterday, and why they went on with the Rose Parade in those conditions, well beyond my limited level o'thinkin'. Today, it's beautiful...I know, let's have a parade!

Last night, Shea spoke with her old friend Evelyn who suggested they room together. Couldn't have wished for a nicer outcome myself, hope it works out. We told Heather about this - she hurt her foot, Anders his back, in moving, but she's not to keen on Evelyn.

Today, a well-read radio site ran a very abridged version of my jazz radio article, whoa, mentioning that I used to bdcast there....not every reaction will be kind or kindly, thass fo'shure.

Mundanessly-speaking, did the ol' tire switcheroo today, that part worked out okay, and started me on my walk-a-day routine, or returned me to it.

If Big Time Blues comes back, I wanna be around to pick up the pieces, and pick up on the music also. Later, gator.