9 yards long

Same song different verse, “In Texas killin’ time ain’t no crime,” and for all its assets, the Web has never really yielded up resource notes for that one song. 1974 album, that’s about it. And killing time in Ft. Worth was fun. My accent gets a real workout, and by the end of the day, 9 yards long

It was the usual comedy routine

I spent a portion of Saturday morning, herding my father [hereinafter referred to as Pa Wetzel] off to the airport, so he could rejoin his girlfriend [Ma Wetzel] in Colorado. It was the usual comedy routine, trying to get him out the door, or pulling up the departure gate, “My bag! I forgot my bag!” It was the usual comedy routine

a project we’re working on

I had an e-mail or two with that Gemini, and a late night phone call, about a project we’re working on. Going to be interesting. I’ll have the first round of documents up in the next couple of days, when I get back from the wilds of Northeast Texas. Last night, it was off to a project we’re working on

Morning show

Morning show: love it. I think I like radio life. Good: Don’t have to shower [except that we’re stuck in tiny studio together]. Better: Don’t have to dress [not like I do, anyway]. Best: the station was doing a Krispy Kreme Doughnut remote, and the producer showed back up with two boxes of doughnuts. I’m Morning show

I was loading up the CD changer

I was loading up the CD changer, and I was wishing that some of Wagner’s Ring Cycle, next month in Seattle, was less than 4 CDs in length. The first part of the cycle, that first opera, as it turns out, is. Only two, I’d forgotten. It’s the little things that bring happiness. For some I was loading up the CD changer

the Eagles in Dallas

What an amazing concert, the Eagles in Dallas, last Saturday. A real “supergroup,” and yet, for all the slick production value, the superstars all acted like humans. Joe Walsh did an old James Gang piece, and his introduction to that one piece shows that the old guy still has his chops. To the max. Got the Eagles in Dallas