I depend heavily on the music of Steve Goodman and his reputed attitude towards life. I can even forgive that he was a Cubs fan. Goodman was a short man, but never let that get him down. Anyhow, according to a story related by Steve Martin, one thing Goodman would routinely do was find taller women to dance with because that put his head at just the right height to be nestled between boobage. And that made him happy. (It was pre #metoo)
I don’t know why I relate this story, other than to note that you make the best of whatever life deals you. And I’m trying. Like Warren Zevon told Letterman, from a recent Peggy Noonan column:
“Every year at this time I think of two things. One is what the musician Warren Zevon said on the “Late Show With David Letterman.” I watched it, live, in 2002. Zevon was dying of mesothelioma, and Mr. Letterman asked how his illness had changed him. Zevon’s answers suggested he’d come to feel awe for the barely noticed gifts we’re given each day. “From your perspective now,” Mr. Letterman asked, “Do you know something about life and death that maybe I don’t know now?” Mr. Zevon answered: “I know how much you’re supposed to enjoy every sandwich.””
Anyway, I’m rambling, as I’m wont to do on chemo days, so I’ll stop wasting your time.
Styx recorded up the alley from my house at a place called Pumpkin Studios. They’d occasionally go up to the park nearby to shoot hoops and blow off steam. It was a neat thing to know as a kid.
There is no such thing, when you’re talking about your personal reality, vs. some Imagined/Speculated/Promised Audio Device. Argued about and angsted over as if it were a matter of life and death, when often, the friggin’ thing doesn’t even exist yet.
That’s pretty cool. Fitzgerald’s is the place!! When I talk to older New Orleans musicians (in New Orleans), they have all played Fitzgerald’s. Always credit him for helping their careers in a significant way. You know he’s been trying to sell for a while.
Dude, seriously, post whatever you want. My sis (during her fight with cancer) spent a ton of time on some web communities and I know they helped her deal a bunch at the time (she didn’t make it ). It’s good to have an outlet that isn’t your immediate family/friends. It’s natural to not want to put EVERYTHING on them. If we’re helping, keep posting. As for looking like a hobo, I was in the same state for a year and a half with my neck injury…don’t underestimate not giving a f@k
Hey now, let’s not get too personal in this thread.
Life long “Northsider’s” fan here, whose motto has always been, “wait 'till next year”. (I grew up in Northwest Indiana.) Pitchers and catchers reporting to AZ and FL time is just around the corner!
We took the time to spend a day running around Chicago during our Christmas time back up north via the “L”, CTA buses and Uber. Had a nice time in Wrigleyville while we there visiting the Christkindlmarket they set up just outside the gates of the ball park. Also spent way too much time shopping for “ugly Christmas sweaters” at the Ragstock thrift shop on N. Milwaukee.
Great town, Chicago.
Good luck with the current round of Chemo and bounce back soon.
I managed to keep down a whole turkey sandwich (split between dinner time and now) and a Hostess cherry snack pie tonight (I wish they still had blueberry). Small (literally) victory. I guess I had a pouch of blueberry-applesauce right after chemo. Yes, I’m basically eating baby food. Ha ha ha ha.
Thanks for the encouragement. One week and maybe three more days of nausea. Lol.
I am partial to those “all natural” Hostess Chocolate snack pies myself. Soooo nutritious! Hard to find these days…wonder if they are not being made anymore…?
Once they got relaunched, the variety went down a lot. Apple and Cherry and occasionally lemon. I miss peach and blueberry. Especially blueberry.
I think the Krispy Kreme pies CAN be better, but the quality varies a lot more. Chocolate pies are out there, as are banana cream, but you have to get odd brands.