In a scene somewhat reminiscent of turning on the lights and playing a final song when closing down a bar, my grandmother’s visitation this afternoon ended with a rousing rendition of Steve Goodman’s Go Cubs Go.
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Cleaning out the house after my grandmother died a few days ago, my mom and aunts discovered she was in a play in high school. I was amused to find this Indiana humor (“Mama’s Baby Boy” written by Charles George in 1933, performed in 1953, also in small-town Indiana).
Cardinals baseball on the radio, wafts of a high school football game in the distance, a crackling bonfire, cicadas and crickets. It’s the late summer Friday evening soundtrack of St. Louis.
Cardinals’ offense shows up for Waino and Yadi’s night. #stlcards
🍳🌽🍞🌶🍋 Next cast-iron experiment: jalapeño-lime cornbread.
📚 Found “Mapping America”, a new book, at @SLCL this morning. Got through a couple chapters so far.
In my pile of sheet music, I found a mediocre counterpoint composition I did in my first music theory course as a college freshman. I also found some schedules and grades, so I can tell you I was failing at it mid-semester but must’ve pulled out a passing grade.
“We are expected to send our kids off into God knows what, to work our jobs and live our lives like nothing’s wrong, and to hold it all together for months and maybe now for years without ever seeing a way out.”
— Dan Sinker in The Atlantic
I’m not into “the pop” as the kids say, but Lorde’s new album is a pretty pleasant listen!
To paraphrase Michael Scott: “It takes a big man to admit when he was wrong, and I am that big man.”