Our version of Light My Fire

Sitting on the back porch on Sunday, with my ukulele. I thought that, well, maybe, we should noodle outside, with a tune that I’ve played with forever. Did my uke part, then, grabbed my guitar, and decided to go full bore  in the sun. Hot…. Sent it to the amazing Mike August, who, added the good stuff…

It was just a noodle/test/jam, but turned out nice, for an impromptu shot…

 

I Don’t Understand…

Morning/afternoon/evening…

…Am I missing the outrage here? In my old, cornfield mind, I don’t understand the anger about selling beds to the company that is operating the detention centers. Anger about the condition of said centers…got it… It is a whole other package of anger, about whether the undocumented/illegal/refugee thing… but, in the small picture, so to speak, Wayfair employees cranked about selling beds, so at least the refugees/illegals/undocumented can sleep, is, a bit odd.. a plus/plus situation… Wayfair makes money selling beds. people get to sleep in beds. the rest of it, is a totally different argument….
Or, am I missing something…..? Just talking about the sell beds, so people can sleep on them… the rest is an argument I do not want to have, here…

Thanks you, as always, New York Times, for a great source of news…