I still don't think anything about the comment but I do like how quick some people are:
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Burnt, Fried, and Set Aside
While walking past the McDonald's at Vanderbilt Hospital, I overheard a middle-aged lady talking to an elderly woman with a walker.
Younger lady: "How 'bout McDonald's?"
Elderly lady: "Naw. If you eat there, you have to sit down twice."
Younger lady: "How 'bout McDonald's?"
Elderly lady: "Naw. If you eat there, you have to sit down twice."
Monday, March 17, 2008
The New Phonebooks Are Here!
I just looked my name up in the white pages & found that I am listed as
Gerald R & R Hager.
It wasn't someone else, it was me; had my address & everything. I gotta find out who I know at the phone company & buy them a beer.
Gerald R & R Hager.
It wasn't someone else, it was me; had my address & everything. I gotta find out who I know at the phone company & buy them a beer.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
A Nashville Legend Passes
Usually, people fall asleep listening to stories about other people's pets. But, then again, not that many pet credentials include 'National Recording Artist'. BB really was a session musician. His work can be heard on Tom Mason's Where Shadows Fall & the upcoming Joe Nolan album Blue Turns Black. I dog-shit you not.
Unfortunately, his last work will be released posthumously. Yesterday, we had to have him put down. He was a great friend over the last 12 years. He loved being buried in leaves & snow, having a shop-vac run over his fur, & eating walnuts. I took to him because he didn't mind the smell of my cigar. In his declining years, he was perhaps a little less affectionate, but still, the most patient dog I've ever known.
I never got him that male-symbol ID tag, but I think he had a little more class than that.
For those of you who knew him, I thought you'd like to know. For those of you who didn't, here are a few pictures of him in the studio.
Unfortunately, his last work will be released posthumously. Yesterday, we had to have him put down. He was a great friend over the last 12 years. He loved being buried in leaves & snow, having a shop-vac run over his fur, & eating walnuts. I took to him because he didn't mind the smell of my cigar. In his declining years, he was perhaps a little less affectionate, but still, the most patient dog I've ever known.
I never got him that male-symbol ID tag, but I think he had a little more class than that.
For those of you who knew him, I thought you'd like to know. For those of you who didn't, here are a few pictures of him in the studio.
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