It’s baseball and Harold Bloom on Shakespeare…tonight. I’ve put Lippman’s Public Opinion and Annie Jacobsen on the Pentagon on pause. And I’m please to report the evening bourbon ration appears adequate. Tonight’s forecast; thunderstorms and inebriation.
I’m going to liquor up having learned that life gets in the way of living. Like Bloom’s subtitle,’the invention of the human.’
And under studio monitors I’m listening to Tommy L. Duncan doing Sentimental Journey with Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys.
My brother was born on June 16.
His father was born on June 16.
And his father was born on June 16.