Week in Review – May 24, 2020

“A Different Kind of Birthday”

Monday was an exciting day for me.  The 2 week leg surgery follow up appointment went very well.  Dr. Haslam was pleased to see good signs of the bones healing – apparently unusual at this juncture.  He removed the staples from the incision and it’ll be much smoother for me to shower now.  Next appointment is a month from now and I can put 25% weight on the leg until then.

Whew – it was good to get that behind me and feel that I’m on the mend again.  Since I was over in Frisco I decided to try a visit to Taco Deli for lunch.  I was the only person at a typically very packed restaurant.  The only option was to park and order online for delivery to the parking space – so I worked through that seemingly overly complicated process.  When my lunch was delivered to Penelope (enjoying her first outing in weeks) I learned that I could eat on the nice outdoor patio.   What a treat this was – the tacos tasted much better than I remember – amazing what deprivation does to desire.  The menu was a subset of normal and the “Space Cowboy” mushroom taco was not available.  Not to worry, lots of other good options.  All the tacos are very simple but quality, fresh ingredients really make these outstanding.

Tuesday was shaping up to be another exciting day – I had a haircut scheduled in the afternoon.  After an all morning work strategy session – you know how those can be – Penelope and I headed over to the Boardroom at Watters Creek.  We were foiled – the folks inside told me that they didn’t open until Wednesday and some appointments had been accepted in error online.

We repeated the process on Wednesday with success.  The Boardroom had a good system down – temperature check on arrival, followed by mandatory hand washing and then utilizing every other chair.  Check out these before and after shots – I might have lost a couple of inches.

While I was messing around with my haircut, Diana was undergoing a root canal.  It seems to have gone very well and she got the permanent crown installed on Thursday.  Such a process in the best of times.

Diana surprised me with an early Birthday gift on Wednesday evening – an excellent John Prine piano music book.  I’ve been working my way through a couple of his classics during extended conference calls.

I believe it was on Wednesday night when Diana came across this camo moth on the patio.  A bit intimidating with its 4 inch wingspan and coloring.  A quick search reveals this to be Eumorpha pandorus, the Pandora sphinx moth, first discovered in America in 1821.  Thank goodness it’s harmless and not some new strain of dangerous bug.

Diana had been telling me for several days to be ready for virtual Happy Hour with her girlfriends at 6pm on Friday.  I was a bit confused about why it was necessary for me to be there, but we have to compromise to keep the peace in these times, so I was ready to go on time.  This is the Zoom screen that greeted me – not the girlfriends.

What a lovely surprise – a collection of our friends from around the country AND Gordy and Ed from the Band of Heathens.  From left to right and top to bottom we have:  Damon and daughters in Philadelphia, Alicia in Arroyo Grande, D and K in McKinney, Ed in Austin, Anne in New Orleans, Vince and Lori at their cabin in the Adirondacks (with a huge Moose head behind), Patty and Brent in Corning, NY, Gordy in Austin, Kris and Cat in Del Mar, Adamo, Amy, Frankie , Massimo and Luciano in Pacifica, and Brad and Jocelyn in Austin.

We were all treated to 45 minutes of excellent music.  This was a birthday gift to Alicia and me from Diana.  What a treat!  I enjoyed watching Alicia discussing the first time she saw the band with Gordy and explaining that she went straight home and learned “Hurricane”.  That was a risk I took that paid off – I took Diana and Alicia on a surprise outing to see the Band of Heathens at Love and War in Texas.  It was over 100 degrees on a Sunday afternoon and I wasn’t sure that Alicia would appreciate either the heat or the music.  Fortunately she loved the music and bought a t-shirt at the end of the show as a souvenir.  Whew!  Here’s a video of the Zoom screen as Gordy and Ed shared “Abraham, Mark and John” – an excellent song from their cover of Ray Charles “A Message From the People” album.  The hand off from Gordy to Ed is very smooth.

We hadn’t had much time to chat during the private concert and so jumped on another Zoom after that.  We were able to introduce some of our friends to others that they hadn’t met before – always fun.

