I’ve been working on these when I’m not shoveling, I should start on the CD’s next, but I don’t think I can face them yet. They might have to wait until next winter. No, I don’t want to hear about how much music you have on your tiny MP3.
and the sun sets.
When we are old, we will remember this winter. We will hear young people complain of the cold, and we will grab them and tell them they don’t know cold. We’ll talk about “back in January of ’14, we really had it hard.” We’ll be those old coots who never shut up about the old days. We will be able to say we survived the winter of 2013-2014. We will exaggerate. We are strong. We can handle it. And spring will be that much more precious, when it comes. If it ever comes.
Yesterday morning, Mark and I got up bright and early and sold our wares at the Electronics Expo in Farmington. We were busy, this is the only photo I took all day.
But then, at night, we got to celebrate the life of a friend, Bootsey X. Bootsey was a Detroit punk rock icon who died late last year, of brain cancer. Bootsey (Bob Mulooney) was 59. Mark knew Bob from way back in his Schoolcraft College days, when they discovered a common interest in music. Last night a huge memorial concert/party was thrown at the Tangent Gallery/Hastings Ballroom in Detroit. We got to see so many faces we haven’t seen in years, it was a great send off! Here I got to match my feet with Boot’s shoes.
Sister Dynamite lives up to her name.