Well, friends, I have to admit I have a whole pile of obituaries to write here, but I am going to take my time putting them out. I just wrote two today, and that’s enough to take a toll on somebody for a very, very long time! Phyllis Diller, Andy Griffith, Robin Gibb — they will get their proper tributes. But one can only get so morose in one sitting.
I think I’ll be keeping it light for the rest of the day.
Lately I have been into the whole art of proper grooming, and all the frilly stuff that goes with it. I got tired of the disposable razor scene, which I found to be wasteful and expensive. There is a reason why men used to groom and maintain themselves a certain way years ago… and they looked fantastic. I decided to throw myself into that world. Oh, the education I got! I’m going to write a whole piece on safety razors, talcum powder and my love for Pinaud products. But that will be coming soon. It’s worth the wait.
This morning I treated myself to coffee at a local restaurant, but took the added measure of bringing my own container of real cream, instead of subjecting myself to the stabilized coffee whitener in little plastic cups that most places offer you, which floats about like an anonymous mass and tastes like nothing from the dairy universe. And the coffee tasted so much better! I am not above doing such things, of course, and feel it’s perfectly acceptable to eat on your own terms. If you like fresh ground pepper, why subject yourself to stuff that has been sitting on the table for years, pre-ground and thoroughly without identity? Bring your own pepper mill with you. If you don’t like margarine on your toast (as many will serve it), ask for it dry, and take a container of real butter out of your satchel and live like a king, to the envy of all around you. Food should be as YOU want it, not as THEY want it. Restaurants are there to serve you, and if they can’t do that by all means serve yourself!
I just ordered the new Don Williams album (on vinyl, of course) and I can’t wait to hear it. That boy is just pure, sweet, understated greatness. Not familiar? Here you go… Good Ol’ Boys Like Me
Recently I have been watching the old Dark Shadows television series, enjoying the absolute heck out of it. The acting, the wacky storylines, and the overall camp of it make this an irresistible and enthralling experience. I always seem to catch on to certain things long after they are current, don’t I? Well, that’s just the way of things. After this I plan on catching Fanny Brice down at the Palladium. I hear she’s an absolute howl!
I need to get myself some lunch before I fade away to nothing. But I thank you for your time.