Thursday, December 13, 2007
Ike Turner passed away yesterday. I put on this album. It's a great album but it never fails to be just music, knowing what we do about their marriage.
Christmas shopping began yesterday. I've been without a check card for a week now since The Sunshine Lady lost it. Waiting on the replacement bites. I don't like to carry cash around as I was mugged once. True story.
So I opened up a new bank account at a bank I can actually get to, and bought one of those Visa gift cards. It's a passable solution.
Yesterday: 78 degrees. Blue sky. Lunch on the patio at Miller's.
Sipping tea, a tall, burly middle-aged man comes over to introduce himself. Tells me his oldest son, his boy, is T3-5. Meaning, his son broke the 3rd through 5th vertebrae. I'm C3-4. So we chatted our traumas up. His son flipped a convertible, rolled it. "We washed red clay from his skull," he said. He was obviously getting broken up, talking about it. He punched me softly a few times in the shoulder. "He tells me, 'Dad, I'm fine.'"