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3/31
Toni Price sings the blues. I mean, I live right around the corner from the Continental Club, the legendary spot in Austin to hear music, and we finally got out to hear Toni Price. Half way through the set, my red headed Capricorn friend looks at me and says, "I know what CD I'm buying next..." while swaying to the music. Then some light dinner at a Tex-Mex place, sometimes, it just doesn't get any better than this. The singer has an excellent song, of course it's a throaty blues, about "the oil dried up and so did the town...." Reminds me I'm going back to Midland, soon. I stepped out of my trailer to bid a certain someone a good evening and see her on her way, and I noticed a lone bat darting amongst the twilight. In the far eastern distance, there was glow like a false down, the floodlights over at the baseball fields, the distant murmur of traffic from the Interstate, out of sight but not of mind.

3/30
How could I miss it? Monday, the 29th, it was St. Dominic's Day, the Patron Saint of Astronomers. I got a pleasant E-mail this morning, I'd sent a quote from Ovid to a friend in the frozen north, and he responded by reminding me that Ovid meant "sheep" in the original. Sheep love, it's not just a Texas thing, it has roots in the classics. "Qui non vult fieri desidiosus amet" -- attributed to Ovid.

What a strange day -- it had "Monday" written all over it. Lunch at "Avenue Cafe" -- usual rounds downtown, bank, post office, bank again, coffee shop, river walk, coffee shop.... but there was something in the air, no, not literally, but a feeling, a feeling of a cloud lowered on our heads. Might just have been the constant threat of rain, too. Got home and a Cancer swung by and grabbed me for some dinner. Is Tex-Mex twice in one day too much? I think not. Then I got down to business. The most recent update hit the wires, and the first thing I had to do was deal with all the bounced mail. So far, though, and this looks like the record, there were only a half dozen bounced messages. Now, I only have to worry about the hate mail. "Who are you and why are you sending me this?" Last time I checked, you subscribed, and it was a two step process -- just to make sure -- "listserve" angst? Looks really cold out -- don't think we'll hit 70 today.

3/29
I set out last night, trying to burn off a little bit of the BBQ and bad headache. I wound up with a Thundercloud Avocado Sub (Whole Wheat + Jalapenoes), and two friends sitting my couch while I was trying to upload the page. I kept pushing buttons on the remote for the CD player, and I got various comments from one friend about "Klub Kramer, like the old Starck Club in Dallas..." and then as I was singing the lyrics to a honky tonk tune, Junior Brown, my guests got a glazed look, "What are you saying? The lips are moving, but you're not making any sense...." It's obvious, I'm not destined to be a rap singer, but that might have been. Is there a market for Alternative Rap Country? "The 'alternative' is that you DON'T make any music."

3/28
There's nothing quite as amusing as a desperate Gemini in a desperate situation. And as long as Mercury is Retrograde, I find that I've got any number of Gemini's running around chasing their collective tails. Fortunately, the retrograde is entering into its final phase, and the least of the problems are over. I caught a movie a last night with one Gemini, got home, and talked to another for hours, or so it seemed. I couldn't pick a single song for this weekend, partially due to the nature of the weird DJ mix done by the Chemical Brothers, and in part, following it with honky tonk material. Pick one song? A theme? Hardly possible. Party time this afternoon -- BBQ, food, fun friends....

Finally, after a fun filled afternoon with smoky Fajita meat, I have some good observations -- "Two degrees, here in Austin, you are never more than two degrees away from a musician."

3/27
There were a couple of bands I wanted to listen to, a chance to see some live music last night, but I didn't remember who was playing where until it was ten thirty at night, and I was getting some ice cream at Amy's with a friend. The best thing I wound up with was nice card to send Ma Wetzel for Easter, and the Junior Brown single. And some Chemical Brothers. How's that for a strange array of music? I got stuck on one Junior Brown song last night, then some of that B.B. King which was floating in the CD player. This morning, though, those Chemical Brothers are rocking away. It's "acid" music, near as a I can tell. Let's see, there's Techno, Honky Tonk, Blues and A3 this morning. And very vintage Pink Floyd. Right, and I'm supposed to pick a song for the day?

