I was talking to our neighbors down the street while their dogs were yapping away. I took this shot and our neighbor said, “Oh you’d like pictures of our dogs?” I can give you hundreds of pictures of our dogs”. I said no thanks but then I got to thinking what that would be like. I could make a scrapbook of them like I did with pictures the former owner of our house left here. He had a wandering telephoto that sought out women’s butts. I break the scrapbook out at parties if the mood is right.
Bruce O’Neal is the best tree surgeon in town but I bet he wouldn’t want to be called a surgeon. He stopped over to look at a few our dead limbs and he was talking about his daughter going to school for nursing and then switching to criminal justice. His advice to her – “Money does grow on trees.” Our trees.
Next blog please. So Many Records has an sensational entry up there now, “He Cried” by the Shangri-Las, an over the top song with Incredible production. It was fun hear Peggi singing along as I gave it a spin. Why can’t they make like this anymore.
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I need a tree guy to cut up a big limb that fell into my mother’s backyard.