Python Lady has finally picked a good radio station. Maybe she knew I was coming. I arrived late today. I sent her a telegram earlier so that she would not worry that I am M.I.A. Maybe she picked this good radio station to welcome me back to the world of the living.
I spent this morning in the Central Business District. It is good to get back to Mid-City, even if it is mid-afternoon. 1:00PM is the new noon. I am right on time. At least the music is tolerable for a change.
I am thinking about mentioning that it would be good for business if Python Lady picked the Jackie Gleason station, you know, romantic string arrangements à la Music for Lovers Only. Music like that makes people hungry for more.
The kind of people who like the Jackie Gleason Orchestra are the kind of people who like Guy Fieri. It is a match made in Heaven.
Mrs. King and I had lunch with a Nina Hagen lookalike at a punk rock taco shop.
Say what you will but I will say to my dying day that Nina Hagen’s remake of Spirit In the Sky is so superior to Norman Greenbaum’s one-hit-wonder original that it is like comparing Will Shakespeare to Ben Johnson.
Then, I visited an old sausage factory. That was nice.
Let me tell you about that, and then some more.
You know there is always more. An hour in New Orleans is like a whole day in Spokane. It is time to put up the paywall.