3/26
Nothing makes a Sagittarius more happy than to get some traveling orders. Looks like I finally get a chance to slide on out to Phoenix again. Got word when I got home late last night. Looks like Mother's Day will be in AZ. And I've got a weekend in NM, just the week before. Looks like the summer schedule is heating up -- finally. I had dinner with Ma Wetzel again last night. She was insistent that I eat steak -- it must be a mother's thing. I humbly obliged at one of the "Land and Cattle" places. I believe she's in absolute denial about the hair color, "You're not old enough to have any gray." Or green? Yesterday was one of those monstrously strange days -- ran into just about everyone at once. The tall Gemini from Dallas was in town, surprised me at lunch time, so did another Gemini, and just about everyone I knew, or so it seemed.

3/25
St. Dysmas's Day -- Patron Saint of thieves, criminals and undertakers.

There was a questionnaire about "Austin Style" in today's paper. Out of my answers, I selected a few of the salient points:
Most "Austin" look? Hawaiian print shirt, jeans and cowboy boots -- nothing is more "Austin" than that.
Most frequent attire? Loud shirt, baggy black shorts and sport sandals (Birks are so passé).
Last hair cut? Best in town comes from Kathi the Cappy [Katsgamble], but she doesn't cut most people... she's a "chemical specialist". [Does great streaks of color, too, think I'll have to get an iMac to match my hair, maybe two or three....]

Sure, it was nice to see Ma Wetzel yesterday. Got the obligatory "Hi Mom" out of the way. Glad she's not staying in the trailer, too -- she's highly allergic to my office mate, the cat. In fact, other than a short hike to get the mail and stuff, it was a largely unremarkable day. I did get on a little bit of tear with some Green Tea, which is turning into the afternoon beverage of choice. It fueled me long enough to get some more of the web site straightened out. I pulled a little bit of mint from my patio garden to spice the tea up. And the name "Green Tea" matches the streak still in one of my receding forelocks. What was supposed to be a slow weekend is now heating up to look like it might be rather busy -- parties and appointments and such.

3/24
And so it goes. I'm off to meet with Ma Wetzel for lunch today. Yesterday I was consumed with food from Magnolia, time spent adding material to my Virgo database, and this interesting tidbit: Virgo's seem to wind up in big, red trucks. It all started, when back to back, I had two Virgo friends show up on the same day for readings, and I had a chance to observe that they both had big red "sport utility" vehicles. Big truck, in my book. Then, at lunch yesterday, with another Virgo, she confirmed this, "sure, my first car was a truck, a big RED farm truck." I haven't made the conclusion yet, but the sampling of data is pointing towards a serious scientific find here.

3/23
I'm a little worried about the weather. I made the big transition yesterday, after I got in from a short (4 mile) walk. Got the miles done in under an hour, but after sweating the last few hundred meters, I decided it was time to switch to the summer sandals. I'm just afraid that the summer stuff means that it will cool down again, and I'm not too interested in cooler weather. I did a reading yesterday evening, and I no sooner collected a hefty fee for my time than I slid right on over to the bookstore and scooped up some Mercury Retrograde reading material. I ran into a a Sagittarius female there, and I asked what I should be reading. "Try the best seller list? I don't know, I just work here." So much for literary suggestions from a (soon to be) famous poet.

3/22
I'm still the check in desk at "Heart Break Hotel." In fact, I feel more a like command post for "Heart Break Central" rather than just a mere check in desk. It seems like it's getting worse, but only by degrees. Must be Mars. Or, must be Mercury. However, I did get much pleasure from last night's Oscar winners. I was tremendously pleased to see Judi Dench get recognition. I've seen her on stage, and she can perform. I loved her comic and wry treatment of the Queen. I was also interested to see "Elizabeth" get an award -- ever notice that the cast was a lot of the same people as "Shakespeare in Love"?

3/21
Having lake front property, even if it's only a small trailer pad, right on the lake, it's supposed to be nice. It's supposed to be idyllic, scenic, and calming. Living in a town that calls the University of Texas major industry is also nice. And spring break is supposed to be a relaxed time because everyone is gone. 7:00 AM on Sunday morning, however, all of these elements combined in a very annoying manner: boat races. I'm not talking about power boats, motor boats or anything of that nature. No, this far more insidious: rowboats. I was rudely awakened by the yelling, screaming racket of various collegiate rowing teams, as the race day started. "ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR!" Dear lord, who did I irritate this time? It wouldn't be so bad if I could just figure out how to get them to let me troll from the tail end of one of their long boats. I like the idea of having a trolling motor made out of 6 or 8 young women -- all sweating and straining against the sweep of their oars.