Birthday Saturday rolled around like another day at home on crutches does.  I did take McD out to Taco Deli in the morning and we enjoyed our first meal out in over 2 months on their patio.  Lots of fun FaceTime calls started coming in during the afternoon.  We had a nice chat with Campbell as he organized his new apartment, and had video chats with Marco, Adamo and crew, Denny and Alex with cameos from Anne and Laura, Alicia, and others that I’m likely forgetting.  Massimo was quite energetic during his call – that’s a “Tacosaurus” taco holder that he’s brandishing.

Clorinda wasn’t able to get out for a card so called to describe the art that she was creating for me on her new cabinet doors.  Adamo went down and took a picture for me.

Not to be left out, Phoebe (Amy and Adamo’s pup) sent me a greeting:

Alicia had asked several friends and family to submit short videos to her and she played the compiled result for me on Saturday evening – what an excellent surprise.

Diana spoiled me all afternoon with New Orleans meat pies, a Bloody Mary, meat and cheese appetizer platter, and then a delicious salad, scallops, and grilled vegetables.  And then the piece de resistance – a perfectly cooked pavlova with grapes that had been soaking in sherry for 2 days – all delicious.

Denny shared this picture of the High School graduation in New Orleans, with his friend Derek Houston playing Pomp and Circumstance as graduates drove through to receive their diplomas.  New Orleanians always come up with a special twist.

I tested out my new double insulated french press cafetiere (thanks Mum and Dad) on Sunday morning with great results.  It looks very cool, makes good tasting coffee, and keeps it warm on the patio for over an hour.  I ordered up a kettle so that I can pour in water at the perfect temperature.  This has given Diana an opportunity to reorganize the coffee station area in the kitchen.   I think that activity is still in progress as I write this post.

Sunday afternoon is a good time to relax with the New Yorker magazine, and I enjoyed a couple of the cartoons this week.  This one felt close to home as one of us has been enjoying the time to do deep organizing:

And I enjoyed this one – crosswords have been a good distraction for me in my less than mobile state:

I heard these two songs on an excellent playlist that Diana had going by the pool.  Way too long since I heard Joan Armatrading’s unique vocal sound:

Sitting in the shade of the Magnolia trees I heard this version of J.J. Cale’s classic rumination on missing New Orleans by Poco.  I never heard this version before.  What do you think?  Not too bad?:

 

Week in Review – May 17, 2020

Monday was a particularly grumpy day for both of us.  Not sure what brought that on, but we moved through it and got on with things.  It’s unusual for us both to be in sync with the grumps.   The best I could do to cheer myself up was watch the Billions TV show and then listen to the podcast from the creators.  There are so many clever references and nuances that I miss without the assist from the podcast.

 

Tuesday was a happier day and I got to go on a big outing.  We tried a new coffee shop, Duino, which is close to home and turned out to be a good find.  Nice seating areas, good coffee and yummy pesto and avocado toast.  Their website describes Duino as a coastal town on the Adriatic coast of Italy – sounds lovely.

Diana had another outing to get her nails done.  Thank goodness that frustration is behind us.  She also went out on another run and is back to where we were when I became incapacitated.   New territory ahead.

A guy who worked for me as a contractor for a few months shared his PhD thesis outline with me.  He’s a great clarinet player and his work focuses on how to arrange full orchestral pieces for smaller, more financially viable ensembles.  Here’s one of his first submissions featuring four bass clarinets and a contrabass clarinet (played by a lady in England).  I think it’s very impressive that Michael was able to pull this together with everyone remote.

His PhD is through the University of Leiden in the Netherlands, and you can read his work at this link – quite interesting and thought provoking.

https://www.restructuringclassicalmusic.com

We had a new Linux systems administrator start this week and part of his biography indicated a new genre of music that he was enjoying – Kawaii metal.  Of course I needed to sample this – entertaining for a few minutes before the headache sets in:

Tuesday was a busy work day as we released quarterly earnings on Monday after market close.  The usual swirl of investor calls and company wide updates.   In the evening we enjoyed a couple of music live streams – Hayes Carll followed by the Band of Heathens, who commented that they were seeing a lot of comments from people jumping over from Carll’s show – similar musical styles I suppose.  Hayes was celebrating his first wedding anniversary and showed an album he had purchased on eBay so that he could play his wife’s favourite version of “Stand by Me”.  I hadn’t heard Mickey Gilley’s version – quite schmaltzy.

