Never go beer-to-beer with mexican sharpshooter. Especially when you’re thirty years older than him (or in SP’s case, 25 years younger). That my excuse for being a bit abbreviated this morning.
Birthdays can’t wait, though: some Jew thinker; a proto-Californian; the guy who gifted us with Millard Fillmore; the guy who said, “Help yourself!” and spawned a genre; a guy whom I dearly wish was writing about contemporary politics; a guy who was the mayor of one too many people and got what he deserved for inflicting Diane Feinstein on us; and a guy with many, many stories.
Speaking of stories… news.
Old Guy Music features a true pioneer of modern jazz piano, with my favorite brushman playing behind him on a breakneck version of Honeysuckle Rose. Oh, and it’s Teddy’s birthday today, too.