It's time to get moving into the day.

Two strong cups of coffee behind and I'm finished rummaging through headlines and giving cursory attention to off the beaten track YouTubes.

What in the hell am I 1/1024th of, I wondered ? If anything at all it is not readily apparent.
But I couldn't help but wonder why anyone would hang their reputation on such a slim bit of hyperbole.
It bothered me. Anything that could make the current POTUS seem reasonable bothers me.

Elizabeth Warren doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of being a contender now. It's gone. She has in effect made herself into the punchline that Big Top Don needed to make her irrelevant. No. He won't pay her the $1M he said he would, says he never said, etc.
He never intended to pay. Why would anyone think that he would?

My foray into distraction by listening to music was subverted by a tidbit of information that had escaped me.

Decades back I had heard the sound I sought this morning. Something to make me travel back in time. I looked up a guitar hero; Leon Redbone. Sifting through this and that I came across a favorite tune to listen to and play "Shine On Harvest Moon".

A bit further in my morning search I came across some info I had missed, which is that Leon has ceased to perform and now resides in a memory care facility. That saddened me.

In that time decades ago I knew how to shoot pool. Pretty well actually.

Leon was taking an extended break at the tavern concert he was giving and wandered back to the 6 tables in the old brick factory downtown and saw that I had just won a game of the standard 8-ball game prevalent in dives at the time. He asked to shoot a game with me.
Talk was minimal We had agreed to the final shot being required to be a bank shot, one that must have the cue ball hit the rail before the 8-ball was struck, or that sent the 8-ball to the rail before it dropped in the pocket.

My chance came. I called a bank shot that had the cue ball hit two rails before the 8-ball which then deftly and slowly dropped into the designated corner pocket. Leon gave me the grin he was famous for having and tipped his hat towards me.

It brought me full circle. Pretending to be someone you are not is all fine and well, but it should be fun, not calculated for gain.

An interview on his website mentioned that he was well known in Toronto as a pool player by the name of "Sonny" and sometimes "Mr. Charles".
When I move in a couple of days I will have to leave my full size 1960's slate pool table in the basement for the new owner. But when I get to the new house I'm going to set down and play the tune I've always loved and remember the night I beat Sonny.

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Comment by Maui Surfer on October 16, 2018 at 8:32am

What a great read, our occasional dust ups with the rich, or not so rich, and famous remind us we didn't live life behind the 8-ball. Sorry you'll have to leave that slate behind, so sorry Mr. Leon, an absolute classic, has succumbed; glad you are finally moving on and will find a new table somewhere. We had a pool hall in Lahaina when I was a kid, literally 50 feet from the Blue Pacific, and I once played Don Ho there though he was not nearly as gracious a loser. Here's the YouTube I woke up to:

As to Warren, she belongs on the Banker Watch Committee and anything grander is over, and it turns out that is, and I am a fan overall, a good thing. We need someone who can lead the way Biden does, without being goofy, and I haven't seen his protege out there yet.

Peace Out and Safe Travels

Comment by Rosigami on October 16, 2018 at 8:35am

I know exactly what you mean about having the pootus be right about anything. (He's still a liar, charlatan, and whatever the word is for someone who doesn't honor their debts. No news there)

What a great story about Redbone! I had the pleasure of meeting him back in 1975 or thereabouts. He was performing at a club on Long Island called My Father's Place. My then-boyfriend Mike and I loved his music then and I still do. Mike and I got to chatting with his upright bass player at the bar between sets. I don't remember the man's name, but he was handsome as all get-out and flirting up a storm with me. 
He offered to bring us back to the green room to meet Leon, so off we went. Leon was gracious and sweet and drinking straight vodka out of a water glass. The bottle was almost empty. 
We didn't stay long. After a last attempt by the bass player to "take me off Mike's hands" we said our thank-yous and went back to our seats. 
The second half of the show was just as much fun as the first half.

Thanks for reminding me of this small adventure from my youth, 

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on October 16, 2018 at 10:41am

In the event, I want her on the Court.

Comment by Maui Surfer on October 16, 2018 at 11:57am

On the Court- Yes! resoundingly so ...

Comment by alsoknownas on October 16, 2018 at 12:26pm

Well that would truly be a great turn of events.

It was unfortunate that the school yard bully's torment took this turn. She took the bait.

Comment by Tom Cordle on October 16, 2018 at 1:14pm

The coincidences 'twixt you and me never cease to amaze me – I performed "Shine On Harvest Moon" with my brother as a duet back in high school, circa 1960. We also did a pretty mean version of "Cottonfields" during that performance. Bub and I were Everly Brothers wannabe's, and we coulda gave 'em a run for the money, if we had had the right sort of promotion, etc – and fortunately, there's no audio or video of that performance to argue otherwise :-).

I was also a big fan of Leon Redbone, though my favorite tune of his was his one big hit "I Wanna Be Seduced". Many an entertainer has adopted a shtick, or stage persona if you prefer, but none has ever done it better than the Bone Man.

As for Elizabeth Warren, I'm a fan of her and most of her policies, but she's too old to be President. Those of us in the over 70 club know only well that that is waaaaaay too old for that job. And if anyone disputes that assertion, I offer exhibit A: Donald "Agent Orange" Trump.

Comment by Tom Cordle on October 16, 2018 at 1:17pm

PS My brother has a great pool table in his man cave, and you're welcome to visit Whitehall, Michigan, any time and strike up a game or a tune. Let me know when, and I'll wander in from Tennessee to join you. By the way, have I told you my fiddle playing buddy Nathan is from Seatlte?

Comment by Ron Powell on October 16, 2018 at 1:46pm

The Redone with which I am most familiar:

Comment by Robert B. James on October 16, 2018 at 3:21pm

Saw Leon only once, but played his music all the time in a small Mexican joint I owned in the early 80s...never knew he was part shark, but sure why not? 

Comment by alsoknownas on October 17, 2018 at 5:01am

Tom Cordle,

Thank you for stopping in.

Yes, we have spoken before of the similarities of experience we've encountered along this journey. 

As for Elizabeth Warren. I would count myself as a fan. One writer responded to this piece in a personal e-mail noting that she will just need to emphasize that her initial exposure to the notion of Native American heritage came from family folklore.

I agree with that. Say it when necessary, but then move on. We need her in the Senate. Anyway if one has never had a relative tell you something you were not sure was correct, then my guess is that person doesn't have relatives. 

It's nearly 5 am. I need to paint the stairs and then load the truck. Big day ahead. Good to hear from you.


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