Sigh ... but I still sometimes enjoy the music.

In my day and place at the time, that like as not often meant Ted Nugent practicing feedback.
Ya get what ya pay for ...

A month from now, Gerard's work will be gone forever. Enjoy the Archives while you may.
And bless Neo for her work in keeping his spirit and works alive as long as she did.
I still miss Ol' Remus' works; soon American Digest goes on the list as well.

Damn! Can't get through a celebration without some crazy going crazy. Not going to be able to say anything even close to pleasant or family-friendly other than may God rest the souls of those wanting nothing more than to celebrate in NO.

We hadn't had any significant snow since last winter. A light dusting a month or so ago but that was gone shortly after falling. Set a new record for latest snowfall. But it started last night just past midnight and is still coming down as I write this. Weather site says it will continue until tomorrow morning.

May you all have a happy 2025 and may America rise once again from the flames of "them".

Something different than Auld Lang Syne
Found in what must have been my great-grandmother's belongings.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox circa 1909

Mortal:
"The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;
Who is it knocking at my door?"

The New Year:
"I am Good Cheer."

Mortal:
"Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.
What seek you here?"

The New Year:
"Friend, let me in; my name is Hope."

Mortal:
"And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless. Pass on."

The New Year:
"Nay, open wide the door; I am Success."

Mortal:
"But I am ill and spent with pain; too late has come your wealth. I cannot use it."

The New Year:
"Listen, friend; I am Good Health."

Mortal:
"Now, wide I fling my door. Come in, and your fair statements prove."

The New Year:
"But you must open, too, your heart, for I am Love."

The new Burpee catalog has arrived.