Cool The Engines
Finally, it's over. After months of anticipation, reams of official documents, and hours of heavy lifting, TechRen Enterprises (hey! that's me!) has relocated to a new house, a hefty 5.6 miles from the old house.
You never realize how much junk you've accumulated until time comes to transport all of it to some other Place For Your Stuff(TM). And I'm never gonna do this again! Next time, I'm selling the house with everything in it, and I'll buy all new stuff when I get to where I'm going. No More Moving Stuff! Okay, I'll take the computers and the C.W. albums, tapes, CDs, posters, &c., but nothing else.
When I'm travelling, I pack lightly. A couple pairs of jeans, two or three shirts and t-shirts, and enough shorts and socks to get me through a week; and it all fits in a small leather bag. What more does a guy need? Other the other hand, my Opposite Half (a.k.a. 'Lisa') requires two or three suitcases, and still she runs out of space for her portable electric beauty tools and bottles of girl goo. C'est la vie. (That's French for "oh, well".)
Surfin' With The Rubber Duck
Where in the world is C.W. McCall? [Hint: if the name isn't obvious, search the page for the word 'mccall'.]
- The West's Best Burgers includes the "Construction Burger" from Papillon's in Ouray.
- Photographer Chris Buck gave an interview to Popped and demonstrated that he's a C.W. fan.
- For those people who contend that C.W. McCall recorded some of the worst songs ever, here's a review of a record label that compares C.W. McCall to The Beatles.
- The Moron's Almanac recognizes the Number One status of "Convoy", and notices something odd about the Bee Gees.
- According to this bit of gossip, "The World's Greatest Living Songwriter" has his own opinion on who really deserves that title.
Song A’ Th’ Week
Fall must be here. Two weeks ago, here in McHenry, we had a few days with temperatures in the 80s (Fahrenheit, fortunately). Yesterday (Sunday) the high temperature was 79°F, and there was a brief thunderstorm in the early evening. Today's high is expected to be in the 60s. And Tuesday? The upper 40s. That's right, four-zero. Time to unpack the sweaters.
September is a time of change. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, the weather is cooling, crop harvesting is underway, and visions of snowflakes are dancing through the heads of ski resort operators. The good news: it's Spring in Australia!
So let's reflect on the loss of Summer, and the fun that was. By the way, if you want to know what this song is really about, see the note at the bottom of the lyrics page.
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
From the album Wolf Creek Pass.