You can watch the full stream at this link:

https://www.facebook.com/watch/live/?v=2541791832740652&ref=watch_permalink

The Band of Heathens get more professional with their Supper Club each week.  It’s been fun to watch them figure out how to put on a varied remote show.

I started watching “The Goldfinch” movie on Wednesday night.  It flowed pretty accurately with the book from what I remember – that was a long read for sure.  Nicole Kidman and Luke Wilson are quite good in the part that I watched.  I’ll have to remember to go back and finish the movie.

I also watched Dan Rather interview Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull.  Not a particularly enthralling interview – I remember him having more to say.  I did learn that the Tull song “Skating Away”, released in 1974, is about the dangers of global cooling.  How things change.

Happy Hour on Thursday was as enjoyable as ever, with Damon being the trivia victim and everyone enjoying the silly Teams backgrounds:

Saturday was a very wet and gloomy day that kept us inside.  The magnolias enjoyed the rain and are opening up nicely today.  As I write this, Diana is back from her Week 5 run – 2 x 8min segments today.  I’m so proud of her for keeping at it – she’ll be doing a 5K very soon.

I’m looking forward to watching the TaylorMade Driving Relief golf event this afternoon – the first live sports in months.  Rory McIlroy and Dustin Johnson are playing against Rickie Fowler and Matthew Wolff in Florida.

My leg is healing well with very little pain.  I’m able to put my weight on it with no issues but not allowed to bumble around without crutches – I was caught red footed in the kitchen earlier this morning.

We did some brief research on renting an RV this morning.  The idea being that we could take a leisurely drive out to California to visit family as we won’t be flying anytime soon.  A 30 ft home on wheels isn’t very expensive to rent.  May be an option once I get an update from the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow morning.

I’m still slowly working my way through the Robin Williams biography.  As a result of one of Diana’s organizing sprees I now have a stack of many more new books to read than I remembered having around.

This is the music that I should have listened to on grumpy Monday – I’m sure it would have helped.  I really love the opening string chord progressions and Glenn Gould plays so effortlessly and with great spacing – quite different than most other versions.

From a completely different genre, but equally able to put a smile on my face.  I don’t remember what I was watching that had this as the soundtrack.  Give it a spin and transport yourself to a 1950s supper club:

And finally, the new Jason Isbell album was released this week.  Here’s my early favourite.  We enjoyed he and his wife, Amanda Shires, broadcasting from the new Brooklyn Bowl in Nashville on Friday night.

Week in Review – May 10, 2020

“That’s Just Torture”

An MRI at 8am on Monday morning.  What was I thinking?  In hindsight I clearly wasn’t thinking well at all, but was ready to figure out what was causing my pain.  Somehow I made it to this ripe old age without needing to participate in this very advanced form of torture.  Most folks with whom

‘Boy, you really are stuck! What do you do when this happens in a chimney?’

I’ve discussed the attributes of this torture device seem to have had a few already.  None of them, including my darling wife, thought it would be a good idea to prep me about what to expect.  Even the technician failed to mention the 40 minute duration.  She did hand over some earplugs which had me very suspicious before things began.  Wow – that small tube that I can’t imagine myself fitting in – visions of exactly this cartoon flooding my brain.  Deep breathing helped deal with that anxiety.  But the aural assault with the echoing around the room – just ludicrous.  Hopefully never again!

