"THE DPJ" - Part Two
I NEVER KNEW WHAT IT WAS CALLED. I know that he identified it at least once, but how do you write down that title if you're clueless how it's spelled...or even remember at all?
Yes, my friend had unknowingly sent me the closing theme to a radio show I had listened to, and loved, a full generation earlier (in the 1986 to 1989 era...it continued a while after that with somebody else, but Brent was the "really good host"). OK,
It's STILL like this happened YESTERDAY, though it happened three years ago.
My two sisters are entirely peripheral to the story, but they ARE brought into it. Embellishment, I guess.
Meanwhile, when I let my mind take THESE kind of trips, that doesn't help me catch up with old emails. And, no, NO unusual substances involved here...in fact I'm also half starving, been so busy I didn't even eat today except OJ and a candy bar.
(This duplicates a thread which I made a few days ago, but which has fallen into oblivion. I'm currently trying to figure out how to make this blog display. So far it seems to go nowhere, though I already posted it...I'll try again.)
I was en route to the JUB meet in San Antonio, still three days in the future.
This is not the first time I've been pleasantly surprised by something that happened to me in Mississippi. In my experiences, Mississippi seems more likely
This continues my blog from a couple weeks ago. Monday and Tuesday (March 20, 21) were largely business days; I spent about fourteen hours those two days going through records. Monday afternoon I went over to the house of one of my customers, met his wife, and we just talked about stuff. Later Monday evening I briefly met another of my music customers. I stayed at Tom's house again as well, and hugged Tom goodbye Tuesday morning as I knew I'd likely not see him again this trip.
I have now been on the road for more than nine days. I sit in Toronto, 750 miles from home, as I write this. Aside from some pitfalls, this trip has been a great one for the social creature that I am, and the first trip I've made where I am meeting more people who I've met on the Internet.
The trip started out by me being stood-up. I left Friday night/10th, staying in S.W. suburban Chicago, planning to meet somebody who I've been talking to online since December. We have yet