That is JZ stopping for a half-sack of Michelob on the way home. Otherwise the photo means nothing. He still likes to hang out at the horrid old folks home called “Hooligans”. I’ve got him talked into trying a new place when I make that eighty-mile round trip for the new bass amp tomorrow.
Okay, it may be feasting time. The lady with the teen products has connected with Art, and they seem to get along grandly. This is the business that makes the cell phone covers teamed up with Art, the Internet programmer that needs to know everything in advance. She called today to say thanks and remind me of the standing invitation to dinner, a situation that still smacks of partnership. I don’t do partnerships.I had to take the newly refurbished bicycle for a spin. True, I did call it maintenance before today, but the condition of the unit is like new so saying it was routine isn’t fair. The responsible shop is (again) Lee’s Locksmith, on Federal Hwy, in Hollywood, Florida. First class all the way, this shop does top-notch work. The bike is a treat to ride and JZ reports he is going to get his unit fixed up. We shall see, for there is a country singer chick in the Gables this Saturday and he wants to go slobber over her. Taylor Dane, I think he said. Who?
We will likely park a half mile away and ride in, which I say is another uncalculated savings of a bicycle. It is revolting to realize the main reason for parking fees in this area (with thousands of acres of flat nothing) is that somebody is doing it just to screw you and parking is the best idea they can come up with. Two guys like us save more per hour than Florida minimum wage, which is at least a large component of the said uncalculated figure. I think minimum wage is around $6.35 per hour in Florida.
Ah, another of those perfect Florida days as long as you don’t have to be outside in the afternoon. My student didn’t show, giving me all day to complete a few nagging searches for information. Before suggesting I have too much time, look up the “rock” video somebody made of Hitler. They took clips of his speeches to make like he is singing “Born to be Alive”. Hilarious, I have to admit.
It was quiet and we wound up watching old documentary footage on YouTube. I did find a replacement for my Ampeg, a pre-amp model name of Hartke. I’m not familiar with the brand, but it sells new for $700 and I got it a year old for $100. That is, in S. Miami tomorrow, a seventy mile round trip but JZ and I have decided to hang out, go chasing women, make nuisances of ourselves. This Hartke has high ratings and weighs just eleven pounds. Now, to find some lighter speakers that don’t lack bass punch. (In the end, I never used this amp much, preferring my old Ampeg.)
“Son of Rambow” was the free movie, and again the only theater in the Oakwood complex that was packed. It is about a kid from some fundamental religious sect (“The Brethren”) who gets corrupted when another kid leaves a Rambo movie on the VCR. It is a foreign movie with too many deep and conflicting themes to be a kid flick, but it was mercifully free of divorcees and fruit loops. Low budget but fewer hang-ups about showing seductive younger women. I identified with the kid, how the upbringing deprived him of any freedom of choice. There was a happy ending, of sorts. The plot was too obviously written by unimaginative adults for children. Wait for the rerun.
Don’t you wish Florida could force a happy ending? When Wallace sent me the Fedex package y’day, he wrote my phone number on the packing slip. It is not his fault, I know how insistent the Fedex people can get. By noon today I have begun to receive robotic telemarketing calls—remember, my unlisted number is virgin territory. Fortunately for the good of all, I know exactly how to deal with telemarketers, in this instance 305-896-5854.
What have I got for trivia today? Okay. Did you know a bottle of champagne contains 65 million bubbles? How do they get them to stay still long enough to be counted?
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