I had barely squeezed myself back into Penelope when my doctor called and summoned me to her office to review the MRI results.  As I write this, I wonder why she couldn’t have provided those on the phone.  Maybe she just wanted to see my reaction to the interesting news.  What did it show that wasn’t visible on the x-ray from last week?  A stress fracture of the left femur just below where it hooks into the hip.  The good news is it wasn’t broken all the way through – only 75%.  That explains why I was able to walk with pain and hadn’t gone directly to the Emergency Room.  Before you all start telling me, I know the picture is of a right leg, but it was the one I found where I could draw the red fracture line easiest.  How did this happen – I really don’t know – some combination of my body rejecting my attempts at Couch to 5K, Zumba, yoga etc.

My doctor sent me directly to see this guy for an expert orthopedic opinion on what to do about the break.

  Dr. Haslam and his team seemed excellent and recommended having a couple of screws inserted through my hip area to aid the bones in healing.  They fitted me with a set of crutches and sent me off to get some blood tests that were required before having surgery on Tuesday morning.  At this point I was getting a bit tired of driving around in pain.  On arriving at Quest diagnostic testing at 4:31pm, they closed at 4:30pm, and explaining the reason that I needed the test, I was rudely sent away.  They were very clear to point out that if I had arrived a few seconds earlier then they would have been happy to see me.  Unbelievable lack of caring.  Another call to the doctor and I was bumbling across the parking lot to a hospital that would do the blood test.  I arrived home around 6pm, thoroughly worn out from the day.

In the spirit of transparency, I should report an error that I made while at Dr. Haslam’s office.  Realizing that Diana was at the dentist having a crown fitted, and that she was probably wondering where I was and what I was doing, I sent a text saying “Brace yourself, this is not good.”  That was it.  It has since been pointed out to me that this was not a very helpful communication.

Surgery was scheduled for 7:30am on Tuesday.  It’s amazing how quickly these things move when they need to.  We chose a sport medicine facility where they did not see COVID-19 patients, making us feel a bit safer.  Diana dropped me off, and then was quickly shooed out of the waiting room.  After a small meltdown about having to leave, she was promised regular updates from the front desk, and would be able to join me in the recovery room.

After parting with Diana, it was the pre-op flurry of activity.  Getting all prepped up, meeting with doctor, nurses, anesthesiologist, and having space-age compression socks fitted.  Through these conversations I learned that I’m somewhat of a celebrity now in the orthopedic community.  Several folks commented that they had never heard of anyone with a broken femur walking into a doctor’s office.  Usually they are in tremendous pain and go straight to the hospital.  Surgery began at 9:00am and was finished up around 10:20am.  I didn’t have any of the loopiness that I usually associate with coming out from under general anesthetic – much to McD’s disappointment.  I convinced everyone that the pain was sufficiently under control a bit before noon and we headed home.  Diana did have to stop in the parking garage as soon as we were out of sight to get me one of my pain meds.  Yes – I was in a rush to get out of there.

Back at home I settled into my spot and enjoyed the pulsing contraction and release of the compression devices.  They seemed fun to begin with, but as I write this I can assure you I am very tired of them and looking for a suitable place to throw them.  Diana is very rigorous about making sure I wear them for many hours a day to prevent blood clots.  Thanks D!

It seemed fitting that the Blue Angels did a fly over of hospital facilities throughout the Dallas Fort Worth area to recognize all the doctors and nurses on the front lines.

A very nice tribute!

Diana headed out for a run on Wednesday morning – just to rub it in that she was still all in one piece.  I worked a normal day and only needed a few of the lighter pain killers to make it through.  I count myself very lucky to have been referred to a great surgeon, and to have caught the break before it completed its journey.  A lovely gift basket with lots of my favourites showed up on Wednesday afternoon.  Thanks Damon and the rest of my team.

Thursday was another typical work from home day with lots of helpful coffee and food service from Diana to my inside and outside landing spots.  Some gorgeous flowers arrived from my boss and the executive team.  I was especially ready for our work virtual Happy Hour in the evening, and it was very entertaining.

On the gift front, we also received these humourous cookies from our financial advisor.  Is that really supposed to make us feel better about our retirement funds?

