Ohhhh! Sitting here with a bit of a bug. Not the worst bug ever. I can’t quite tell if’s a “I hit the wall kind of bug” or, a “why did I shake hands with that guy right after he sneezed and blew his nose on his sleeve kind of bug.” Either way, this kind of thing hits me right near the winter solstice. It’s got me coughing like a cannon and freezing one minute and itchy the next. It’s been my experience that I’ve survived each and every one of these bouts. Lying around doesn’t help and, working doesn’t hurt that bad. Dogs don’t catch it but, wives do. So, I’m spending my time with Millie our hound. My wife Sandy will soon enact the ten foot rule. That means I can’t come within ten feet of her. Working in the 33 degree dairy locker will be such fun tonight. It’s a little rough to be in the cold however, the cold air will clean out my nostrils. I also think the cold air helps kill the germs too providing it don’t kill me first.
Hi friends. I noticed that it one of my facebook friends was having a birthday. It turns out that he was one of the founding members of Danny and the Juniors. I sent him this story and thought I’d share it with you.
I’m sitting on break at the Chatterbox tonight and, watching a nine year old little girl keeping watch over her little brother. He’s about three and is wandering all over the dining floor. She’s in hot pursuit. He climbs onto my dee jay platform stomping around and, snatching record covers. She, catches him from behind and drags him away. She put’s back the records as he runs over to the statue of the giant hot dog and makes like he’s Sir Edmund Hillary on Mt. Everest. He’s repelled almost up to Mr. Hot dog’s mustard hand when she swoops in and get’s him back to solid ground.. She’s a regular Sherpa guide. Oops he spots the toys for local needy children under the central Christmas tree. The Incredible Flash has nothing n this guy. Wonder sister is right on his tail. Got him.
There’s nothing better than a good dead done on a whim and on the sly. There’s also nothing better than a good deed done with great care and well thought out foresight. Let’s face it, good deeds are just the best thing ever. I seen and done a few in my day and felt like talking about a few in this episode of the Pop Pop Show. Enjoy and be inspired.
Do you remember the Hokey Pokey? It’s an nice old song from the 40’s I think. Basically it leads you in a mystical and fun dance called oddly enough the Hokey Pokey. Each of the many refrains instructs you to put various parts of your body into a circle of friends then out and then in again as you shake it all about. Then you dance the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around. They then say that’s what it’s all about. As I get older and reflect more on my life, I’m beginning to think the composer of that great song might just be right. The Hokey Pokey might just be what it’s all about. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?
Thanksgiving is my all time favorite holiday. It a great day always. Ah, turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and mince pie for desert. Yes and then a full belly and a soft sofa to lull you to dreamland. It’s a winner every time. Enjoy this one on a full stomach.
This time Bob and I sort of talked about what to be thankful for in the world of finance. We were going to do this show before Thanksgiving. We had scheduling problems and, well, here it is almost Christmas and, we finally got around to doing the show. Listen to this one and your cup will overflow with many a thank you galore. This show came out very well. Thank heaven.
Many a night I’ll pass Millie our Hound on my way to bed. She’ll be snoring away in what used to be my easy chair. Dead to the world, she’ll be wrapped around a stuffed flat dog doll. I’ll pat her on her head and say goodnight and head off to my room. Once in the sack, I scrunch down into my pillow, pull a cover or two up to my shoulder and pull on my sleeping ski mask. Now that I don’t have all that much hair I need it to keep my head warm. All that done, I’m ready for a good nights sleep. Some night’s, I’ll even turn on one of my old shows. (They’re great for inducing sleep.) In the words of the immortal Elmer Fudd, “It’s west and wewaxation at wast.”
I’m finding out more about Uncle Pen. Turns out he actually lived. He was one of the originators of mountain fiddling. I’m pretty sure he was Bill Monroes uncle or guardian for a couple of years. Bill Monroe says they were dirt poor. Hot Cakes, Sorghum, and Fat Back for breakfast. Hard work for the day. Black eyed peas, sorghum, and Fat Back for supper. Sounds like they were pretty lucky to get an apple for lunch. Uncle Pen would sit on the porch at night and play his fiddle mountain style. Bill Monroe said that poor as they were, those days were some of the happiest of his life. I can’t find if Uncle Pen actually had a ledge where he serenaded the village below at dusk. Maybe the cabin was up high and overlooked the valley below. Uncle Pen was thrown by a mule and became crutch bound but, that didn’t affect his fiddling. You can find pictures of him if you get a chance to do so. Looks to me that he would have been a hoot to know. Bless his good heart. I saw a video of Bill Monroe playing Uncle Pen on stage. At one point in the song he just plays his mandolin and clog dances by himself. I’ll bet he danced every time he brought that song to life.
I just finished a show for VRadio Nashville. It’s a large internet radio station. I guess one of the biggest. They’ve been nice enough to have me send a weekly one hour show for them to feature somewhere in their rotation schedule. Tonight I was playing country oldies.