3/20
One of these days, I'm going to learn to pay closer attention to my own astrology. Never try to update your hair color when Mercury is Retrograde and Mars is stationary. It's still like bad nightmare. I had a hard time getting myself out into public yesterday. Of course, the leaden sky and general conditions in Austin weren't conducive to anything outdoors. I still ain't too fond of the blue and the green. Maybe just a streak of blue would have been better. When I finally did get out yesterday, it was with a musician friend, and he was entirely noncommittal about the color. As a drummer, though, he's seen much worse. While we were sitting at the panoramic view booth in a restaurant, though, I did get a chance to see a guy with a green mohawk, a couple of aging punks, and a cowboy -- all listing to the same band at an outside venue. See? I'm not so odd, now.

3/19
Yesterday is like a bad nightmare, stuck in a shopping mall for hours. The late and very spicy dinner at Magnolia had something to do with dreams, the dreams I dreamed last night. I was up. Twice. Weird stuff. Since the characters in the dreams were people I had just exchanged E-mail with, I wouldn't hesitate to suggest those dreams were a product of spicy food at late hour, an active imagination, and too much mall time. It could also be the fact that I let Kathi the Cappy mess around with my hair, and it has been almost a year since I got it cut, or even trimmed. "You really should let us do this more often," she said, "it would make it so much nicer." "Wow, look how long his hair is," said another hair dresser, "you keep it pulled back. Look at that length." Kathi pulled my hair out from the bottom, "If you'll just let me trim it up a little, it will curl up even more." It's really hard to say "no" when you're at the mercy of an expert. As an after thought, though, I think the blue and the green streaks make me look like one particular fishing lure, but I can't think which one.

3/18
Woke up with a Lucinda Williams' lyric playing in my head, "concrete and barb wire." Don't know where that came from. And with the stars in virulent disarray, I had to take the little PowerBook to the shop to get fixed. The horror of it all. I'm down to one and a half computers here. I'm scared. It's a cool and gray day out, and not a day I want to spend running around. Looks like I have almost no choice in the matter, though. I got stuck at the mall this afternoon, I was returning a truck to its rightful owner, and I wanted to beat traffic so I figured I would just kill some time at the mall. Only problem, none of my buddies were working, or the ones who were working, were actually too busy to hang any. I did all of my summer shopping, though, a couple of new shirts. I was also looking for some new shorts, but every place I tried on my size, the size seems to have gotten a bit tight in the waist so I decided I would stick to last year's models. Works for me. I did a quick inventory of my summer wardrobe -- ahead of schedule, but the Equinox is just around the corner so I figure I need to be ready for spring. New Hawaiian shirts, check. Pair of sandals with lots of tread left, check. Baggy black shorts, check. I'm ready.

3/17
So one of my neighbors has this totally hot (Scorpio) sister, older sister, and she was supposed to be in town for an evening of fun and revelry. Oh, she did show up last night, just as sick as can be,with a fever, so much for being hot, and so much for a night of fun. I got to cruising around on the web, instead, and I found myself reading some of the web journals out there. As far as the question about love and romance, well, I cobbled together an astrological guide. Look in there for answers. And while I still feel like I'm the check-in desk at "Heartbreak Hotel," I did get a completely random question yesterday which thrilled me. It was a question about how to introduce Shakespeare to an intelligent, but other wise unfamiliar person. Which play do you start with?

3/16
I'm not sure whether I'm the check in desk for "heartbreak hotel," or just another disgruntled Austin person who gets a little fed up with the whole SXSW thang. Instead of engaging in the usual party activity right now, however, I'm taking it easy. I finished reading Cormac McCarthy's "The Crossing" last night, book Number Two in his "Border Trilogy." I underlined a few passages, and I'll sprinkle them in as I see fit. I was amazed at his command the language. Or languages, because he transcribes a lot of conversations in Spanish. The first thought that crossed my mind when I finished and laid the book down was to get up and write something about it. Then I got to thinking, and it's been 15 years, maybe more since I had a Gemini professor who encouraged that very activity. "All the Pretty Horses" is more accessible, but "The Crossing" is a better book. However, there's a cool breeze whipping up the river right now, 14 loads of laundry sitting the machines at the trailer park's laundry room, and I need to go for a walk. I'm just wondering if I'm going to stop by the bookstore and snag that final volume in the "Border Trilogy."

