On this mornings’ run, my mental jukebox was on “Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues,” by the wonderful Todd Snider. And, just because my mental jukebox sometimes skips a bit, here it is, covered by Yoda: Hey, hey, my, my. Never die, rock and roll will. Your hair down in your eye hang. Make a million […]
I ran just under five miles this morning. I was slated to do 4.5, and changed the route a little while I was out. Ah, exciting times. This mornings mental jukebox selection was of course (as you can tell by the subject line), ‘Folsom Prison Blues.’ But I have got to stop singing this bit […]
I just wanted to tell you a little story about those banana plants. See, we didn’t have any when we moved here. And one day, many years ago (95? 96? Don’t remember), through a series of very fortunate events, I began listening to a musician by the name of Jumpin’ Johnny Sansone. Johnny lived in […]