I can totally relate. No Kings….
Author: fish1964
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Proud Papa
Our daughter Danielle graduate from Georgetown last weekend.
The night before, we attended the Senior Ball, a swanky affair at Union Station.
It was a wonderful weekend. We are so proud of her.
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A Tree Falls in Brooklyn
Nothing profound, just a half block away. Thankfully missed the parked cars…
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The First 100 Days
Obviously via the New Yorker..
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End of an Era
I retired at the end of last year, but we had a lease on my WeWork office until the end of April. So I finally cleaned it out.
I spent over ten years in a Brooklyn WeWork somewhere (Dumbo and Brooklyn Heights). WeWork served me very well, all jokes about the original founder aside.
The last one even had a decent view…
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San Juan Pelicans
A group of them were fishing. So much fun to watch.
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Beclowned
This word seems to be having a resurgence lately. I see it everywhere. Couldn’t have anything to do with our current president…
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Kevin Drum RIP
I think?
If you follow the blog closely, Kevin Drum is an old school political blogger. His politics match mine quite well. And he’s been blogging forever, in the old school way where you learn about his family, interests, etc.
He’s been fighting health issues for a long time. Things seemed up and down. His last blog post was titled Health Update (as he often does) and the first sentence was “Everything is getting worse”.
I enjoy his posts so the fact that this was five days ago was concerning. I searched his name on Bluesky and found this:
Mi cuñato is gone. Several of you may know him. He was a Dem blogger that wrote for Political Animal & Mother Jones. The guy that started Friday Cat-Blogging, Kevin Drum.My partner’s older brother. Bless you, Kevin 🐈 🪽 🏵️
— Lonely Doll 💛🐝💜= 🪷 (@lonelydoll.bsky.social) 2025-03-08T00:40:29.679ZCuñato means brother in law.
Life is short, enjoy it.
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Are we the bad guys?
This was really bad…
The president of the United States ambushed a loyal ally, presumably so that he can soon make a deal with the dictator of Russia to sell out a European nation fighting for its very existence.
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My Cheeks Hurt
An odd statement, but trying to play trumpet after many, many years means building up long unused muscles. And these are small cheek muscles. Think of how you feel after smiling too long and multiply by ten.
So with my new horn I’m practicing a lot because it’s fun, but man I’m feeling it. I’m literally massaging my cheeks.
It reminds me of my circus days. A million years ago (ok, 1989) I played trumpet for Ringling Brothers circus. Most days you do 2 shows. Some days you do 3. Some weekends you do a “6 pack”, two 3 show days in a row. For trumpet players in the circus, that’s really hard.
I did a tour of Japan in ’89 and we had three trumpet players who had not worked for the circus before. The first time we had to do a six pack, after the last show, the clowns had a cooler of cold beer waiting for us. I can tell some crazy clown stories, but that was really nice.
None of the trumpet players actually drank the beer right away, we all grabbed an ice cold can and pressed it up against our lips. It felt so good.
Anyway, it’s fun getting back in trumpet shape again. No six packs in my future…
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