Brad told his amazing Irish wolfhound about my injury and then sent this picture and message.  Now that really did cheer me up:

Diana picked up her Mother’s Day brunch kit from Rye on Friday afternoon.  She did a trial run for dinner on Saturday night, with my only real contribution (other than cheer leading) being the poached eggs.  The pork belly and kale benedicts with hash browns turned out very well.  They’ll be even better for Sunday brunch.

I spent a pretty boring Saturday, mostly on the couch, catching up on some TV and magazines.  I did enjoy the ESPN documentary, “Bad Boys”, about the 1989/90 Detroit Pistons NBA Championship team.  It was very well done and took me back to when basketball was a lot more fun to watch than these days.  I also managed to catch up with Finn and Will by phone to update them on the week.  Will told me all about how he and his friends are taking advantage of the empty roads to practice their driving and riding skills.  The video won’t upload for some reason – probably just as well.

We watched some of “Becoming” on Netflix with brunch for dinner.  This is a documentary about Michelle Obama’s book tour.  Watching the various clips of the Obamas during their time in office made us both groan about how far we have fallen.

We had some fancy French toast for Mother’s day brunch – part of the Rye kit.  You had to soak the eggy bread in creme anglaise before grilling, then add raspberries and macadamia nuts – very tasty.  After that we participated in the Campagna Mother’s day Zoom call which Clorinda enjoyed very much.  That’s Francesca, the newest edition to the group, in the bottom row.

I haven’t done much reading this week but intend to start the Robin Williams biography (a very fat book) when I head out to join Diana by the pool later today.

The excellent Jason Isbell has a new album, “Reunions”, coming out soon.  I’ve been enjoying the preview singles very much:

“Billions”, one of my favourite TV shows, returned last Sunday night.  I’ve watched the episode twice now as I  always miss some of the key details the first time through.  This angry Patti Smith song featured in the episode as Taylor has a destructive fit in a rage room.

Week in Review – May 3, 2020

“You can never have too much New Orleans piano”

The Monday night between the two New Orleans Jazzfest weekends is typically “Piano Night”.  This event, an annual fundraiser for the excellent radio station WWOZ, has been going for 32 years and lately is hosted at the House of Blues.  All the pianists performed from their homes this year.

The live stream was very well produced and we thoroughly enjoyed the 2 plus hours of New Orleans inspired piano.  You can watch the replay here for some amount of time:

https://www.wwoz.org/pianonight

We both commented on the difference between the highly technical pianists and those that really had a “feel” for the New Orleans beats and styles.  We’ve seen Joe Krown play at all kinds of venues around New Orleans and he can make any beat up, old upright piano sound amazing.  He’s one of the folks that has a tremendous feel for the music, coupled with ridiculous dexterity.  I get exhausted just watching how hard his left hand is working.  Joe started with “Classified” by the legendary New Orleans player James Booker.   It sounds and looks to me like an incredibly difficult piece to play well.  The credits at the end of the show indicated that Joe had a large part in organizing and producing the show.

Jon Cleary, an Englishman who plays piano like he’s a 3rd generation New Orleanian, is another one with a great feel for the music.  Jojo Herman, of the jam band Widespread Panic, was a revelation – he clearly has spent a huge amount of time listening to James Booker and Professor Longhair.  He had spent some time learning from Dr. John, who passed away earlier this year, and shared a personal video of Mac performing “Tipitina” at the end of the show.  “What is a tipitina?”, asked Jojo of the Dr.  “Fess (Professor Longhair) told me it was some kind of bird, but I never heard of such a thing.”

The show finished up with my all time favourite, Long Tall Marcia Ball.  Excellent as always with a rare performance on a grand piano – we typically see her with her electric keyboard, legs kicking in time to her beat.

Thanks to WWOZ for producing such a great evening of music.

A loud thunderstorm woke us early at 4:30am Tuesday morning.  We were fortunate to miss the brunt of the storm, which treated South Dallas to ping pong ball sized hail and very strong winds.  We were up and ready in plenty of time for the window washer/pressure washer guy (Vincente) making his annual visit to clean things up for outside living weather.  This excellent Van Morrison tune just popped into my head:

I forgot to talk about these murals when I was mentioning Dr. John earlier.  Denny and Anne ventured out around town to take pictures of some of the musician murals that have been popping up.  Here we have Dr. John, Professor Longhair, and Jimi Hendrix.  I think these are really well done – the artists really took some time on the details.