3/15
Texas: the Bluebonnets are going to be springing up everywhere with last week's rain, and the ensuing cool weather. It just reminds me why I like living here so much. I've tried to live elsewhere, but even the breathtaking Rockies, or the exquisite parts of Northern California, especially the shoreline, it just doesn't compare. I keep recycling back here. I was looking at a map about migration patterns in the last century, and that explains a little why I like it here. Most of East Texas was settled by Southerners. Just south of Austin, there's a piece of the Camino Real, an old Spanish highway which predates any of the "southern" invasion. Then there's the eerie "staked plains" in the Panhandle, and don't forget that that the northern edge of the Sonora Desert stretches up into western edge of Central Texas. Most be Monday morning. One Blond Gemini calls from the airport to amuse me with data about all the flights to NY being canceled, "If I didn't know Mercury was RX, I'd be irritated." In the background I could hear an announcement that another airline had a flight leaving for NY at that moment. And another one is coming by to take me to breakfast. Another blond Gemini, that is. It's true, I love the sign of the Twins. But last night, it was Virgo -- have no fear -- she was driving a large red truck. And tonight, it was red head Capricorn commiserating about her day "at the office."

3/14
I didn't sleep with the window open last night (it's still bitterly cold), and it's another picture perfect day except that the morning is about 30 degrees too cool for my tastes. Breakfast with my lawyer, one of several, actually, then work at the bookstore doing readings. Lawyers are like friends, you know, you can just never have too many of either. And mothers, too. Don't reckon you can have too many of them, either. It's Mothering Sunday in England, and I got fax from Pa Wetzel as he reminded me that this was English Mother's Day. According to tradition, though, the live in servants get the day off to visit their mothers. The only live in servants I figure my folks had were me and my sister. Do we get the day off?

3/13
I slept with a window slightly cracked, and even the floor is cold this morning. On the weather maps, there's a big, cold icy finger which stabs right into our hearts. I keep waiting to hear back from a client who booked me for readings at a party, only, where's the party? I have an office address, but I don't know where I'm supposed to be. I mean, I know it's in the club house, but which club house? There are few of them in the area. Since I couldn't find the place I was supposed to be, I wound up at a favorite Mexican food restaurant, El Rancho Grande, way far in North Austin. It amazed me because I once used to frequent this place, and it feels like it's a small eatery on the East Side. Servers who don't speak much English, food that's really warm, and some rather tasty Barbacoa. So I didn't make it to the party, but I did have my own, of sorts. I guess Mercury is definitely doing his "thang" right now.

3/12
"Free will sucks," suggested a friend in an E-mail. I couldn't agree more. And there is no easy resolution to the question about how to deal with love and a soul mate situation. None. There are no definitive answers, either. After rush hour was long over, an awe - inspiring thunderstorm rolled through town. Reports crackled on the radio about possible tornados west of town, and maybe the weather was moving east. The rain is welcome, the river was swollen, and I got soaking wet hopping through the puddle to track mud into my neighbor's trailer, just long enough to watch the weather on the TV. "That strike was less than a mile away," he observed with a calm, detached point of view as lightening lit up the sky and loud peal of thunder rolled through rattling the trailer's windows. The only thing I can say about love is that I love this weather, and it's going to flush a lot of trash out of the river in the next few days.

3/11
It was not really an overcast day, not really a cloudy day, but an over present grayness to added a certain pallor to the light, and as I passed some Bluebonnets, I noticed that the early flowers were beginning to fade -- it was the most delicate shade of very light purple. Mostly blue, but still, and it might have been the light, but it looked purple -- deep purple? Not quite. Rain last night, and tuna salad with a Gemini and Capricorn rounded out the evening. And I did get the pictures scanned for the site, my Aura Pictures. Don't ask me my opinion of the aura photography, I happen to be very fond of the characters who take the pictures, but I'm a little suspicious of the camera set up. I was paused outside of the print shop downtown, animatedly talking on my cell phone -- did I ever explain that I like Libra's? The folks at the counter in the store were making snide comments as I buttoned up my shirt before walking in, "We thought the meter maids were dressing different these days...."

