42 bullseyes!
And with a different, more intense 9mm.
It actually sort of scared the heck out of me— how loud it was. But my private instructor said my aim was incredible for how new I was. (4th time on the range.)
Now I basically just have to practice more, to get comfortable with it. But I did finally learn how to load the gun!😆
The 7 circled areas are multiple bullseyes of 5 or more bullets.
I’ll be heading out to the shooting range in a couple of hours. For my private lesson. I am really hoping to figure out what the heck I’m doing with these handguns, gang. If I can finally figure out how to at least LOAD THE BULLETS, I should be in really good shape!
Now, when I watch a TV show where people are using handguns and shooting really fast, I think: Nope, I’d be dead already. I’d still be trying to figure out which direction to squeeze the bullet down into the loading thingie…
Anyway!
Yesterday was a cool day.
I worked on the script for about 2 1/2 hours over the phone with Peitor.
And here’s subtle hint of what happens in the new opening teaser:
And we’ll be working again later this afternoon, but until then, there’s not much I can really do, typing-wise, so I was finally able to watch a movie online that I’d been trying to make time for this past month.
A guy I follow on Instagram had sent me the link and wow, was it a fun movie.
A classic from Japan, 1963, “The Elegant life of Mr. Everyman“, directed by Kihachi Okamoto. A satirical comedy, in English subtitles.
You can watch it free, online, HERE.
And yesterday afternoon, I was looking for a poetry book in my many bookshelves — looking for a specific poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (I found it), but while looking for the book, I found a different poetry book that I’d forgotten about. I’ve had it forever and I really love it:
But when I opened the inside cover, I was astounded to see that I had bought the book when I was 15 years old! (At the full price of $1.95!!) I’ve had this book for 50 years!
(That was my name prior to 2 marriages. I can’t believe I ever had such neat handwriting. My handwriting now is a sort of scrawl.)
Anyway. I loved this book because it has both the English and French versions of each poem, so it helped me learn French. (By age 15, I had already been studying it for 6 years. ) (And as of this morning, I’ve been studying French for 56 years…)
Such incredible poets are in this anthology:
And while looking over this book again, and after having seen another classic Japanese film yesterday (I have seen many over the years), it struck me that I have always done stuff like this and that I’ve had an incredible life. In the world in my mind, anyway.
You know, I don’t want to sound like a snob, but the other night at the memorial dinner at the yacht club, I was quietly appalled that I was the only person at a table of 11 adults who could read and speak French.
No one else at the table could read or pronounce the French wine labels on the wine menu.
What the heck happened? When I was growing up, most of us studied French at school. Some kids chose Spanish or German, but the larger portion of students chose to study French. The French club at my Junior High School was huge. We watched French films, learned popular French songs, went out to French restaurants, even went out Christmas caroling and sang carols “en francais”!! It’s just so strange to me that this part of our culture has also fallen away.
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Okay, before I forget —
Yesterday afternoon, il donaldo trumpo posted a popcorn meme. And then another popcorn meme last evening. So I guess, get ready. For something intense. And remember that we’re watching a movie:
“READY TO ROCK ANOTHER WEEK!!!😎🇺🇸🥳🥳🥳”
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And also, the White House sent out a general message yesterday to text the word AMERICA to (202)-933-9934 to receive direct updates on everything that’s going on in the White House.
I’d suggest doing it because I’m getting the feeling that things are going to be getting intense. Still wondering what’s going to happen on April 2nd… (Liberation Day)
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Nick Cave has added more dates to his upcoming European Solo Tour w/bass player.
Buy tickets here! (You should probably hurry because a ton of these shows have sold out.)
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And I think that’s it for now!
Enjoy your Monday wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Here’s some great music from the soundtrack of “Yojimbo” (1961). Yet another film I saw many, many, many years ago. Enjoy!!
Yes, it’s raining, but it still feels like Spring so a few of the windows are open, the cats are ecstatic and sitting in the open windows, and I’m feeling kinda happy ! Yay.
The “wow” part does not come from Phil’s post last night.
It comes, instead, from those 4 pages of notes from Peitor yesterday, regarding changes to the TV pilot script — his notes were incredible, gang. Honestly.
