Excerpts from "Nothin' but a Breeze" from the same titled album (1977) by Jesse Winchester
Verse 1
Life is just too short for some folks,
For other folks it just drags on.
Some folks like the taste of the smokey whiskey,
While others figure tea's too strong.
Well, I'm the kind of guy that likes right down the middle,
Don't care for all this bouncin' back-and-forth.
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool, blue North.
Verse 2
In a small suburban garden,
Not a single neighbor knows our name.
I know the woman wishes we could move somewhere,
Where the houses aren't all the same.
She says, "Jesse, won't you take me where the grass is greener,
I really couldn't say where it may be.
Somewhere high on a mountaintop,
Or down by the deep, blue sea.
Chorus
There we....
Can do just as we please
It ain't...
Nothin' but a breeze.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Looking forward
Some things coming up that I'm looking forward to:
Friday night: a date with Josh to hear his bride play professionally. She's really good, y'all.
Monday: Opening Day.
Starting the last concert cycle.
Consistent 60+ degree temps.
Having the "final" concert DONE!
Friday night: a date with Josh to hear his bride play professionally. She's really good, y'all.
Monday: Opening Day.
Starting the last concert cycle.
Consistent 60+ degree temps.
Having the "final" concert DONE!
Monday, March 26, 2007
The emperor's new clothes
I must say that this has been a fairly torturous time for me and for the students I see on a daily basis. First, there was talk on the streets about a rumored retirement. Then we produced a poster announcing a special celebration concert in honor of the retirement. Then students and their families received a letter, requesting that they contribute to the celebration and the newly "named" scholarship fund, based on said retirement. But still, there was no no open acknowledgement that the retirement will happen (from the retiree-to-be), nor that there are really solid, exciting plans for this program's immediate future. Students have shared their concern about not really knowing, but the comments are more focused on how "we can help celebrate." Isn't that just like young people?...to rise to the occasion and - when the chips are down - step up and do the right and the most positive thing possible?!
The resulting feeling is of suppressed excitement. I am excited for a great opportunity, and the students are excited for something new, different. I am excited for my partner-in-crime for this venture; I feel proud that I was able to recruit someone so talented and enthusiastic. I am excited for my mentor who will begin a new (and more than likely) equally productive part of his life.....off campus.
I am pushing the issue in a private home "intervention" later this week. The wife of the retiree supports me, and we are working on helping the Emperor to enjoy his new digs.
The resulting feeling is of suppressed excitement. I am excited for a great opportunity, and the students are excited for something new, different. I am excited for my partner-in-crime for this venture; I feel proud that I was able to recruit someone so talented and enthusiastic. I am excited for my mentor who will begin a new (and more than likely) equally productive part of his life.....off campus.
I am pushing the issue in a private home "intervention" later this week. The wife of the retiree supports me, and we are working on helping the Emperor to enjoy his new digs.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Air un-fare
On two occasions within the last 3 weeks a generally solid low-cost provider has jacked around with their pricing structure. The first occasion caused me to lay out $250 more than the originally quoted price for this. The second instance, just today, has caused a similar jump in an expected trip back home for Memorial Day. It's OK if you want to charge an arm-and-a-leg for bare bones service. Just don't post one price one day, and then yank it up more than 2 bills overnight. Sumbeach.
This really puts the "Kai-bosch" on some (more than usual) summer fun.
This really puts the "Kai-bosch" on some (more than usual) summer fun.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Spring Broken
2:43pm eastern
Waiting in the Charlotte airport for a connection that was apparently delayed into ATL, which was then to come and fetch us. As a result of today’s Midwestern meteorological calamity, my connection to Suds City will be missed, with my only alternative out late tonight. The positive spin is that my Spring Break gets extended by just that much. I am eager to solidify plans with my dear friends in the intermediate city, and hope that I can work in some welcomed face-time during the 4-5 hour layover.
2:56pm eastern
Just off the poor cell connection with my parentals, with a mother that can’t comprehend the difference between a delay and a cancellation. (sigh.) More waiting. Gonna people watch.
Potent notables from folks waiting for the same flight:
3:15pm eastern
The advocate matter-of-factly reports that “we have a plane; well, at least that’s a start. Hegh, hegh, hegh….” I will be boarding in Zone 4. Gee, thanks Rare-tran.
