You know it's yoooooou Baaaaabe

You know it's a gonna be a great day when it makes sense for Sammy to sing Styx to you.


(THIIIINK ABOUT IT!...)

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Jan lets us know:
"not the kind of car you want to see on your block..."


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Dad sent this classic email, and it's a always a good one:

The Death Of An Old Friend
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered for having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge).


His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. - Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge financial settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

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Good things happening in the world of Below. This is weekend is birthday weekend (Monday actually) and Joyous has been making me suspicious; all thru thru the week she calls me from "somewhere" where she's takin care of "stuff". I myself have been known to meet the Easter Bunny, Santa, and the Birthday Bombadeer in select parking lots across the county to make my exchanges from the trunk of said supplier's cars. But I at least would tell Joy this. (But not the parts about the Bunny taking me to the businessman's lunch at the Vu.)

Saw, discovered, and will forever now root for an amazing band Umphrey's McGee this past week with Steve in Lansing. The Midwest Phish. You'll see. And learned that a dear cherished Level 42 concert video is being released in the USA too. I been waiting for this to come to nice DVD forever and at first it looked ot be only a Euro-release. If you know me and you're a musician or been in a band, or was in my pad for more than 10 minutes and we talked about music since between 1987 and now, you know this video.
It's been my ammo to show people that L42 was mucho more the fantastic live band than the two 80s hits they had (which do not convey the killer chops of this British funk band).

This weekend/next week we get to babysit MAX, Joy's brother-in-law's Rottweiler. 120 pounds of total loveable oaf. Like Cujo playing the part of the Snuggles dryer sheet teddy bear. But man is he gonna scare the begeezus out of our friends coming over when they first see him. Serves them right for not reading the blog.


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