Lake Anchovy has drained away. The snow is gone. Today was beautiful. I hereby declare bbq season open at Anchovy World Headquarters. I took the winter cover off our Green Egg, found the charcoal chimney I had stashed in the shed back in the fall, and fired it up.
Spring.
A train song a day keeps the doctor away….
Here’s Merle Travis
Today we’re celebrating guitar pickers. Next up is Duane Eddy
Randy Bachman shows how it’s done
Finally, here’s Chet Atkins’ take on it…
I posted a while back about trying a chayote, also known as a cho cho. My friend JA over at Gardening in Toronto has found an interesting use for them.
…is City of New Orleans, performed by the late Steve Goodman, who also wrote the song.
Almost every day, somebody lands on this here island in the sun after searching “Long Toes.”
Long toes I tell you. Long toes. OK Mister Long toes, drop a comment and say hi. Glad to have you aboard.
Here’s an outfit called City Holler performing the old Flatt & Scruggs tune, Bringin in that Georgia Mail.
Attack Ads. Attack ads bug me. Enough, ok?
I really dislike getting phone calls that turn out to be recorded messages. If the call is for a product, I go out of my way to not buy that product. This week, I’ve received two recorded calls from my MPP. I hung up the first time after taking note of whose recorded voice was calling me. The second time, tonight, I stayed on the line just long enough to find out that I could participate by phone on some kind of live session about the provincial budget. Guess what? We’re having a provincial election and my MPP lost my vote by calling me twice with recorded messages. It was just that easy. I may have voted for her but she blew the mission.
Note to politicians: if you want to lose my vote, have a recorded message call me. To drive a nail in the coffin, do it at dinner time just to make sure I don’t forget. Look, if you want to talk to me, feel free to give me a call personally or drop by the house. I always have a few minutes to talk to people running for office. Convince me to vote for you. Maybe I will. Maybe I have preconceived ideas about these things, but try to convince me. You might just succeed. But if some daft communications guy on your campaign comes up with the bright annoying and disrespectful idea of auto-calling constituents, just say NO.
I might add that I never ever buy anything from telemarketers or donate to any charity over the phone. For charities, I give them a fighting chance. I suggest they send me something with details about the organization and I’ll consider it. Almost without exception they tell me they can’t do that. Too bad. I don’t really mind getting the odd call from telemarketers because it helps me make choices. If I need duct cleaning or windows or whatever it is, I know who not to call.
There, I feel better now. What bugs you?
Today’s train song of the day is Texas Eagle performed by Steve Earle and the Del McCoury Band. This is from 1998. What great chemistry!
Here’s the late U. Utah Phillips, the Golden Voice of the Great Southwest.
Railroading on the Great Divide, nothing around me but the Rockies and sky….
27th Street 