Glen Campbell was one of my very first heroes, because “Rhinestone Cowboy” was my first favorite song. What a tremendous career! I’m glad that his mind is again his, and God be with his family and friends. RIP.
Two escapees from Three Springs, a juvenile prison in our area, murdered a construction worker at our neighborhood Publix on Monday. (They are now in custody.) If you are local and want to join a group seeking Three Springs’ closure, it’s right here.
I’m overdue for a #hsvhotwings review. Paul and I tried to go to Big Shake’s yesterday, but the wait looked to be at least 30 minutes. I may let that cool off for a month or so. Note that it is next to the Subway on Martin, and much closer to Wall-Triana than Zierdt. I don’t know how “Martin & Zierdt” has gotten traction, but it’s most of a mile west of that intersection.
Looks like it’s going to get crazy out there for eclipse glasses. There was so much traffic at the U.S. Space & Rocket Center this morning that I thought there was a celebrity appearance or something.
The grand $22 underwear review is in progress. It will probably be out next week sometime. Thankfully, it shall be completely devoid of photographs of me modeling the garment.
Only nine days until college football. Only sixteen until the first big Saturday.
IndyCar is at Pocono this weekend. If you want to see a genuinely entertaining spectacle with real race cars (225 mph) on the Tricky Triangle instead of the NASCAR snorefest, tune into NBC Sports Network at 1:30 CDT this Sunday.