Ready for the weekend? I’m trying to pretend that the phrase means something more than “Saturday’s prophylactic bathroom sink-plunging session” these days. (Sans jujitsu, that’s how I get my aggressions out.)
This one’s for Mikal. After all, there was some good in the “Good Old Days.”
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He’s in that Bob Dylan category of artists that I don’t mind admitting are geniuses, but I really don’t care to listen to them sing.
Yet I like my Rush, so go figure.
Well put, Smitty.