I'm going to look like this if I keep eating as I have been lately. I ordered so much food at the sushi restaurant on Friday night, I couldn't finish. Yesterday, I went to breakfast with my old college roommate and his wife and had the Grand Slam (not really). Last night, it was hot dogs and beans with my mother. Today, we are going to eat with her across the street neighbors. I have lunch with some kids from the factory on Tuesday at TooJays, a Jewish deli styled restaurant that serves mighty big portions. I''ll try to fit in a lunch with Travis on Wednesday, and Thursday night I have drinks and dinner with the gymroids. I'll try to get a burger in with CC on Friday.
I'll need statins.
The photo at the top of the page could be my relatives. But they are not. This is a photo Tennessee sent me from his home state last night. He was on a train heading to a rodeo, I think. These were simply people living by the railroad tracks, partying, and having a good time, flags a-flying.
(in the voice of James Fitzpatrick)
"Now we travel to the hills of Tennessee where we'll meet the natives of the land as they perform a tribal ritual known as Memorial Day. They are a simple but happy people."
The fate of these hillbillies is unclear, though. They are as endangered as the natives of the Brazilian rain forest. Everyone is moving to Tennessee. It is the new North Carolina, the newest haven for people fleeing The Sunshine State. NC, it seems, has priced out. Tennessee is far less expensive. T has a hundred acres overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains just off the Nantahala River. He is building homes there now, and everybody wants one. The state of Tennessee is scary in some respects, but it is still Kentucky Lite. Don't get me wrong, though. There are plenty of meth heads and militia types who don't want no government people nosing around their grow houses, revenuers as they were once called. I don't think you'd want to go snooping around for mushrooms in the woods surrounding this house. Nope.
Still, Big Money rules, and once the building begins, there will be no stopping it. It is happening in Montana, too, I read. Ted Turner has bought up half the state of New Mexico. I should have listened to Ili long ago. She wanted to buy a place in Santa Fe or Taos. Now, Hollywood has taken over and land prices are rising through the roof.
Where in the fuck does all the money come from? I'll be living back with my hillbilly relatives soon.
There are many ways to be happy, I guess.
Flags are flying around my neighborhood in tribute to the men and women who have served their country. No, that is not correct. I looked it up. It is to honor those "who have fallen." That's a euphemism. They didn't just fall. War is a horrible thing and it is raging around the globe. It will never end. It's what people have always done and continue to do, and technology has made it worse.
But I don't want to dwell on that. As I walked through the grocery store yesterday, I heard a song I hadn't heard in a million years, and I struggled to place it. I thought it was Carley Simon, but I was wrong. I Googled it when I got home. Simply Red. I searched YouTube. Jesus. The guy is still performing the song 40 years later. I was going to post it here, but now it seems too pathetic.
So. . . since I erroneously posted my unofficial start to the summer song last week (and that was a good one), I'll post a summer song here today. There were many to choose from, but, you know. . . I'm a sweet and gentle boy, and so. . . .
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