The beginning of the end?
I’m pretty sure it’s a Winston Churchill quote, from a WW II era address to parliament, about how it’s not the end, nor is it the beginning, but it’s the end of the beginning.
I’ve actually got that quote on file some place, only, I’m much too aggrieved to look it up to verify attribution and accuracy (I’ve been meaning to link that audio file for several days, goes back to the Uke post.)
And some more of those block rocking beats:
Saturday. Conveniently, on my way towards the coast.“Well the last time I remember the train stopping at the depot was when me and my Aunt Cleda came riding back from Waco.
“Well I remember I was wearing my long pants and we was sharing conversation with a man who sold ball point pens and paper.
“And the train stopped once in Clifton where my Aunt bought me some ice cream, and my mom was there to meet us when the train pulled into Cockerell.
“And the sounds of trains only remains in the memories of one like me that turned their backs on the splintered tracks….”
(Part II of Lyle Lovett’s version of Steve Fromholz’s Texas Trilogy, arguably one of the best songs – ever – about Texas.)
On the political front:
Kinky’s gaining momentum. Never underestimate a Scorpio.
Speed?
And how fast are you?
Cherchez le poisson:
I’m sure the fish just took the bait to make my day.
