today was a pretty decent day, all in all. No doubt about it. Have you ever been to Howard Hughes’ grave? Well, I have. Today. Yup, Pop and I went to the camera store and detoured through Glenmore Cemetery on Washington Ave. Very nice cemetery, I suppose if you gotta be dead,this is the place. Pop noted that they were still dead and didn’t take any of their money with them. I wonder about that, suppose any of them were buried with valuables like the Egyptians in the pyramids? Anyways, I’m getting ahead of myself.
First of all, last night could’ve been better than it was. SU and I had the house to ourselves and rented a movie, The Gospel, from the Red Box at McDonalds. Hey, after Derailed, ain’t no way I’m watching anything rated more than PG. So, I find this movie, guy grows up a pastors son, gets involved at church, gets burned, leaves church, returns. I’m thinking, hmm, sounds familiar, I’ll rent it. And it was okay, EXCEPT for the fact that it was a Red Box movie. Red Box movies suck. Period. Once again, I’ve no idea of the outcome because it was DEFECTIVE!
Kinda ruined the mood last night, if you get my drift. So today, SU and I get up and have coffee, then start the day. SU goes with SIL on an emergency trip (did I mention SIL purchased a house?) and I go by Pop’s and head downtown. Allen Parkway is blocked because of the Art Car Parade, so we detoured and went to Camera Co-op. Got what I needed and headed to Lankford’s, quite possibly the best hamburger place in the world. Then home for a nap and prepare for the lesson. Before I fell asleep, I finished Broken Prey. Wasn’t the best of the Davenport series, too many rabbit trails leading to nowhere.
SU got home around 5, we sat outside and enjoyed the awesome weather. I brought out this weeks gutiar, the Epiphone AJ-35 and strummed it while we talked. Have I mentioned I really like this guitar? Real thick neck, good tone. When the mosquito’s got too bad, we ended the conversation and went inside. Prior to SU making it home, I cleaned the pool, replaced one of the hoses on the robot and reset the timers. Lookin’ good!
Decided to go to Anderson Fair and catch Michael Troy. I’d never heard him but liked his lyrics. He was okay, pretty much a stereotypical folk singer. During a break, I walked outside and someone asked me if I’d ever heard him before. I explained that I hadn’t, but thought his lyrics were interesting. He then asked me what I thought and I said, well, I don’t think this is his best night. He laughed and said that he had talked to the guy before the show and this was his first show since undergoing treatment for his second occurrence of luekemia. So, okay, I’ll give the guy a break. He wasn’t bad, after all. I wish I was that bad. Anyways, it’s around 1 am now, so I’ll just say, literally, late.