The Value of Bud

90% of the value of Budweiser is their commercials.
http://www.angelfire.com/ak2/intelligencerreport/bud_lite.html

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Lost his head?

Really cool and unexplainable why quote from the N.Y. Times:

“12:40 p.m.

George Coetzee has lost his head at the U.S. Open.

The one on his driver.

The South African was teeing off on the long par-4 11th at Chambers Bay on Sunday when the head of his driver followed his ball right down the fairway. Coetzee was left to look quizzically at the shaft in his hands, wondering just what happened.

His playing partner, Jim Furyk, walked ahead and kindly picked the head off the turf and handed it to Coetzee, who still seemed unsure of how everything had come apart.

Since the club was damaged in the normal course of play, he was allowed to replace it.”

From the pictures this course looks like Scotland… or Mars. Fun. I did like trees before my Arthur Itis seized me joints up enough to make golf grief stricken. But when we see the sport at its roots, UK Land, it just seems right to not need L.A. style foliage. L.A. may look like this soon unless Al Gore comes to the rescue and changes the weather. We all know he can do it…. so baby get to it.

BTW, we are watching The Natural, a baseball movie with Robert Redford. He hits the ball so hard the cover comes off. Life is good. An old man making the youngsters’ jaws drop.

Time to choose sides again

Decisions decisions! We’ve got to choose between Assad and ISIS because, well we can’t just sit here and be happy (As Country Joe McDonald said, “there’s plenty of money to be made.”). Ho w the hell do we choose between the Taliban and ISIS? There’s so much love either way.

Neo-Nazis of Kiev or Russia’s pals in the east. Israeli tanks, bulldozers and bombers or Palestinian bottle rockets and rocks.

Or… how about this. Mind our own business. Seems like a worthy alternative.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/world/asia_pacific/taliban-warns-islamic-state-to-stay-out-of-afghanistan/2015/06/16/a88bafb8-1436-11e5-8457-4b431bf7ed4c_story.html?wprss=rss_asia-pacific

We had the Old Fashioned Sing-a-Long today

I should say Dawn had it. But I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Sometimes I think I go so I can be the youngest person somewhere for awhile. But no. It is a totally enjoyable experience and if younger people would quit being so snooty and uptight they might find the joy in singing in a group where it is all for fun with no judgement as to the quality of their singing, just appreciation for the glory of the family of man.

Today Hal showed up without Elaine. He was downhearted. She was in the nursing home. We went to see Elaine after pizza with the kids, who were heading back to Southern Iowa after a weekend visit. Time is so dear.

Elaine was talking out of her head and crying. Confused. And Desperate. I’m not one to brag, but Dawn sang three songs and talked with Elaine and by the time we left she smiled and said goodby.

A quote from my friend Zephyr sums it up pretty well: “Without you, me and them there ain’t no we and without we there is nothing.”

Some contribute more than others. But that’s OK.

Lovin’ the Local Scene

They say to be an expert you need to come from a distance away. I was an expert once. I moved here from Montana in 1977. Now I don’t know much. I haven’t been an expert for almost 40 years.

But having spent my youth in California, I got to know some people who could be experts right where they lived. I knew Albert King and Charley Musselwhite, a couple legendary blues musicians.

Life is too short to ever miss a Municipal Band concert in Hampton. Chris Sauke and the band are experts right here, bringing composer’s works to life in a place that just seems made for it. The talent doesn’t stop there. Featured soloists and small groups serve up the icing on the cake of these weekly concerts we share as a community.

One thing that occurred to me as I bopped along to a march last Tuesday was how this scene wasn’t unique at all. All over the world there are communities sharing their talents, taking some time from their efforts at survival to enjoy the talents of friends and neighbors.

The opening act Tuesday night was the Sarah Dunn Band. I couldn’t get off work early enough to hear them. I noticed that they were packing up and driving off as the Municipal Band played. That’s too bad. I know Albert King or Charley Musselwhite would have never walked out on the acts for who they opened. They would have stayed to show respect for fellow musicians and perhaps learn something.

I have to admit, I’m no fan of the commercial formulaic brand of country music popular today but I hold nothing against it. After all, I believe the market is the best way to determine winners and losers. Maybe I’m just a crotchety old man remembering the good old days but I think I’m not all wrong. Lack of respect is making this a less enjoyable world. I can’t imagine that I’m the only one who noticed Ms. Dunn’s band’s lack of interest in our hometown musicians.

Maybe that is what professional musicians have become. I hear a lot of complaints about the “all about me” attitude. And I think it has a lot to do with the squeeze that the welfare / warfare state is putting on ordinary people. So much spending is no longer directed by the market that all the inefficiencies have stagnated the economy in unseen ways. To make up for that people must cut corners and it is manifested in rudeness.

To buck that trend let’s continue to resist the temptation to hurriedly dismiss the efforts of our neighbors. I don’t care if I’m no longer an expert. I like it here.