Last week, at the request of my tens of readers, I began a blow-by-blow account of the heinous distemper that ambushed me last December and landed me in a hospital bed in one medical facility or another for ONE SOLID YEAR. And I'm still stuck in one today. For now.
The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I’ve seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me your door — Paul McCartney from ‘The Long and Winding Road” That was Wisconsin, that was yesterday Now I have nothing that I can keep ‘Cause every place I go […]
Did you steal it? Did you s me? Did you peel it? Did you do me? – The Who from “Did You Steal My Money?” Girls, girls, girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, girls, girls – Motley Crue from “Girls, Girls, Girls” Bob’s iconic Detroit-made Brooks leather jacket was gone, that much was certain, […]
Sure as the drive around Lake of the Isles is cool, I know (oh) Rock and roll will never die like the Minnehahaha flow (oh) Sure as the land of a thousand lakes is sometimes made of snow There will always be another king to lie buck-naked on the floor (oh) Rock and roll’s alive […]