Monthly Archives: September 2019

Alright Alright Alright!

149a2887_resize4000_wide-d6295a7c5908ca9a4c864565f69b61a288c6520d-s1100-c85That Texas drawl. Those half closed eyes. That stoned self confidence. It’s been 27 years since he played the part, but Matthew McConaughey will always be ‘Wooderson’ in Dazed and Confused. Yesterday on an NPR’s game show, Ask Me Another, he told the story about the role that started his acting career– and then he won a Rubik’s cube for his knowing 4 school mascots.

Our Coffeehouse Godmother

joanmathisShe was a cowboy’s sweetheart and she yodeled right up to the end. Joan Mathis left this world last Saturday night. She was 91. I became friends with her through her oldest son, Jim, who was my first boss at Homer’s Coffeehouse from 2004-2008. She was always smiling and she loved music. She was always there at Homer’s when Jim’s band played, or when my band played. Ironically there were a lot of coffee mugs on display at her funeral. She had collected them over the years. Everyone was encouraged to take one home. I think I got the best one from her work at AT&T.

Nightlife Daydream

nightlifeHigh definition is overrated. I love pixelated simplicity. When 8-bit images are mixed with iconic photos on a big screen during a live performance, I’m all in. When I get drowsy and three dimensional objects get dark and blocky, I’m ready for the Blade Runner/Tron dreamscapes. Yawn. Stretch. Coffee.

“Do You Still Draw Cartoons?”

SpartacusA lot of old classmates at last week’s high school reunion asked me if I still draw cartoons. I felt bad saying ” well, yes and no,” because I don’t draw every day like I did in high school and college. I drew the “Spartacus” cartoon above for my boss at Homer’s waaaay back when he paid for newspaper ads in the Kansas City Star. Does anybody do that anymore?

Sincerely Yours

breakfast-club-brian-johnson-essayIf it weren’t for the name tags, many of us wouldn’t have recognized each other. My 35th high school reunion was a good experience. Seeing older versions of people I remember as teenagers should have been a cold water shock to the system– but it was actually something much warmer. Handshakes, hugs, and smiles were proof that my classmates have mellowed over the years. So if anyone from the class of 84 is reading this I just want to say: thanks for your kindness and warmth last Saturday night. It was really cool to hang out between the hallway and the trophy case again.classof84

Tribal Ways

thecircleWe were the Indians. It was our mascot. Whenever our high school football team went up against another school, someone made a banner of a warrior waving a tomahawk or shooting arrows at the opposing team’s mascot. I guess we did look tribal when we clustered in the hallway before the bell rang for our first class. In 34 hours I will go to my 35th high school reunion and mingle with my old “indian” classmates. I’m pretty sure they are all grandparents and getting close to retirement age now. I’ll just say it– those are things that I don’t have in common with my peers. Hopefully we can still talk to each other and catch up… they can show me pictures of their grandkids in a Christmas play, and I can show them pictures of my CPR students making out with mannequins.

The Dream Executive

300px-The_Persistence_of_MemoryIt doesn’t have to make sense, it’s better when it doesn’t. Sometimes I feel like my brain’s secretary when I write down details from my dreams. It’s as if there’s an executive pushing a button in his office, speaking into an intercom, and summoning me– only he’s calling me by a woman’s name: “Mrs. Finklestein! I need you to take a memo!”  Here are the remnants from one of those sessions last August: I was gonna ride a bicycle in a marathon somewhere in CA. I was borrowing the bike from Angie (Homer’s) and she had a lock w/a combination– 139. It was gonna cost $1200 – $1300 to ride, but that included a place to camp. The brochures were full of green camping equipment ala Coleman brand. John Cleese was in charge of the registration & when he got my last signature, he reached out to shake my hand, but only let me grab two fingers. He said, “You’ve done a good thing here by saving my grandmother.”

When The TV Guide Was My Clock

TVguideWhen I was really little, I could tell you what time it was if there was a TV and a TV guide nearby. My parents had a hard time getting me away from the TV back in those days. I was glued to it. They wanted me to turn it off and play outside. They didn’t understand that I would lose all concept of time if I spent too much time outside! I didn’t understand how to tell time by looking at “the big hand” and “the little hand” on a clock. It was easier to just turn on the TV, and see Bugs Bunny or Porky Pig. I knew it was somewhere between 9 or 9:30 on Saturday morning. That was close enough for me.


ottawaIt was sunny, there was free time, and we were overdue for a Sunday drive. Those were basically the reasons that Jenny & I drove to Ottawa yesterday. We turned north off highway 68, parked on the shady side of Main Street, and started walking. Some of the sights we took in included a Sears store, an army surplus store, and a church built in 1887. Ottawa is about 45 minutes southwest of us, and the speed limit goes up to 75 a few miles before the first exit.

“My Mind To Your Mind…”

methode_times_prodmigration_web_bin_26d392c1-3ff5-340b-9ecb-8fd76aa15300In Star Trek when Spock does a mind meld, the first thing he always says is, “my mind to your mind,” and then he uses a Vulcan trick get inside someone’s head. One time he even got inside some thing’s head– it was a piece of molten rock. Anyway, the real reason I’m making this post is because I heard words sung to the old Star Trek TV theme song last night. They were actually written by Gene Rodenberry so he could get half of the royalties. Click here to listen, or you can read the lyrics below, and sing them yourself:
Beyond the rim of the starlight
My love is wand’ring in star-flight
I know he’ll find in star-clustered reaches
Love, strange love a star woman teaches.
I know his journey ends never
His star trek will go on forever.
But tell him while he wanders his starry sea
Remember, remember me.