Enroute to ATL
Not much to report. Cran-Apple juice, pocket/personal Yahtzee (not at all like “pocket pool”), and XM Ch. 142 to stay on top of the games. 43 minutes from wheels-up to touch-down.
4:42pm eastern
Got to the gate desk, expecting to re-book, as my original MKE connection was due out at 3:45pm. They said to scramble 6 gates down and see if I could jump on, as it was only then departing. Apparently their computers had not updated in a while, as it had already pushed back and was taxiing out. I am re-booked to depart at 9:10pm, local.
4 hour lay-over
Is there a better place for a UGA guy to get a lay-over? I was whisked by the other two top 3 contenders (see Bracket this standings, 2007.03.23, 11:41pm, central) off to a fine establishment in Greater Hot-lanna for beers, food, and the best company that I could possibly ask for. Serendipity…good BDB tune and truly appropriate to the occasion. Thank you, friends. That experience made me feel that distance is more virtual in friendship now more than ever.
9:29pm eastern
The best lesson in urban sprawl is a clear evening perspective of the lights of Atlanta from about 6000 ft. Crazy.
10:10pm central
Touchdown! The PAT was good as well: my bag never got transferred to the later flight, but had arrived to MKE on the flight I had originally booked. It had been patiently waiting for me on the suitcase merry-go-round. Picked it up, and out the door to my waiting ride. Back to the grind tomorrow.
Waiting in the Charlotte airport for a connection that was apparently delayed into ATL, which was then to come and fetch us. As a result of today’s Midwestern meteorological calamity, my connection to Suds City will be missed, with my only alternative out late tonight. The positive spin is that my Spring Break gets extended by just that much. I am eager to solidify plans with my dear friends in the intermediate city, and hope that I can work in some welcomed face-time during the 4-5 hour layover.
2:56pm eastern
Just off the poor cell connection with my parentals, with a mother that can’t comprehend the difference between a delay and a cancellation. (sigh.) More waiting. Gonna people watch.
Potent notables from folks waiting for the same flight:
- UNC-Charlotte softball team. Lots of wind pants and ponytails. Not a bad place to be.
- The advocate. A lady wearing a denim jumper (sorry that I know what that is) who feels compelled to look up from her Barbara Taylor Bradford and periodically announce any piece of information related to our flight or some other cul-de-sac babble that she feels is worth clucking about.
- Plane jockey. The pilot who has been hovering around our gate’s service desk and does not feel the need to remove his spiffy, (just well enough) worn leather pilot’s jacket. Complete with shoulder adornments and braids at the wrists. God Bless America. [editorial edition: turned out to be the right-seat]
- Rasta mon. Just wanted to note the truly “authentic” fellow wearing the African tri-color and dreadlocks.
3:15pm eastern
The advocate matter-of-factly reports that “we have a plane; well, at least that’s a start. Hegh, hegh, hegh….” I will be boarding in Zone 4. Gee, thanks Rare-tran.
Enroute to ATL
Not much to report. Cran-Apple juice, pocket/personal Yahtzee (not at all like “pocket pool”), and XM Ch. 142 to stay on top of the games. 43 minutes from wheels-up to touch-down.
4:42pm eastern
Got to the gate desk, expecting to re-book, as my original MKE connection was due out at 3:45pm. They said to scramble 6 gates down and see if I could jump on, as it was only then departing. Apparently their computers had not updated in a while, as it had already pushed back and was taxiing out. I am re-booked to depart at 9:10pm, local.
4 hour lay-over
Is there a better place for a UGA guy to get a lay-over? I was whisked by the other two top 3 contenders (see Bracket this standings, 2007.03.23, 11:41pm, central) off to a fine establishment in Greater Hot-lanna for beers, food, and the best company that I could possibly ask for. Serendipity…good BDB tune and truly appropriate to the occasion. Thank you, friends. That experience made me feel that distance is more virtual in friendship now more than ever.
9:29pm eastern
The best lesson in urban sprawl is a clear evening perspective of the lights of Atlanta from about 6000 ft. Crazy.
10:10pm central
Touchdown! The PAT was good as well: my bag never got transferred to the later flight, but had arrived to MKE on the flight I had originally booked. It had been patiently waiting for me on the suitcase merry-go-round. Picked it up, and out the door to my waiting ride. Back to the grind tomorrow.
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