Tarnished gold
Lost in a retro moment here. Put on a hits album from the Box Tops (they had a string of records when I was in high school) and realized that they still “had it”, even though I’d ignored them for decades. Probably a lot more of that kind of tarnished gold around here. Obviously, I’m here with the dog, who doesn’t ever complain about my choice of music.
Putting more names to names; that’s what genealogists do. No chance of ever meeting the majority of the folk involved. There’s a simple satisfaction (albeit sedentary) that comes from finding the upstream ancestors of others… that jigsaw puzzle analogy fits best. I believe that my skills are improving all the time, but that might be due more to the advances made by the keepers of the records. Put it all online: I can figure out a different security question when some bank or other wants proof of me being me in the absence of biometrics.
Maybe I should watch a movie, given that I’m in charge of choice for another couple of hours. The rest of the gang have gone to some resto-crawl in the city as a celebration of concurrent birthdays. Do I miss the option to check out menus? Nah…
In the odd news column, a buckknife has turned up in California. Actually, it was recovered, years ago, and pocketed by a policeman that later decided it might have trophy value. Something to do with OJ. Of course, we know he was innocent; proven in a court of law, etc.
