The Church of the Past_Bach to the Future_Donnie and Glover_Sinatra on the Lawn
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The Church of the Past
The Church of the PastThe year was 2016、 My wife and I were taking a drive in the country with no particular destination in mind, open to anything that we might find and explore. But, as we would suspect sometime later, perhaps there was more to it than mere travellers' whim. Perhaps the word 'destination' contains the word 'destiny'.We had driven down country roadswww.onedoor.cc for about half an hour when we saw something that caught our interest. The little church stood proudly at the southwest corner of the crossroads of the village of Everette. It had probably been there before any of the buildings ...
Bach to the Future
Moog Music Factory,Asheville, North Carolina,April 6th, 1980Demonstrating prototypes to money grubbing shareholders was never Steve Masakowski’s strong suit--but this product spoke for itself. It was radical. Audacious. Tubular, even. Today, he was introducing the Moog Liberation Keytar.'Pretty soon, pop stars will be wielding the Liberation onstage. It will provide keyboardists the freedom to move and dance while they play like never before.' Steve said.After tightening the final screws on the keytar's plastic casing, he stood back from the workbench smugly. ‘There she is. Any questions?'Nobo...
Donnie and Glover
Donnie went to Cambodia for the weekend. Dumbest trip I’d ever heard of. We live in the Midwest- meaning he’d get to be on Cambodian soil for all of, like, I dunno, six hours before turning back.But he found one of those super saver deals. Four eighty-nine for a roundtrip ticket. I told him, Donnie- for that price, it’s gonna be uncomfortable, man, it’s gonna be like sixteen hours in a middle seat smelling bad breath on both sides. And what if you get stuck with some of those no shoes people? Forget the breath, Donnie, that’s over half a day of toenail fungus sticking it’s ripe fungusy butt r...
Sinatra on the Lawn
Maureen, she’s done it again.I looked outside this morning and he’s missing. Frank is missing. This is the third time this month. Every day I live in fear of that woman stealing an innocent lawn statue just to get back at me, because I told her I didn’t like her peach cobbler.Francine has lived across the street from me for thirty years and we’ve never had a problem until she invited me over a few days before Thanksgiving to try her peach cobbler. Now, truthfully, the cobbler was mushy. I don’t like throwing the word ‘mushy’ around, but that’s what it was. It was mushy. I thought she was servi...