Wednesday's Digressions

Believe it or not- I was there. Deep purple was fantastic as was Meatloaf and and Rodgau Monotones. I have no independent recall of Roger Chapman except that he was likely one of the couple of bands the crowd went nuts for that I had not heard of.

• Another old friend I learned recently died a few years ago at the age of 50. When I saw his obituary picture I realized I knew his dad; as he looked just like him. The weird thing is- I have no memory of why I knew his dad- although I can guess (or more correctly, I have a feeling) our dads knew each other. That seems likely to be why we met- our dads knew each other.
• I opposed him as catcher in Little League in Decatur. He was known for his fast pitch. No joke- batters and catchers alike would refuse to face him and start crying rather than face what must have been a 90 mph fastball. My hand is burning just thinking about it. The first time I tried to catch one of his pitches it physically knocked the glove off my hand.
• We bumped into each other through the years in the oddest places- a night club, when he did some work for my mom and even at a doctors's office- in another city. It was always great to catch up with him.
  
• My glove and bat were handed down to me from my brother. I want Zac to use the bat once in a game. The glove may have detoriated by now but only several years ago was still floating in the detritus of my life somewhere. It would be cool to see my little boy handwriting on it where I put my name- I need to dig it up.
• Cheapo medical tape used to be a common wrap on bat handles. You can easily spend 17 dollars on a purpose made wrap nowadays.
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  Some people just want to watch the world burn.

• Today I bought a phone and service plan. It cost me over 300 dollars to walk out of there and the phone isn't paid off yet. The 3 black customer service guys tried to get me to buy the last gold cased phone in my model as it would be pimp. They were hilarious and super knowledgeable 
• I wish I had gotten  that phone.
• When I was a kid me and two of the other neighborhood thugs built a clubhouse. We adopted two kittens that wandered up. One was black and one was white. We named the white one Whitie and the black one Blackie. We fed them scraps and cheap cat food. Their farts would stink us out. We blamed each other until we heard the white one do it once. 
• I have no idea what happened to them.
• Pweep- in case you are wondering.
  

  

  Behold- Blanket Man!

• Intense tank verses meat bag action in Syria. 
  
• Or here- if war porn is not your thing, watch the video to, if not my favorite Me First And The Gimme Gimmes's song- it is the one I am listening to right now 04/23/2017 @ 0828.
• That was one clumsily written sentence.