I wonder if we can built a rampart around Christina fast enough?
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
Regrets
I’m having regrets about getting rid of the ’80s cassettes. Where else will I find a complete collection of bands that stood the test of time, like Bang Tango, Trixter and Saigon Kick? Somewhere out there, some guy with a row of jelly bracelets, a tape deck and a dream went to the Goodwill and struck a goldmine. It is my mission to reclaim what’s mine, even if it takes until the next set of ’80s to find him.
Not that there’s anything wrong with them.
At the Amherst Railroad Hobby Show at the Big E, I’ve decided there are three types of grown men who concern me the most: those who will spend $1,200 on a windmill for their own model railroad empires; pedophiles ogling at my children from behind train display tables; and those who spend hours of footage videotaping trains going around their tracks. Nothing like a day of wonder, nostalgia and the heebie-jeebies.
It’s getting crowded in my head.
For the past month I’ve been on a de-cluttering mission. Gone are a dozen vases, each with their own ecosystems growing inside; seven bridesmaid dresses; and (gasp) the blessed tape deck. Imagine if the Goodwill were just as interested in our brain clutter? Then perhaps I could tell you the name of the Speaker of the House rather than the phone number of every friend from 1987.