I’ve never watched this.  I’m just saving it for later.

Mini-Golf was a success.  We went up to a place near Dover, NH and met with Nana and Papa to play 18 holes.

18 holes of mini-golf in the 95+ degree heat with the sun cranking down on us.  Yeah.  We were hot and dehydrated and exhausted… and it was just mini-golf!  Each kid took a ride on a go-cart while we were there.  My step son was too short to ride the biggest cart by himself, so papa went with him.  A good time was had by all.

After we were done we came back home and found the inside of the house was awfully warm.  Our AC is not blowing.  Central air conditioning is the greatest thing in the universe, but when it goes down… Panic!

Jen has a release this week, and I have a class at work for the next two weeks.  Neither of us can take time out of work any time soon, so we get someone here tonight, or we just deal with it for a week or two.

Someone is coming tonight.

There has been a request for mini-golf today.  I think we can make that request a reality.

Now to just decide which mini-golf establishment to visit.

Decisions, decisions…

What the hell?  Mission of Burma released an album on Tuesday and no one told me.  How is that possible?  In this age of complete connectedness, how did that slip past me?  How is it that I was not following them on Facebook?  I feel like such a bad fan.  Granted, I’m still a little obsessed with the new Rush, so that’s a big distraction… but still.

So the question becomes, what other events do I have to keep my eye out for?  Smashing Pumpkins has a new record out.  I think it would be cool to see Billy Corgan live again.  There is still the pathetic fact that I have not seen Pearl Jam live yet.  That’s sort of embarrassing.  Jeff Beck and Steve Hackett are still on the see-them-before-I/they-die list.  I’d like to see Hot Tuna someday, if I can.  Jack and Jorma are awesome.  I’d prefer to see another Jefferson Airplane reunion, but I am not holding my breath.  There was another old band I was thinking about too, but I can’t remember.  I should take notes.  No, I should not take notes… if I do that then this stupid page becomes something I actually think about before doing it.  That would be even lamer than it already is.

So, should you hear about Smashing Pumpkins or Pearl Jam or Jeff Beck or Steve Hackett touring… let me know, okay?

My step son has recently developed an interest in baseball cards.  Talk about my childhood coming back, huh?

In my childhood closet there lives a box full of cards.  Hundreds of them.  Possibly thousands of them.  There is also a three ring binder full of my favorites.  They have all come home with me.  So many cards.  So many players I can’t remember and my step son will never ever know.  My book full of favorites includes a few names that I can’t believe I ever thought were worth saving.  Bob Walk?

Oh, and thanks to steroids, my Mark McGwire and Roger Clemens rookie cards are nice and worthless. Assholes.

The Yaz, and George Brett cards still rule though.

Oh, and I found three photographs taken in a parking lot in Lowell in June of 1986 at my first band’s second gig.  I also found a bunch of flyers and set lists from the shows we put on back in the 80’s.  Now if I could just find a recording of us on a cassette tape that still plays.