Elvis wept

Where I work, there's a thirty-foot image of Elvis in all his gold-suited glory hanging in the lobby of our record store. You know you're not in Kansas anymore. We like the place. It's called Mugwumps, & no, I don't know why it's called Mugwumps. We're currently under owner number 5 0r 6, & they don't know why it's called Mugwumps either. They just know we showed a nice profit last year, & that's all that matters. We're the last of the indy record stores in Memphis. Welcome to my world.

Memorial Day Madness!

Sorry for the late posts. Weird scenes inside the goldmine. More to come. Soon to follow.

Tootling the Multitudes...

This is the book that warped my twelve year old head when it came out in 1968. This & the Beatles' White album probably did more to shape my world view than any Civics class in Jr. High. What an education. Tom Wolfe's prose galvanized me with the history of the Sixties counter-culture as parlayed by Ken Kesey & his band of Merry Pranksters. What was amazing at the time was that the Sixties weren't even over yet. This seemed like current events in Wolfe's reporting. Many people found this style of "new journalism" to be a passing fad, but I've read this book almost annually, & still find it fresh & crisply written. This & Hunter S. Thompson's output from the same period have become the standard for reporting in almost any medium, so obviously they were doing something right. You decide. Should be taught in every creative writing class.

Word for the day...

Miss Gooseberry recommends:
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(Thanks to "."!)

We're still in the construction phase. Hopefully, more material will be added in the days ahead. Thanks for your patience, & remember these are your tax dollars at work.

Just what the world needs, another damn blog.