Penelope needed some repair work done and was ready to be picked up from Auto Hans on Tuesday afternoon.  Diana drove me down there at 5pm and we were amazed at the “rush hour” traffic on the Dallas North Tollway.  Easy to drive 80 mph on a route that would typically average 15 mph at that time of the day.  I’m not looking forward to everyone getting back on the roads again.

The remains of the yummy Rye rib-eye tacos and elote made for a very pleasant Tuesday dinner.  Team Robertson was like a machine in the kitchen putting it all together.  Maybe there’s a taco food truck by a sandy beach in our future.  We attempted to finish watching “Ford versus Ferrari” after dinner.  One of us finished and the other only made it for a few minutes.  I really enjoyed this movie and found Christian Bale and Matt Damon to be excellent – particularly Damon as Carroll Shelby – quite different than some of his more typical roles.  The tug of war between the GM “suits” and the entrepreneurial and freewheeling Shelby/Ken Miles collaboration was well depicted.  What beautiful cars Shelby made.

Tuesday night brought more severe thunderstorms overnight.  We both slept through them with the only visible signs of their presence being some mulch and leaves strewn about the patio.

Wednesday morning brought one of the work activities that I find the least exciting and inspiring – the quarterly meeting of our Board of Directors Audit Committee.  Three solid hours of hearing about inspections of our operations to point out everything that could be done better.  Much more positive than it has been in the past, but still a bit of a chore.   Oh well, it still earns a paycheck, and I should be very grateful for that right now.

I received this article on Wednesday evening.  “Irvine’s super grandad who beat coronavirus with one lung celebrates birthday.”  Interesting sentence structure from the Daily Record – maybe “with one lung” is better positioned right after “grandad” to avoid any confusion?  This is my Uncle Scott’s younger brother – what an incredible fighter.

https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/ayrshire/irvines-super-grandad-who-beat-21947296

Thursday was the full Board of Directors meeting at work and I had to give a brief update.  This was a bit more fun than the Audit Committee but still dragged on for more than 3 hours.  Diana laughed when she came to make sure I was doing well, to find me playing the piano in the office.  “Don’t you have the Board meeting now?”  “Yes, I’m on the call”.

This was the day that I should have been attending Jazzfest and enjoying what we’ve taken to calling “Dad’s day” – the day when the Dads get to enjoy the smaller crowd.  I also noticed Friday lunch at Commander’s Palace on my calendar – very sorry to miss that.

I finally had an X-ray taken of my left hip and pelvis to see what’s causing the pain when I walk.  Nothing showed, so we’re assuming it’s muscle or tendon related and will schedule an MRI for next week.

Brian was the trivia victim for our team Happy Hour in the evening.  His Oklahoma raising did generate some entertaining questions, including showing us tools and implements set up as ornaments in his home and asking what they were.  One was a hay bail hook that looked like it would have made my work at the Kennedy’s farm much less damaging to my hands.  I remember being in agony picking up those bails by the lacerating twine.  Where was the “hook” that Brian used back then?

We had a lazy weekend, “Jazzfesting in Place” out by the pool, reading and enjoying the lovely weather.  My New Orleans meat pies, crawfish pies, and mini crab pies arrived just in time on Friday night.

Sunday was a great fest day.  John Boutte’s version of Randy Newman’s classic “Louisiana” was excellent – had never heard him do that before.   The lyrics have been enhanced to show Boutte’s disgust at President Bush’s response to Hurricane Katrina.

And then there was the Bruce Springsteen and the Seeger Sessions band performance from 2006, just 8 months after Katrina and the first ever performance by his new band.  This performance is really a completely unique show, catering directly to the New Orleans locals and the pain they’ve endured.  I share these two songs from that set:

My first book this week was “Travels with Charley (In Search of America)” by John Steinbeck.  I hadn’t heard of this work until it was cited by Stephanie Land as a big reason for her desire to explore Missoula, Montana.  I thought maybe the descriptions of that territory may convince McD to give it a try.  Or at least that overly optimistic child living inside me thought so.