I was reading them over yesterday evening and wondering where the heck these ideas had suddenly come from because they were perfect. Story-wise. They are exactly what we need to tighten the story.
So I am just super excited about that, gang.
I will be chatting with him in about an hour and then my world will return to typing nonstop. But that’s okay, because I feel excited again.
Even though I was really tired yesterday — physically and emotionally and mentally — I had another great day with my 94-year-old Japanese client.
We went out for sashimi at Peony Bistro.
And I have to stress again how welcoming their staff is to us. They are always so friendly as we come wobbling in — well, I don’t wobble, I walk really slowly because I am supporting him as he wobbles in on his wooden leg, with his cane, as we undertake the slow process of finally arriving.
And he was in such great spirits because he absolutely loves sashimi. And sake. (He always leaves there feeling “pleasantly intoxicated” but he says it in Japanese, which I can’t possibly spell or type.)
As an aside — sake is sort of sacred to him. His father was born on a sake rice farm. In 1870. The sake farm was somewhat prosperous, still, his father’s father felt he had too many mouths to feed so he gave his son away. Just gave him away. To a Buddhist priest in a small town just outside Hiroshima.
Giving children away back then seems to have been common, since my client’s mother had a similar — but worse — experience. She lived in Tokyo and her father sold her into prostitution.
Both his parents eventually made their way to NYC (where my client was born in 1930) and eventually became very prosperous. But that’s a whole other blog post because his father, in particular, had a really incredible life.
Anyway. We went and had sashimi and then we went back to the nature preserve by his house. It was a really nice day yesterday.
As another aside, I have to say that even though my client’s family is Japanese, there are some uncanny similarities between his family’s early life and my novel, Neptune & Surf. (In my novel, the family is Chinese, but from the same era, and they end up living in Brooklyn, on Surf Avenue, near the Coney Island Boardwalk.)
This is not a plug for my book, but if you haven’t read it, here’s a link. And here’s the eBook.
I have not told my client about this novel because he still has an extremely healthy libido so we are just not gonna go there. But I know for certain that if he did read Neptune & Surf he would be just as astounded as I am by the similarities.
My client does know I’m a writer, but I only talk vaguely about the plays and the screenplays. Nevertheless, he insists that I am an “incredible writer”, and that I wrote the Broadway play, “South Pacific” about eleven years before I was born.
He has a great sense of humor.
Okay, anyway!!! Enough of all this!!
Here’s a quick update from James Tabor, who is in Israel right now with Simcha Jacobovici, filming some upcoming episodes for “The Naked Archeologist”.
New Investigations of the 1st Century Skeletal Remains at Masada (15 mins):
I have to finish up the laundry now and then get ready for a marathon chat with Peitor about fixing the script.
I hope you have a wonderful Sunday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with this!
Driving-home-from-town music from yesterday!!
Such great memories — from the days when I was living down on E.12th Street, in the East Village, NYC, and working part-time, along with most of my friends, at the Museum of Modern Art in Midtown Manhattan. We all LOVED this song!( MoMA was such a great place back then. Sadly, it has changed a lot.)
Anyway!
David Johansen/Buster Poindexter — such a great song, and a great video!! “Hot Hot Hot” 1987. Enjoy, gang!!
Well, last evening was nothing like what I was anticipating (should I even say, hoping for?)
The dinner at the yacht club on Buckeye Lake, to honor the memory of Molly, one of my client’s who recently passed away — the food was great, the views were spectacular, the yacht club itself (established in 1906) was really rustic and welcoming. But there were too many of us seated at a huge round banquet table to make it easy to really share our memories of Molly.
Her husband did tell a few really wonderful stories about her, which captured her personality completely, but even he gave up after awhile because it was just too large a table to be easily heard and the room itself (Friday night) was really crowded and a bit noisy.
Anyway, I left there feeling a little out of sorts about all of it. And this morning, I woke up feeling like I was in a state of grieving, and not in a state of closure on anything. (You know how feeling grief about one thing can open a door to grief over a lot of other things? That’s how I woke up feeling at 4AM.)