I fly around on SouthWest Airlines a lot. It's cheap, and when I compare the price of two tanks of gas for the big Lincoln, along with octane booster and frequent stops for coffee, the way to go is the cheap seats on SWA. I was busy yesterday with a friend of mine visiting from Alaska, then, an early evening rendezvous, then last night, late in the evening, I got one of those calls, "Hey Kramer I'm in town overnight and I'm at the ...." It's a SouthWest crew member, someone I met on my various journeys, and it brings me back to a study I started a long time ago, it's an observation about females born in Harris County (that would be Houston). Uniformly good looking. Uniformly attractive, and, more often than not, blond. And frequently, big hair, although, as more than one visitor has observed, Austin is so humid their hair goes flat here. Just makes mine more curly. Of course, this brings on another question for the day, "How long does it take to get over a soul mate?"

3/10
I had mud bugs last night, again, with a Virgo friend. She's originally from Louisiana, so she was a little critical of the flavor, "They're good, but just not hot enough." I had to agree. Still, she was amazed that I understood the Cajun delicacy so well. I may be a recent convert, but I am impressed. Crawdads are in season, as are oysters. Since the Gulf is just a few hours away, it just doesn't get any better. This is what sets Texas apart from the rest of the country: we got it all. Of course, spicy mud bugs means I get up in the middle of the night, get motivated, and sit at my desk for while. I haven't made the complete connection, but there's one there, someplace. I wonder if there is such a thing as mud bug love?

3/9
I was wrestling with a tough metaphor all morning, not the usual stuff, but a morning meditation which got interrupted with the phone, and then the fax machine, and then the phone again, and then a short hike around the lake, and still, I have this unresolved definition. I was looking for a good way to define love as opposed to obsession, and the distinction between the two. Of course I'm obsessed at times. And I watch this in clients all the time. What I'm looking for is way to put this into words, a way to express the subtle nuance of a true emotion, a method for making the distinction between several emotions that frequently look just the same. Now, I can give a text book definition of love, I can fall back on the literature of several centuries and come up with a poetical way to address it, I can leaf through my files and come up with some ways it's expressed, but I don't have a handle on yet. I'm obviously not alone -- that much is for sure.

3/8
I think the best comment I've gotten today about the weekly game show question included a comment about "I'll sleep on it." It's been a very busy day. I was at UTEP, for about 30 seconds, this morning. Nice campus, if a little on the small side. But considering the last degree I got came from place with close to 50,000 students, anything short of huge is not very sizable. Nice plane ride with interesting characters. And after listening to a discussion about the numerous merits about El Paso, I think I can safely say that it's the culinary adventure that makes it such a wonderful place. The food is unique. Hot, too. Way hot. Makes me warm just thinking about it. Then, this evening, I had mud bugs for dinner. Imagine that, so much culture in such a short time -- only in Texas.

3/7
I knew there was going to be a shift in the temperature, but even my Austin self wasn't quite prepared for the desert winter which blew in last night. On the way back from the show and dinner, the wind was kicking up a mighty storm. This morning was cold and gray. About the first time Grace saw me this morning, I was showered, dressed, and walking across her hardwood floor. "I like the sound of boots in my house," she observed. We quickly packed up and headed over to Julie's for some amazing breakfast. "Jules" has a new place, a house with the most amazing view, it's like sitting in the middle of the desert east of town, but the morning overcast hindered the view. That girl can cook, though, and the breakfast tacos promised to stick with us the rest of the day.

Good thing we had Julie's fine cooking, too, because it was well after closing time by the time we got packed up and loaded out of the fair. Outside, in El Paso, it looked like most of New Mexico was in the air as a great dust storm roared in the from the north. "Great, and I'm flying out this stuff tomorrow," I said. "You'll be fine," Julie replied, then she blew me kiss over the dinner table, "besides, Kramer, only the good die young."

3/6
I happen to really, really enjoy El Paso. Perhaps it is nothing more than the cuisine, the dinner last night was just incredible, and it came from a place that seems to be nothing more than a local hole in the wall kind of place. Just awesome food. Hot enough to scare even some local inhabitants. Then, breakfast today was at a truck stop, but it wasn't like "truckstop" food -- the Salsa was hot, spicy and fresh while the eggs were done to a perfection and served on a tortilla. Of course, I like coming to place that has such a strong sense of history. Us white boys, relatively speaking, we're rather late on the arrival scene, historically speaking.

I was sitting in the bar, having a cup of coffee after dinner, and as I watched my cigar smoke curl up to the ceiling, green in the neon light, I was thinking while Grace was reading a waiter's palm, "If we can only take the advice we dish out...."

