Still Waiting

I have been a fan of Rock and Roll since the early 50's. I remember that when I lived in Mount Vernon I had a radio in my room and at night I could listen to Rock and Roll from Cleveland and Buffalo, two hotbeds of early RnR. When I started to earn money I began to buy records. i started with 45's and graduated to albums. At some point I probably had 5 or 600 albums. Then one day I heard about 8 track tapes. I am all in favor of new technology so I put an 8 track in my car and started buying 8 tracks recordings. Of course, I didn't only by new tapes, I also bought copies of many of the albums that I already owned. Then a couple of years later cassette players came out. These were smaller and more importantly you could advance them to the song that you wanted to hear. They gabe the listener much better control, so of course I started by cassettes and once again I started duplicating records and 8 tracks that I already owned. I had 3 of the same album and probably had 399 titles in triplicate. I felt really stupid buying the same thing over and over again, but if I wanted to listen to the music I liked there was no other choice. And then one day CD's came out. Hey, screw them, they are not going to get me to buy the fourth copy of something. I am smarter than that. I decided to wait for the next "newest, greatest way to listen to music".  That was probably 20 years ago and in that time I have probably bought less than 50 CDs. I am still waiting for the new technology.

P.S. My ex-wife, Bonnie, still has about 300 of my original collection of records and now claims that they are hers.

Words To Live By

Everything happens for a reason but sometimes that reason is that you are stupid and make bad decisions.

I Just Don't Get It

Exactly what is the idea of being tattooed? Is it to desecrate your body as much as possible? Is it to put so much ink on your body, like your arms, for instance so that they look dirty from a distance. My good friend Sal has a couple of tattoos. The first one he got was on his bicep. It says MOM. As he tells it if he hadn't put that there and had come home with a tattoo his mother, or father would have beat the crap out of him. He put "MOM" in the heart for self protection. I met Sal in 1974 and shortly after that he got his second tattoo of a parrot on his forearm. I hate tattoos, but somehow I really liked this one. To this day it looks fresh and clean. Then when tattoos became all the rage he was driven to getting a new one. This time it is on his calve and is of a panther clawing his leg. He thought it was very cool, until I showed him a waitress with the same design. That took a lot of wind out of his sails. Back in the day, the idea of a tattoo was to separate yourself from others. Today the idea is to be like the others.

Hey Where Have You Been and Why Am I Back

A gambler calls his bookie every day for 25 consecutive days to place a bet on a basketball game. He loses all 25. The 26th day he calls the bookmaker, who by this time is starting to feel sorry for the player. The bookie says, "Why not do something to try to change your luck? Why not bet on Hockey?"
"Hockey?" replies the player, "What do I know about Hockey?"