However —
In yet another uncanny and eerie coincidence involving my 94-year-old Japanese client — about halfway through the dinner last night, I suddenly looked over at the wall (instead of at the lake outside the huge windows) and I saw a large memorial plaque mounted there.
I studied it for a moment until my mouth basically fell open. It was honoring the founder of the yacht club, back in 1906, and he was the father of the man who built the house my Japanese client currently lives in! Where he spent 20 wonderful years with his 2nd wife, the love of his life.
The very same midcentury modern ranch house wherein I sit with my client for many hours, several times a week. It is such a great house. (The man who built the house, the son of the founder of the yacht club, was an architect and city planner. He built it for himself and his own wife , back in 1957, and they raised 3 daughters in it. It is really a great house. I have described it here on the blog before.)
Anyway. I was sort of really just dumbfounded by the coincidence and at that point, I just wanted to get up and leave the yacht club. That feeling like “I got what I came for — beautiful yacht club led to the beautiful home that my favorite Japanese client calls paradise.”
So a lot of jumbled up feelings when I awoke this morning. At one point, I even started to cry, which really isn’t like me. But it had been an intense week for me, with clients really, really needing a lot of emotional support from me. I mean, a lot.
Still, this morning is rather beautiful. A strange look to the sky — perhaps related to the partial solar eclipse today? I don’t know.
But it was so peaceful as I was lying in bed. Birds singing. And it’s warm — in the low 70s Fahrenheit. My windows were open.
And the guy who takes care of my lawn all season starts cutting the grass today. So clearly, it’s Spring. So I was able to find a new perspective and get my day underway.
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Peitor has already sent me 4 pages of script notes this morning — for me to go over when I get home later today. He included a note that said something like, “If you could go over this so that by Sunday we can talk about it. Then we can just pull a few scenes out and make some quick changes — the script should be done in a few days.”
His concept of some changes taking “a few days” —
— and my experience telling me “theses changes are a TON of work” –usually don’t really jibe–
But we shall see, gang! And, as usual, time is of the essence around here.
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Okay.
Enjoy your partial-solar-eclipse Saturday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Okay, I got through the hardest part of the week and the next two days will be (probably) really nice! (Back-to-back shifts with my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man!)
This evening is the dinner to honor that client of mine who passed away recently, whom I just adored. It’s at the yacht club on Buckeye Lake:
And then tomorrow, my Japanese client and I will be returning to our favorite place for lunch — Peony Bistro. For sashimi and eerily uncanny fortune cookies!! (Which he refuses to read. “Eerie” and “uncanny” clearly are of no interest to him!) (BTW, the staff there are all Asian and treat him with so much respect, it is really such a pleasure to go there.)
Then I have THREE (!!) days off!! One day, will include my private instruction here:
And the rest of the time will be spent sitting at my desk, consulting with Peitor, who is back home in Nice, France, as we go over the changes we want to make to the pilot script before sending it off to the producers who are waiting to read it!!
That’s my Business Address, btw — which I have never, ever seen… (yet)
Anyway. As long as I’m uploading a bunch of photos–
If you don’t follow me on instyagram (often spelled “Instagram” by people who are completely sober while typing), the last couple of days, I posted there about how I have now officially been in my house here in the Hinterlands for SEVEN years!! I can’t really believe this, gang. It seems like yesterday. But I listed in detail the things that have happened to me and the novels, short stories, scripts, that I’ve written here in the last 7 years (this does not count 4 1/2 years working tirelessly as a digital soldier for General Flynn in the 5G War…)
Anyway. Yesterday morning, I had the most astounding breakthrough.
When I first moved here, I bought this really cool tabletop jukebox and it has sat on my kitchen table ever since. I play CDs in it all the time. I love it. I really do. Because apparently I love living in the past whenever possible.
Yesterday, after 7 years of “sort of” trying to get its Blue Tooth feature to sync with my iPhone — I suddenly was able to do it! Just, like “presto change-o” it suddenly worked! I was thrilled!!!!
