Operator: Jim Croce 

Posted July 5, 2022 by katry
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Call Me: Blondie

Posted July 5, 2022 by katry
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634-5789 (Soulsville, U.S.A.): Wilson Pickett 

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Pennsylvania 6-5000: Glenn Miller 

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“It’s funny when people say something is “unreal” about something that is, in reality, real. I’m so guilty of it, it’s real!” 

Posted July 5, 2022 by katry
Categories: Musings

The early morning was foggy. We are socked in by clouds. The breeze is close to being a wind. The air is muggy. It is 74˚and will get a bit warmer. I have to do a couple of errands, and tonight I have uke practice. The beginning of my week is loaded with uke. We have the Monday concert, Tuesday practice and Wednesday lesson.

Last night’s concert went well. A breeze kept us comfortable. We played bluegrass and some patriotic music for a sort of crowd sing-a-long. I gave myself extra time to get to Hyannis. It was, after all, 4th of July weekend, but I was gobsmacked. The traffic seemed to have disappeared. I had to wait for only a single light cycle at the busiest road. I was early for the concert and hung around chatting with my fellow uke players who also gave themselves extra time, and who were also gobsmacked by the missing traffic.

Around 2 or 2:30 this morning giant bangs woke me up. The sound was so close I could even hear the sizzle from the lit firecrackers before they went off. The closest bang scared the heck out of Nala. She leapt from the floor to me on the bed and stayed close, ever alert. I swear the firecrackers were being throw into my yard. The bangs were that close. I think it had to be the neighbor behind me. I could hear some people laughing. Finally, after the loudest and closest bang, they stopped. Nala was still with me. Once the quiet started, she decided to lie down beside me, touching me, her security. That is the last thing I remember.

Yesterday I was watching the news. The police were asking for films and stills of yesterday’s shooting. The main speaker urged listeners to drop a dime and call. I have only heard that idiom used to mean snitching to the police. This speaker meant it literally. I wondered how many listeners understood what the speaker meant. I don’t even think there are pay phones still around.

Language has to change to remain relevant. Some changes are only for the minute (slight exaggeration here) while other changes make themselves at home and stay around. I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s. My parents grew up mostly in the 30’s. My every day language is a mishmash.

I learned copacetic because my mother used it. I have never cooked with gas but only literally. A dreamboat for me would be a yacht with staff. A guy who’s fast isn’t a runner. My father used to announce he was going to the can. The squares and party poopers have disappeared. I don’t get why made in the shade means what it does. Take a picture. Are you writing a book?

I could keep going but my heels are on fire.

  Chimes of Freedom: Bob Dylan  

Posted July 4, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

 Declaration of Independence: The Fifth Dimension 

Posted July 4, 2022 by katry
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Living In America: James Brown

Posted July 4, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

America: Simon & Garfunkel 

Posted July 4, 2022 by katry
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