Eric, the Straight White Guy, joined us for breakfast and then drove me back to Atlanta enroute to his home in Tennessee. During the course of the day, Eric learned that while an omelet with two cheeses is good, one containing three cheeses is even better - especially if one of them cheeses is Cream Cheese. We spent a good chunk of the drive listening to John Prine and reading Robert W. Service, great slabs of which Eric can quote (more or less) verbatim.
This week’s Friday Random Ten is dedicated to my own sweet daughter, the Mistress of Sarcasm her ownself, who celebrates her twenty-fourth birthday today. Happy birthday, kiddo!
- IV. Festival at Baghdad - The Sea - Shipwreck - L. Stokowski: Rimsky-Korsakov, Scheherezade
- My Wild Love - The Doors
- Lakeus - Alamaailman Vasarat
- Day Tripper - The Beatles
- Tip-Toe Thru The Tulips - Tiny Tim
- Grandpa Was A Carpenter - John Prine
Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
Nearly every day
No particular reason
He just dressed that way
Brown necktie and a matching vest
And both his wingtip shoes
He built a closet on our back porch
And put a penny in a burned out fuse.
Chorus:
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower
’Cause Lincoln won the war.
Well, he used to sing me “Blood On The Saddle”
And rock me on his knee
And let me listen to radio
Before we got T.V.
Well, he’d drive to church on Sunday
And take me with him too.
Stained glass in every window
Hearing aids in every pew.
(Repeat chorus)
Now my Grandma was a teacher
Went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in a milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
She called her husband “Mister”
And walked real tall and pride
And used to buy me comic books
After Grandpa died.
(Repeat chorus) - Thank Goodness - Wicked, Original Cast Recording
- Darlin’ - The Beach Boys
- Boredom - Procol Harum
- My Friend, My Friend - Phish
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