And this is the song I was playing on my iPhone (extremely loudly, as it turned out!) when the Blue Tooth suddenly kicked in — “Star Star (aka “Starfucker”) by the Rolling Stones, 1973:
This is a filthy dirty song, which I have owned since 1973, when I was 13, but only clearly heard the full lyrics to recently.
Back when they first released the song, the lyrics were purposely mixed really low and sort of garbled, so that the whole album wouldn’t get pulled for obscenity. They have since remastered it and the lyrics are now front and center, and easy to understand.
I find it both amusing and startling that I used to play this song on my little portable record player in my room all the time.
“Starfucker”
Baby, baby
I’ve been so sad since you’ve been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I’m gonna make you scream all night
Honey, honey
Call me on the telephone
I know you’re moving out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Gotta get you in their books
Lead guitars and movie stars
Get their tongues beneath your hood
[Chorus]
Yeah, you’re a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star
Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids
That’s what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kinda cute
I bet you keep your pussy clean
Honey, I miss your two tongue kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York, girl
Gonna make you scream all night
[Chorus]
Yeah, you’re a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For giving head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
Falling through the silver screen
Honey, I’m open to anything
I don’t know where to draw the line
Yeah, I’m making bets that you gonna get
Your man before he dies
[Chorus]
Yeah, you’re a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star
c – 1973 Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
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Regarding Phil’s car video last evening — I don’t know, gang. It is, of course, really hard to know just what he’s saying here. Especially since the mods on his private chat, directed us to one of his recent lives where he cryptically tried to tell us exactly when the EBS was coming and why.
And because of that, I get the sense that something pre-planned is coming, to wake people up. I wonder if it has anything to do with this thing Trump keeps saying about how April 2nd will be our liberation day? And about how the release of the Crossfire Hurricane docs will finally show that the 2020 election was stolen?
Anyway. Here’s the link to Phil’s video if you haven’t already seen it. (6 minutes). I can’t link you to his private chat, though.
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Okay!! I think I better scoot!
Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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On Wednesday night, there was a tribute to Patti Smith at Carnegie Hall. Here are just a few of the many musicians who performed– Allison Mosshart, Flea, and Johnny Depp (7 mins):
The TV pilot pitch is going very well in France today, gang!!
I will keep you posted!!
I might not be able to post tomorrow morning, though, because I have an early shift. We’ll see.
Meanwhile, a selfie from Peitor at Series Mania today!
Okay! Have a great evening.🥰🥂I love you guys. See ya.
A little chilly, but SUPER sunny! And my shift today is with my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man!!
I never, ever know what lays ahead when I first enter his kitchen each morning, but without fail, the journey he and I undertake together (mostly to the past) winds up, by the end of my shift, being astounding.
I always learn something new about him, of course, but also about myself, and usually about life, in general.
He was married twice — first, to a young Japanese woman, who was studying piano at Julliard when they met in NYC in the mid-1950s (she was friends with — an as yet unknown — Yoko Ono, and so the 3 of them would have lunch together in Greenwich Village!! You know, how cool is that?). They ended up having 4 children together — 2 in NYC, and then 2 more were born when they lived in Tokyo. One of the children, a son, very, very tragically died several years ago, but from that son came 4 grandchildren.
He was then married a second time, late in life — to a Latvian woman whose family came to the US as refugees during WWII. This second wife was the absolute love of his life. The house is still full of her essence, her world, her photos, her books, her music & movies. She seems like she was a really wonderful woman, full of life.
She passed away 6 years ago, but they were together for just over 20 years. I’m bringing all this up, because my client believes that this wife, her spirit, is what brought me into his life. And I tell you what, gang — I feel that way, too. I really do. I always smile and quietly say hello to her every time I let myself in through her kitchen door.
Anyway! Wow. I digress!
All I was really going to say is that it is a great morning over here in the Hinterlands.
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Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand File yesterday morning that was very interesting. It was one of the few RHFs that I didn’t agree with — mostly because I thought he was being too hard on himself. But also because I think it is up to each individual to discover what the purpose of his or her life is.
