The Good Old Guy
What better day that the 14th of February to confess that I am getting mushy in my old age? It has to be true. When I started posting to this blog all those years ago it seems that every other post was an outlet for my unrepentant nastiness. Maybe it is the whitening of my thinning hair, my failing vision, achy joints and the lessening of my testosterone levels, but I don’t feel quite so outraged about things any more.
I did an article earlier that made people think that the ‘Good Old Guy” had returned, but it was merely an ember of my previous self. Do I miss my days of rage? Not really; I barely remember them. Just like I used to like the angry Neil Young better than his present sappy self, but now the sappy Neil Young doesn’t even bother me. So bite me!
As a further sign of my on-going mellowing process ( I won’t call it contrition) I will give credit where credit is due today. I say here and today that Cynthia Price has incredible musical taste and her radio shows are composed of the most interesting music that goes out over the air waves in this community.