3/5
El Paso, and it's March. And it's the beginning of Austin's SXSW, the annual spring break in Texas for the music business. The "departure lounge" at the old airport is beginning to feel just like a us terminal. I keep vowing to avoid this place on Friday afternoon, and I keep forgetting that when it's time to leave. Who books these flights? Oh, that's right, I do. Grace and Julie met me at the airport in El Paso, and since the plane was a little late, those two had a few well-chosen words about me being late, and how it was obviously my fault. Dinner at Kiki's again, and that still has to be one of the better places to eat that I've been taken to.

3/4
More shocking cold weather this morning. It looked good when I crawled out of bed, kicked the door open and looked forward to sun. Bright blue sky, yes. Then, ten minutes later, it was cloudy and cold. Now it's sunny again. Texas weather, more fickle than an ex-girlfriend. Of course, I'm sure the same could be said about me, just to be fair. Readings, a boatload of text to be written -- it's not an easy life, but there are worse things to do. To be sure, there are few natural perks to this job. When a lovely Virgo girl asks, "What are you plans right now?" I have the opportunity to take a little time off in the afternoon, a chance to browse through the used bin at the record store, take the afternoon easy, and try to be my charming self. Of course, that means no bowling tonight. And I was wondering why they called that place a "record store" when they only sell CDs.

3/3
Shock to the system! I got ready, made plans, arranged for the afternoon meetings to allow for a scheduled time to take a hike -- ever notice that a lot people tell me to "take a hike" -- I stick my nose out the front door, and I discover it's only about 60 degrees. I was wondering if I might need to put on long pants today, it's that cold. Clear, calm, slight breeze blowing up the river, but still, after the last few days, this seems like unseasonably cool weather. Call folks back and reschedule -- it's too cold to be out wandering around today. It also explains why the cat has been so affectionate this last 24 hours -- she's cold, too. So instead of a hike, I was heading up to meet Bubba Sean for a quick lunch, and since I know he doesn't wear long pants except on really cold days -- or when he needs to do laundry -- I figured I'd better wear short pants. I've got some astrological notes I need to jot down, too, the Gemini's are, by and large, spending a lot of time getting lucky right now. Virgo's, the other Mercurial sign, though, are not. And poor Leo's, they are like my cat, they seem affectionate because they ain't enamored of this cool weather right now.

3/2
It was a little slice of paradise today. There was strong, steady breeze blowing down the river, a friend came by and yanked me out of bed to make me go eat breakfast at Magnolia, and I might go bowling tonight. Life just doesn't get any better. I've been reading some Cormac McCarthy and I really enjoy his sparse style as well as the way the style carefully evokes the nature of countryside he describes. But I'm having a problem, now deep into his second book in the "Border Trilogy" because my spoken Spanish isn't nearly as good as I thought. There is only one clear solution: I need to date someone who can translate this stuff for me. It's such wonderful literature, and I pulled out some quotes which were so useful I had to add them to the database usually reserved for stuff from Shakespeare and Twain. Of course, my basic and unabashed love of the American Southwest shows up here, but the story seems to be poetic, and told on a much deeper level. Now, if I can just find someone to help with the Spanish passages....

3/1
Sleeping in was a great idea, but it was Monday Full Moon morning, and when the computer fired up the modem at dawn, I had to get up and take a look. I've got to be careful about answering the over night mail. I can never remember what I said, and the typo's are horrendous. Worked, walked 5+ miles in record time, got home in time to grab some lunch with friends. Then hustle back and do one of those long "dinner" readings. But after a tub of Guero's Green Salsa, and some Amy's Ice Cream, I was too full to even think about any dinner.

I woke up at three in the morning, got up, fired up the essay writing software and put down some ideas. I've been meaning to write about Near Death Experiences, and I never got around to it. If I have the nerve, I might put it up later. Took an hour, and it covered the one last summer in greatest detail. Of course, it might have been fueled by too much Cajun spice in dinner last night, too. Never can tell. Those mudbugs were really tasty. 2K words in hour. I think I'll go back to bed and sleep in.

"It winds from Chicago to LA. Get your kicks on Route 66...." It was the lack of decent late night radio that had me flip over to this one station. After Saturday's unsuccessful attempt to learn how to program my new CD player, I'm back to listening to the radio. The good thing about a CD player is that the "album" won't get worn out if it gets stuck playing the same song over and over. I've heard the same song for the past 48 hours, every time I turn on the CD -- a vintage Santana piece.

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