But it was still really interesting. It dealt with dividing one’s focus between being an artist, and having a spouse and family. He said, in part:
“You wonder whether this is a mental illness. I believe it is. The artistic impulse is an exquisite derangement – like drugs, like love, like faith, like grief – a complete and full-force commandeering of the body and the heart. It is a kind of possession, a thrilling seduction, an enchantment, as the ink and paint flow and dance. So demonically exhilarating is this sensation that we think – “This must be the purpose of life!”
But, John, it is not….”
(You can read it in full here.)
Basically, I don’t agree with anything he said there. But it did give me a lot of interesting things to think about, in relation to my own life as a writer.
If you are a loyal reader of this lofty blog, then you no doubt recall that I really, really wanted to have children when I was younger. But I went through 2 marriages to men who either did not want children or couldn’t have children, and this was really, really hard for me to come to terms with.
I did come to terms with it over time, because, in hindsight, I know I would have been a terrible mom. My writing meant everything to me — whether it was my songwriting, or my fiction writing. And I would have ended up being really short-tempered and tightly wound most of the time because i would have wanted to give my all to ALL things. But more importantly, I would have wanted my privacy. Constantly. My own world to write in.
If you’ve ever read Virginia Woolf’s classic essay, A Room of One’s Own (1929)– about how “a woman must have money and a room of her own to write fiction.” I read that book in 1983 and it has continually rung true for me throughout my life — needing a room of my own (i.e. “Marilyn’s Room”). Throw the reality of caring for children into that mix, and my mind probably would have exploded. I would have wanted to give 100% to all things, and it can’t be done.
Anyway. I enjoyed reading that Red Hand File very much because it gave me a lot to think about!
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Okay! I gotta scoot!!! BUT– before I scoot!! Peitor is getting some very interested responses to our TV series pitch over there at Series Mania in France! So we will have a ton of work to do when he gets back early next week.
Meanwhile.
Enjoy your Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I love this photo!
Sort of like “destiny awaiting me”! Times Square in 1960 — the year I was born!! (I lived a block from here for a couple of years in the early 80s, during my first marriage.)
Running late and have to get to my early client — another long shift but usually an easy one!
A splendid, sunny morning here today, gang. I hope it’s the same wherever you are in the world!
Have a terrific Tuesday! I’ll be back tomorrow.
Thanks for visiting!
I love you guys. See ya!
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This could very well be my driving to town music!!! We shall soon see!🥰
Well, the good news is that I got 3 unbelievably great bullseyes.
The bad news is that they gave me a different type of Glock 9mm today — a Luger — a style I hadn’t used before, and it was way over my head. I think you have to have gigantic gorilla paws — or something equally powerful — to get that gun to do anything. My hands simply were not strong enough to even load the gun.
Literally, I could barely load the gun. I managed to get 4 bullets loaded on three different tries. And the 4th bullet — I couldn’t get it to fire, or even get it out of the gun in order to start over.
It was so frustrating.
And the range was really crowded this morning. All the lanes were full. That alone triggers my autism — all those people. Meaning that I go way deep into my protective psychological shell. And I almost immediately lose the ability to communicate.
Plus, the instructor was really busy since so many people were there, so I couldn’t keep calling him over to help me load the darn gun — one bullet at a time, no less!
And it was doubly frustrating because those 3 bullets I did fire were the best bullseyes I’d had yet.
Long story short — I left the range after 4 bullets. But the good news is — I signed up for a session of private instruction. For next week. So maybe I can finally learn how to load whichever darn gun they give me, and how to tell the difference between guns that I can or can’t handle. And probably a whole bunch of other stuff that hasn’t even occurred to me yet!
We shall soon see!!
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In other good news!!
WOW, gang, is my house CLEAN!!
I was at it for about 6 solid hours yesterday. But every room is finally clean. And, most importantly, my guest room and the entire upstairs, is finally back to normal.
Such a great feeling. You know — bring on Easter, because the Spring cleaning is done!!!!
And that Bissell carpet shampooer — I know I keep saying it, but, wow, gang, is it a great machine. I am so glad I finally decided to buy it. It is mind boggling, how easy it is to use (it requires absolutely no bullets), and it does such a great job.
Anyway, so part of my life is working out okay!
Meanwhile, I still have the rest of the day off, and Peitor is still at Series Mania in France, so there is nothing pressing to do with the script right now, and I can just relax.
