So this is my last day here before heading to NYC for the weekend with NPR Lady. Our target is a terrific Georgian restaurant in Chelsea- SP and I discovered Georgian food and wine when we first moved here and were blown away by how good they were. And by how often we had to explain that Georgia is a country… A Georgian supra is truly one of the most civilized ways to spend an evening.

Of course, the most civilized way to spend a morning is reading Links, but first we note a few birthdays, including a First Lady who set an example that more of them should follow; a romantic guy who pined for the fjords; another guy who wrote tunes that we all recognize but we have no idea who composed them; Christ, what an asshole; the best midget to ever come out of Pittsburgh; my favorite jazz pianist, whose death would make a great detective story; proof that a Mafia background will keep you out of the White House; everyone’s favorite outlaw; the black face of white supremacy yadda yadda yadda; a guy who knew what I meant; the brother who wasn’t funny; the one who didn’t know economics; a guy with a hole in his hand; and SP’s favorite pitcher.

Onward to Links.

 

The process is the punishment.

 

“Injuring public records.” This actually could be a hot little story.

 

This is actually amazing.

 

Next step: Armies of Hitlers.

 

Kayfabe.

 

Coming up next: airlifts of cash.

 

If I were Supreme Dictator, the only part of the US government I’d keep unscathed is the social media office for National Park Service.

 

One of the birthday boys today provides Old Guy Music. And in just a few minutes, he runs through every style of jazz ever created.