Well it was Friday this morning, I’m pretty sure. This evening, I guess, it’s till Friday. What a day. Believe me I know what year it is and who the president is so I guess I survived another day. Although knowing what day it is probably the most relative as I doubt we’ll ever forget who the president is/was. I keep trying without success. Enough of that “old Crusty.”
On a much happier note- b flat. One of my favorite notes on the old slide trombone. There is so much to do in the next few days and I’ve abused my agenda so totally (all due to unexpected circumstances, right?) We won’t talk about lack of discipline, Thank You.
Yesterday I stopped at the GETTO bar in downtown Mesa. I don’t frequent it but I like to check it out every year or so. I’ve met some interesting characters there. Yesterday it was an elderly (about my age) Indian setting at the bar holding his came and sipping a brew. I think he’d been there longer than I planned to stay yet he wanted to talk about how things were changing on the reservation. It was really interesting – somewhat of a challenge, He kind of mumbled and I admit I don’t hear everything (a condition I think I’ll leave alone) Yet the pride he expressed was audible- It seems they are building housing for children with issues – be it learning problems, social problems or just not having a healthy atmosphere to grow in. It seems the tribe gave up on Federal help and are paying for it on their own. – Imagine that. Such a concept.
Whoops there I go again- It’s defiantly shower time followed very quickly by Nighty Night time.
I think if I ever own a bar I will name it The Diving Board, but the only letters in the sign that will light up would make it read
ReplyDeleteThe DIV BAR. Dive bar, diving board, get it? Maybe I need more coffee.