My Sick Mind

Thanksgiving is coming.   No kidding.  What bugs me about it is the choice of food.  We're supposed to eat turkey.  Why?  On account of, because.  It's what we eat.  We make no effort on any other day to cook a giant turkey - other than Thanksgiving. Mostly, people find something to complain about.  It's too dry. It's tough. It's cold (have you ever burned your mouth on Thanksgiving turkey? No). For what?  Here's an idea:  Gather your friends and family, and eat fish, or chicken, or burgers, or ... GOD ... whatever.  Be thankful.  Isn't that the idea? Our annual company Holiday party is coming. Egad.  I've been there 26 years and have not yet attended one.  I'm not sure what that says about me, other than the idea that I don't like going to parties alone and I don't care to have someone sitting around counting my drinks.  Especially since it's in Atlantic City, and they seem to pick the furthest possible pla...

As a young person in the 1970s, I had a few favorites.  I was enthralled by the prog-rock movement spearheaded by Yes and Emerson, Lake, & Palmer; and my boyhood dreams of being a musician were fueled by the likes of them.  I had a few guitar heroes:  Robert Fripp, Peter Banks, Jan Akkerman among them, but there was one lurking in the background that I didn't acknowledge until later in life.  Terry Kath. If we go back to the early 1970s (where I come from) the world of pop music was cluttered with nonsense, and even as a youth, I recognized it.  My bus rides to school were dominated by questions like, "Have you heard 'Hocus Pocus' by Focus?" and if you were listening to 92.5FM (WIFI) so that you could hear the "long version" of Yes' "America."' You have to remember, those were the days when, if you didn't hear something live, you couldn't "YouTube it" or go back to your DVR and re-watch it.  It was a "...