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Do You Remember Pete Liske? Do You Remember Jack Kennedy? They’re Gone, But I’m Still Here

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the early 1960s. Not in any morbid way, you know. But just as the realization hits that I witnessed a lot of people and events that are now consigned to history. If I make a casual reference to some thing–and believe me, we are not talking obscure skirmishesContinue reading “Do You Remember Pete Liske? Do You Remember Jack Kennedy? They’re Gone, But I’m Still Here”

Mañana, Ahorita, and Fuhgeddaboudit

As I gaze out over the wreck of our once-great (small “g,” this is not political) society, it occurs to me that some modification of American English may be necessary to accommodate our changing notions of time horizons and rates of discount. This is Econ-talk for whether we think doing something now (like right now)Continue reading “Mañana, Ahorita, and Fuhgeddaboudit”

Frank Sinatra, Yock, and the Corner

At first I didn’t think I’d have to spend much time in explaining Frank Sinatra. I have, however, thought the better of it. I write for a jazz site with some frequency, and a copy editor told me I had to identify “Bird” (i.e., Charlie Parker, the alto saxophonist, sort of synonymous with the inventionContinue reading “Frank Sinatra, Yock, and the Corner”

Over Manoa Road

His name was Ernie Pellegrino. He was always dressed in white. If he had a sense of humor, you could’ve fooled me. He presided over “Ernie’s,” the barber shop at Manoa Road Shopping Center. He was a glowering presence, the yin to the yang and sunny disposition of the guy who owned the hardware storeContinue reading “Over Manoa Road”

But What About Ordinary People? The Super Bowl Ain’t For You, Friend (or For Me. For That Matter)

Since they are whining again, I reprint with the addition that the NFL will send the Birds to Brazil. That’s near Ukraine, right? C’mon, the average Philly dawg has no clue. Jerry Jones probably has no clue. But what the Hell, let the NFL teach Americans geography, like wars used to do I guess it wasContinue reading “But What About Ordinary People? The Super Bowl Ain’t For You, Friend (or For Me. For That Matter)”

Lou, Zenith and WJBR

For some people, music has an odd effect. You hear something, maybe even a few bars, and all of a sudden, you’re in another world. Usually, that world has a few miles on it, as do you. But for a few seconds, or a few minutes, you’re there. Sights, sounds, nous, cultural milieu, things otherwiseContinue reading “Lou, Zenith and WJBR”

A King Fit for A Mall and Other Travel Stuff

So, for the first time since Covid, I got out of Dodge, otherwise known as San Antonio. Yup. I took the plunge to go see my daughter, Rosie, in Germany, where she is a free-lance bass player and all-around interesting person. It took more nerve than I thought I could summon up. See, I amContinue reading “A King Fit for A Mall and Other Travel Stuff”