Yet another misical interlude.

My sister was born in the 50s, and grew to her teen years in Britain during the height of the era of the Beatles and Stones. She was consumed by the desire to experience the hype of the 1960s that we all saw on TV, but her fate was to arrive back in the states too late in the day. The hippie thing was mostly over by then, killed by commercialization, and Charlie Manson, and the realization that the problems of the world were probably too complicated to be solved by free love and LSD. She tried to act out the part though, and it didn't go over well with our dad, who'd grown up during the depression, seemingly on another planet from his children. They eventually had a huge shouting match, the biggest of many, over something stupid.

At the age of 20 or so, going to college and still living at home with the folks, she went and spent the weekend with her boyfriend in San Antonio. Dad hit the roof, and called her a whore for doing it, and she got back at him by leaving, hitting the road with that very same boyfriend, who turned out (of course) to be a complete asshole. Over the next five or six years, she lived through as much of the ugly, drug addled hard scrabble of that hippie life as a well raised princess could manage. She came home eventually, after acquiring a bit more wisdom, with a few cats and a lot of emotional scars, and tried to be a big shot and turn her little brother on to a lot of stupid things. About the only success she had was in introducing me to having a cat, and the music of people like Neil Young and Joni Mitchell. What a gift that was.

Do yourself a favor some time and check out Mitchell's live album Miles Of Isles. In the mean time, enjoy this little slide show, showing someones family, and enjoy Mitchell's tune Circle Game.



It's Friday again, and the Seniors down in Florence are going on a trip to 6 Flags, so I get to sleep in an extra hour. It's Friday, so you know where dad and I are headed for dinner. There's also an Air Show this weekend in Temple, so I'll be takin' the pop to see some of the old planes he once got to fly. We both get a big kick out of that. Maybe I'll post pictures of it later. Mom's decided we all need to go to Austin Saturday and eat Mexican Food, so we'll be headin' to Papasoto's. Enjoy your weekend. Mines lookin' goo so far.