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Thursday, June 25, 2020

My First Pet

When I was a kid, my folks wouldn't allow me to have a pet. One day, I was playing around the community dumpster, and found this sad abused little bird. I snuck it home in a little bucket and cared for him.

So I snuck into my parents bedroom and snatched the Saturday night dog collar and leash out of my Dad's underwear drawer. I wanted to take my new pet for a walk around the block. Yeah, I knew you couldn't take birds for a walk but I was young and excited for a pet. 

I named it Oleg. He was my first pet. 

Until my parents found out about him. 

And ate him. 

Why couldn't they just tell me he went to live at a farm somewhere???

I dug this pix out of my old scrapbook.

I miss you Oleg....

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

The Music of Terry Oats and the Mudcats

Gotta love a big band sound. And Terry Oats and the Mudcats brings their mix of blues and jazz to tear up stages on the East Coast with a sizzling brass section, a kick ass rhythm section, awesome vocalists and harmonies.

Give your ears a treat and check them out on YouTube and music festivals in 2020 and beyond.

Here's a taste! 


Igor's Resume

Although I love my critters, they are sucking my wallet dry like some fetish vampire. So Igor decided to step-up, and attempt to get a job....