Morning, blues and Big Eleven
This morning, around 7:30, Sarah calls me on her way to work to say that she spied an old blues man, in his 70s or 80s, with a guitar strapped to him, strolling around Big Eleven Lake and pausing every couple of seconds to tune up. Kansas City is grand.
We had a baby doc visit yesterday afternoon. Doc predicted Junior would weigh in at 8 lbs, 10 ozs.
I would like to see A Scanner Darkly...but it ain't playing here...suckas.
(Did you download that TVOTR yet?)