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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Understood. The earth has gotten so much smaller and easy to share trade secrets when big companies swallow up the smaller ones. My old college flame also bought a Ford Fusion she still has and loves it. Says it feels very solid and is very dependable on maintenance.


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Unfortunately, I got one of the very first of the redesigned Fusions and it had so many recalls on it, it was kind of crazy. So I paid it off, drove it for a year for free, then did my lease. I still miss it, but I was afraid I might break down somewhere. Probably an unfounded fear.

But, speaking of cars, I just brought home a new lease from Honda. Opted for a Civic Hatchback this time, which kind of takes me full circle since a 1984 Civic Hatchback was the first new car I ever owned. The one I have now is pretty cute, and it has a nice cargo area for hauling gear. I put gear in it today for the first time. Yay for gigs.

Farmer's market gig was better than I expected. I thought we'd be under a popup, but here was the stage. Not too shabby:

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On my automotive front, the old boat-hauler ('87 Mazda B2000, inherited from my father) passed inspection, but before winter, needs water pump/timing belt replacement, new radiator, coolant system flush, have the engine degreased and dye put in the oil so leaks may be spotted with UV light and repaired (never heard of this excellent method before). My daily driver is an '03 Avalon - solid and leak-free. :cool:
Since the rumor of 2-3 inches of rainfall wasn't happening as of this afternoon, I got out and mowed the front fields with the old '47 Ford 8N (another inheritance from my father). I love riding around on a machine that's older than I am. :)
Prepared roast chicken, steamed asparagus w/butter, creamy garlic pasta shells for dinner with perfectly ripened pawpaw for dessert. The needed truck repairs got my grump going a bit, the nice dinner helped. Chillin' with some Genesis is also helping...
 


That's some mastery there.

Johnny Carson. Now that's close to home. Literally. My first house in Burbank was no more than two blocks walk from the studio where it was shot. My next place in (technically) Toluca Lake meant a drive downtown takes me past the studios. IIRC it was Alemeda and a soft left on Olive. That's just where the studio is. K that's my memory, it was early-mid-80s. What happens when you take the soft left is it is not enough of a turn for the car to disengage the turn signal.

Burbank jokes are a Carson staple and this is what I got one night in front of the teevee - Carson says in Burbank you can see all the old people driving down Olive with their left turn signal on. And I'm OMG he's talking about me :rollno:
 
Even more amazing when you consider that in 1966, Steve Winwood was all of 17 years old. He co-wrote the song. He joined the Spencer Davis Group at 14.

Here’s how to play the key riff. So good.


Just realized that we were always playing this song in the wrong key. We played in "E" and it should have been played in "G". Well... it is a little late now to go back and fix.
 
I's rat cheer! An' I's kindly humane, ... most times. Saturday's Bluegrass Jam day, unless the flooding in Texas goes down enough to go "say goodbye" to my mother-in-law in her final days. Been trying to go for a few days now, at her nurse's behest, but it's a mess with their unscheduled monsoon, named Imelda! Actually, Mrs. Dog feels we've been saying "goodbye" for years, due to deteriorating health, since even before she stopped recognizing all her children. Sunday's the weekly church gig, which is always uplifting, and certainly needed.
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Flooding was slow to run off, but the sun shone bright on Saturday. So we used official State Highway Map websites to avoid closed roads and made our way to see my mother-in-law. I missed the Bluegrass Jam but, hey, ... priorities. Too late, she passed just before we got there. So, with the rest of her family, we set about planning the celebration of her life. She had, herself, already selected, and paid for, most of the arrangements! We cried, we laughed, we hugged and cried some more, and laughed much more. Of course, she was a dedicated and loving mother. But, she was also an equally loving mother-in-law who put all those jokes to shame.

Today's church gig held an extra meaning for me. My MIL was a lifelong Sunday School teacher and choir member at her church. Today I felt she visited mine, again. This time, though, she didn't leave a hearing aid in the pew, as she did last time. ;)
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Just realized that we were always playing this song in the wrong key. We played in "E" and it should have been played in "G". Well... it is a little late now to go back and fix.

I’ve heard similar comments before about this song. People say, we’re playing it wrong. Maybe Steve played it differently over the years. People tend to lower key as they age and can’t hit the higher notes.
 
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