I’m trying to remember the last time I relaxed…. Hmmm. Nothing’s coming.
So I’m going to take advantage of the downtime today. Because as soon as Peitor is back home in Nice, we will have a ton of revisions to do.
And life goes on.
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Okay! Enjoy what’s left of your Monday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Keith Richards Discusses Heroin, Drug Deals & Guns. (53 seconds)
The sun is almost sort of out, and a clean house is already getting underway here, gang.
I’ve done 2 loads of laundry so far, a little vacuuming, dusting — and now I’m taking a break to post here.
These are some of the cool things that happened during the week, when I was working nonstop:
For some inexplicable reason, Best Western motels insisted I take a pre-approved travel rewards credit card with a sort of “high limit” (for me, that is — fresh from my 2-year anniversary of declaring bankruptcy). So I said, “Okay!! I’d be happy to!!”
I already had one special credit card set aside for trips to NYC, but it doesn’t have travel rewards. I took this new offer as a sign that I might be traveling again soon! Just like the old days, gang. Traveling! It made me feel really happy.
Also: the husband of my client who died recently — the client I just adored — sent out an invitation to all of us who were caregivers for his wife — a dinner at the yacht club on Buckeye Lake, to honor her. I’m so excited. I can’t wait. It’s this Friday night. It’s about 30 miles from me. The food there is fantastic.
Every time I pass by the freeway exit to their house, I still miss them both so much. I can’t wait to see the husband again and just be with people who knew his precious and wonderful wife. Every time I think of that upcoming dinner, I can see her smiling in my mind’s eye.
Also: The insurance guy came by, to finalize my Medicare stuff and my long-term care insurance — and he got me a great deal for long-term care. This means a lot to me, since I know how much it costs to have someone like me come to your house every day. And/or how expensive it is to stay in a long-term care facility.
Even though my health is kind of phenomenally good, it just gives me a sense of security. Having that added insurance. And it’s only going to cost me $62 a month. Unbelievable!!!
And this: The other day was Patti Hansen’s 69th birthday (Keith Richards’ wife). Keith posted this on Instagram:
And then the following day was Theodora Richards’ 40th birthday! And Keith posted this to Instagram!
I can’t believe she is 40 years old! It’s like she was born just the other day… however. She just had a little boy last year — a boy named Gus. After Keith’s grandfather, Gus Depree. And his other daughter with Patti Hansen, Alexandra, just had a baby boy a few weeks ago — named Elvis!!!
I think it’s so cool that Keith has grandsons named Gus and Elvis — two guys that had such an influence on Keith as a boy.
And while we’re at it, this was on Instagram the other day:
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So I will have time tomorrow, finally, to go back to the shooting range to practice with the handgun.
I think it’s kind of amusing that the shooting range is a lot closer to my tiny village than the grocery store is. It says a lot about the people out here. They own guns! And also fly the American flag. And Trump flags… And the village is so unbelievably crime free…
Oh, and the other day, I took one of my clients into the local donut shop in town — Jolly Pirate:
And on the front door was a handwritten sign: WARNING. Premises surveilled by the 2nd Amendment.
And there was a hand-drawn picture of a handgun!
And then on the next door, another sign said: Guns welcome here! Must be kept holstered and concealed!
I don’t know about you, gang, but I’m guessin’ that place never gets robbed… When not only the owner, but probably every guy and gal in the place is concealed-carrying!!
Too cool.
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And if you haven’t seen this 9-minute video posted by Mike King (Anti-NYTimes) it will upset you but you should still watch it.
Killing the Kennedys -The True Cause of “The Kennedy Curse”
And here’s this–
James Tabor – Exploring a More Historically Credible Version of Jesus’ Last Supper (29 mins):
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Okay. I think that’s it for now.
I’m gonna get back to the Spring cleaning!!
I hope you’re having a super Sunday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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More driving to town music!!
A great song by Sam Cooke (written under the pen name “Barbara Campbell” — Sam’s wife). “(What A) Wonderful World.” 1960. Totally addictive!! Enjoy, gang!!!
Marilyn's Room 