Don Rickles has died at 90, and what a tremendously funny person he was. Thank you, sir. RIP. (To remember him, you can do much worse than watch this compilation.)
Not much of a motorsports weekend—Easter rarely is—but there is an F1 race. Unfortunately it’s at 10 Sunday morning, and I haven’t been able to talk Lea into sunrise service. Probably I’ll DVR it, forget about it, and erase it in two months when I see it occupying space I need.
As longtime readers know I do try to keep my Thursday miscellanea posts politics-free, and though it’s hard for me to believe anyone would consider Robert Bentley’s misadventures at all controversial, I shall honor the intent of the post series and refrain from making any additional comment here about what a sorry, despicable, morally bankrupt sack of shit former Alabama governor Robert Bentley is.
My younger son advises me that I’m finally saying HOW BOW DAH with the proper stress and inflection. You know, so I’m one of those cool dads who’s all over what these kids are saying these days. HOW BOW DAH? See? HOW BOW DAH? Can’t you hear it in your mind’s ear?
I am really digging the new Greg Kihn Band album Rekihndled! What a fun record. If you’re hungry for some straight-ahead rock ‘n’ roll, check it out.
I’ve tiptoed back into reading for pleasure (again). There are so many classics I haven’t read that I want to. I’m going to try to spend 50% of my time with them—every other title.
Spontaneously, I had an interesting lunch today. Watch for a review tomorrow.