Unable to string coherent thoughts
together for even 6 or 7 k, Panama STARTS A BLOG
Jun
28 06 Well, it never stops. The world-famous Riny came over to the States
for Hullabaloo or HollaBGolla, that thing they have every year in Manchester,
Tennessee, to hang with his buds My Morning Jacket, whom I don't know (I read
recently that "whom" was about to die a sudden, nearly unnoticed death,
due to the fact that no one seemed to know when to say it and so therefore never
said it at all) but who are all good fellows, I'm sure.
El
Rancho Tedioso
Anyhow, said presence in the area gave Riny
the opportunity to stop by at the farm (I'm considering "El Rancho Tedioso")
and visit with me and the unexpanded family unit. It was a pleasant visit, at
least for me, as I got to enlist Riny's help in going to take the old batteries
out of the bus, preparatory to moving it out to the farmette, the aforementioned
El Rancho. We all spent a pleasant evening together, and Riny followed my date
Patty and me into town the next day, and spun off our trail on 65 North on his
way to Louisville and later back to Las Nederlands, and we bought two new used
batteries...
Batteries
included
Lately
it has occurred to me that 50% of everybody is stupider than everybody else. Apropos
of nothing.
A few weeks
back I played at the Florida Folk Festival in White Springs. And a few weeks before
that I played with my old Bethlehem Asylum brothers and some fellow Beaus Arts
alumni at the State Theater on Central Avenue in St. Pete. I came back
from St Pete with some kind of virus or something actually I think I picked
it up on my way back up through Georgia but I've been plagued with it, even
during the White Springs sets, and have just now begun to maybe think I've shaken
it off a little bit, thanks to having a good doctor. But I haven't been able to
attend to anything, just being busy drawing breath, so business and relationships
have suffered.
We're
finally getting in this year's Garden, it having been postponed while the fuel
tank and then the batteries were being attended to, we'll maybe get it seeded
in tomorrow we've also been busting ass trying to get a mortgage going on
the farmette. Hmmm the computer doesn't recognize farmette as a word computer
wasn't around in the Fifties, that's for sure. Hmmm dinette yep it's
comfortable with that maybe farmette is just a Panama word. I dunno, though,
kinda sounds like what people who commuted from Connecticut to New York went home
to back in the Man in the Gray Flannel Suit days their farmette.
The
wwwebster Riny has installed a counter on the very bottom of the Front Page, on
where it is displayed where the folks who stop by are from in graphic national
flag form or something. It'll be interesting to watch. All you eBay, Amazon,
CDBaby people, keep the faith I'll try to write more. Peach, Panama