Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Al Hirt, born in 1922. He was one of my favorite trumpet players.
Yesterday nothing happened. It rained too much for anything to happen.
I drove to the post office instead of walking. The tron undergrounders were not undergrounding any trons. Some Dominion Gas workers were working in the rain, and there weren't any rent-a-hippies protesting. I suspect the rent-a-hippies might of been recruited by one of Dominion Gas's competitors. You can get them offa most any university campus. Just give 'em a few bucks and a sign to carry and tell them what slogan to chant.
And so today I've got another chiroquacker knee-jerk session, after which maybe I'll stroll up and laugh at any rent-a-hippies that might be there.
Signs of life