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.