SP and I have been pretending to shelter in place. This means wine (a nice Loire Valley Chenin last night) and movies (It Happens Every Spring and Anatomy of a Murder, an odd double feature). But not all is frivolity. I need your help, each and every one of you. Apparently the euphemistic term “Social Distance” has caught on and overwhelmed the term I prefer and believe more accurate, “Leper Length.” I need help reviving this term from its coma and trying to mainstream it. Won’t you pitch in and start using it in your daily conversation?
Birthdays today include a guy, who despite the rumors, I never saw pitch; a guy who I did see pitch; a guy who made all of us laugh our asses off; a guy who let politics taint his science; the most annoying Star Trek character ever; a tennis player who seemed like she’d be fun to hang out with; and a guy who’d be happy to tell you that you’re WRONG.
News, yes, let’s.
JFC, California. I am so glad to be out of there.
Old Guy Music is a song from what might have been the greatest jazz concert ever played.