So, well then, and so it goes, I guess. Which reminds me: we could use ol' Linda Ellerbee right about now. Course, we had her then and it wasn't really appreciated, by and large. But I'd sure love to hear her perspective. Maybe I'll look for her blog, since I'm sure she has a blog, since everybody and their mother has one but me and my dog, who doesn't really enjoy blogging or thinking much at all, really. But we've been doing ok without one. Maybe drinking and smoking a little too much. Biting our nails at the thought of all the unwritten words that could be out there in front of the eyes of god-knows-whom right now, as we gnaw down past the point of comfort. The angst at the unspoken, and the underdone. But she seems less concerned than I do, ultimately. Perhaps that's due to her licking prowess, but I guess we'll never know.
But, this isn't abbout Linda Ellerbee or my dog, cool as they both are. It's about a suitcase, a rusty trombone, five trips to the dental hygienest with a meatloaf sandwich, and tupence. That's right, I said tupence.
Oh yeah, and a freak meeting with a Mr. Edward Van Halen.
See you on the flip side,
Joe Zaloom
1 comment:
Actually, I don't have a blog, but I do read other people's, which is how I came to read yours. I do, however, have a TV news show for kids (Nick News) that has run on Nickelodeon for 16 years, a new book (Take Big Bites), and a dog who says she really, really wants her own blog. She claims to be able to woof, "and so it goes."
Sincerely,
Linda Ellerbee
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