Ichabod

Ok, since it seems that everyone is posting pictures of their cat, here is a shot of Ichabod, our kitty.
We got him from my sister-in-law who found him on the parking lot at her office. At that time, he was nothing but ears, hence the name, Ichabod after Ichabod Crane. He also had a dandy case of ringworm that we all promptly got. However, that was 13 years ago and all is forgiven. He is a very mellow cat that puts up with all kinds of bullshit from our dog with dignity and an aplomb worthy of a prince. He is getting old and his patience is growing shorter but he is still the first to welcome me when my feet hit the floor in the morning and when I return from a business trip. I hope he sticks around for a few more years.

OK, So I Live Under a Rock

I just discovered a singer that channels Diane Washington, Billy Holiday and about three dozen others. Not bad considering she is 19 years old. Her name is Renee Olstead and she completely knocks my socks off. I could listen to her sing "Sunday Kind of Love" for hours. Yeah, yeah, I know, you guys are hip and have been listening to her for years but I am a musical caveman.

For a taste, go to www.reneeolstead.com . You won't be sorry. How come chicks like this don't show up on American Idol instead of the freak show they get now?

James Brown's body lies a-moldering.....Somewhere.

James Brown is dead and likely to remain so. However, his big gold coffin is still not buried. Why, you might ask. Do they lack the proper permits? Are they waiting to see if he will rise again, even though it has been way past the customary three days? None of the above. His survivors, who are apparently numerous enough to fully inhabit the Gobi Desert, can't decide where to plant the poor guy. C'mon, folks. Can't we all just get along? Flip a coin, play a few hands of Three Card Monte, something but work it out. Embalming fluid doesn't last forever.