Steinbeck sets out at the age of fifty eight to find the “real America” on a road-trip across country.  Who do you think Charley is?  Perhaps a new young girlfriend besotted with the famous author and ready to spend hours on the road in his track and camper top?  That may have made an entertaining set of stories, but no,  Charley (actual name Charles le Chien) is “an old gentleman poodle.”  “He was born on the outskirts of Paris and trained in France, and while he knows a little poodle-English, he responds quickly only to commands in French.  Otherwise he has to translate, and that slows him down.”  I very much enjoy the way that Steinbeck humanizes Charley throughout.  “Now, Charley is a mind-reading dog.  There have been many trips in his lifetime, and often he has to be left at home.  He knows we are going long before the suitcases come out, and he paces and worries and whines and goes into a state of mild hysteria, old as he is.  During the weeks of preparation he was underfoot the whole time and made a damned nuisance of himself.  He took to hiding in the truck, creeping in and trying to make himself look small.”

Steinbeck’s descriptions are as on point and original as ever.  “At the first lighted roadside restaurant I pulled in and took my seat at a counter.  The customers were folder over their coffee cups like ferns.”  What an excellent simile.

I enjoyed this commentary on the sameness taking over the country (from back in 1960): “Communications must destroy localness, by a slow, inevitable process.  I can remember a time when I could almost pinpoint a man’s place of origin by his speech.  That is becoming more difficult now and will in some foreseeable future become impossible.  It is a rare house or building that isn’t rigged with spiky combers of the air.  Radio and television speech becomes standardized, perhaps better speech than we have ever used.  Just as our bread, mixed and baked, packaged and sold without benefit of human frailty, is uniformly good and uniformly tasteless, so will our speech become one speech.”  I have to disagree with the “better speech than we have ever used” on television – they don’t know the basic difference between an adjective and an adverb anymore.

The last quote I’ll share is from the section on Montana, and one that I was anxious to share with Diana.  I’ve been trying to convince her that this would be a lovely retirement destination, to retorts about too cold in the winter and no beach and ocean.  “The next passage in my journey is a love affair.  I am in love with Montana.  For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love, and it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.  The scale is huge but not overpowering.  The land is rich with grass and colour, and the mountains are the kind that I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda.”

I highly recommend this book.  A really enjoyable read.  Has me ready to go back and revisit all those Steinbeck classics set in Central California.

All the time at the pool this weekend allowed me to finish another book – a fast paced mystery set in Paris during World War II.  “Three hours in Paris” by Cara Black tells the story of an assassination attempt on Hitler when he pays a quick visit to attend a mass at Sacre Couer in Montmartre.  The sniper is actually an American from Oregon who is recruited while living on a UK Army base in Stornoway with her Scottish husband.  Her attempt fails but she does kill the leader of the German Navy by accident as Hitler ducks.  The cat and mouse pursuit of Kate through various Parisienne neighbourhoods by the German forces is well written and keeps the pages turning fast.  I recommend this as a good pool or beach read and a good one for those that have visited Paris to reminisce over.

Let’s finish up with some more New Orleans music.  I know I’m probably over doing it for most of you, but I can’t get enough of it.  Just stepping off a plane at Louis Armstrong airport and hearing those classic syncopated rhythms brings a smile to my face.  First up is some more Joe Krown, this time with the excellent Walter “Wolfman” Washington, and recorded at the iconic Maple Leaf Bar:

Now some of Snooks Eaglin – one of the highlights from “Festing in Place” last week.  I recommend anything from this “Rhapsody in Bronze” album.

A little more Joe Krown – I think the best version of “Tipitina” – even better than the original Professor Longhair:

The legendary James Booker, idol of all New Orleans piano players, closes out our music section this week with one of his genre bending offerings:

I leave you this week with some helpful advice on spousal communication during these trying times: