Lazy Sunday morning and it’s almost tolerable outside. So I’m sitting on the back porch, drinking coffee, getting ready for my regular weekend morning hike, and trying to not wake the neighbors with my laughing as I read through the news in search of the outré and grotesque. There was a pack of coyotes earlier, all chased off when they got a sight and whiff of Wonder Dog, Vanquisher of Canids.

Many interesting and assorted birthdays including a famous villager; a guy who could always catch up; proof that even a great president can make shit judicial appointments; the woman who paved the way for Nancy Reagan and Michelle Obama to fuck things up without being elected; one of the very few exceptions to the rule that drummers make shitty bandleaders; a guy who did follow that rule (but was still a brilliant drummer); a contestant for the dumbest senator, amidst incredible competition; one of the very best baseball play by play announcers EVER; a comic actor whose style I admire; and an amazingly fun-to-watch linebacker from the days when the NFL was actually about football (mostly).

News, yes, let’s do that.

 

C’mon, it’s not like it’s a MAGA mural.

 

Wait, are they re-running a four year story?

 

I detect the fine hand of STEVE SMITH.

 

“I have a good mind to send a sternly-worded letter!”

 

Something tells me that this will die down by winter.

 

Old Guy Music is just something I ran across yesterday that amused me.