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This content was published July 1, 2018. … I woke up one Sunday morning, and started to look in my archive. I found a post from July 2009, Genius And Heroin Part One. The G&H book had been mentioned in a couple of blogs, The Page 69 Test and The Page 99 Test. Both of these blogs are still publishing seventeen years later. The idea is to critique a book by what is on page 69, or page 99.
Reckless Daughter: A Portrait of Joni Mitchell is a book I took hostage from the Chamblee library. A journalist had a series of interviews with Joni, and concocted a book out of it. Maybe a look at pages 69 and 99 will give us some text to go between the pictures.
On page 69, Joni is a young lady, performing in Miami Beach. She has had a baby, left her husband, and is trying to make it as a musician. One night in a club, David Crosby saw her, and saw the future. The two became a couple, which did not last very long. Joni and David went to California, where David introduced her to some buddies in the music business. David produced Joni’s first album, and apparently did not know what he was doing. Both of them moved on.
On page 99, Joni has put out her second album, and is gaining momentum. It is 1969, and America is in turmoil over Vietnam. The author, David Yaffe, goes into some detail about the mood of America in 1969. Mr. Yaffe was born in 1973. Why does he discuss the mood of 1969? Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. John Vachon took the social media picture in April 1940. “Line of men waiting in alley outside city mission. They are waiting for the meal which will be served at 5:00 p.m. Dubuque, Iowa” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
The Jezebel Revival
This content was published July 18, 2020. … “Don’t trust anybody who’d rather be grammatically correct than have a good time.” When perusing lists of salient quotes from Skinny Legs and All, this one will be there. Like many quotes separated from context, it is much more fun to find in the text. Quotes are like perfume. A tasteful drop behind the ear can liven things up. Too many quotes, applied without proper care, can leave the reader running away, gasping for air.
” an old sedan rattled up to the crosswalk, full of music, smoke, and rust. When the light changed, it pooted and tooted in the direction of New Jersey, but not before the objects noted a sticker on its bumper that announced “I’d rather be partying.” Can o’ Beans imagined it to be an infraction of taste, if not of grammar, declaring, “You should never trust anyone who uses ‘party’ as a verb. He/she felt appropriately chastised, when Dirty Sock growled and shot back, “Uh-huh, and don’t trust anybody who’d rather be grammatically correct than have a good time.”
Perspicacious readers might note that this exchange was between a Can o’ Beans, and a Dirty Sock. Since the o’ in Co’B is lower case, it is probable that this is an abbreviation for of, and not an Irish surname. “He’s not Irish” is an old-fashioned way of saying that a person is Jewish. Since the Co’B presumably contained pork, it is unlikely that it was Jewish. The national identity of Co’B must remain a mystery, along with the idea that it was talking to DS.
Tom Robbins novels are, generally, both grammatically correct and purveyors of good times. This does not mean that they always make sense. Co’B and DS are in the basement of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. They are watching a performance artist named Turn Around Norman, who stands on Fifth Avenue and slowly, slowly, slowly does a 270 degree turn. This appeals to Co’B and DS, as well as their departed associate Spoon.
The inanimate threesome was left behind in an Idaho cave. Former, and future, owner Ellen Cherry Charles Petway took them into the cave, intending to have Co’B as lunch. This after husband Boomer Petway intended to have Ellen Cherry for dessert, before eating the more solid food. Boomer wore Dirty Sock into the cave. All was going well, until Ellen Cherry demanded that her hubby call her Jezebel. This woke up Painted Stick and Conch Shell. PS/CS woke up after a millennium long slumber, after hearing the name of a Goddess admirer. If this is getting confusing, maybe you should just go ahead to the pictures. They are from The Library of Congress.
PS/CS were worship objects from ancient Phoenicia. This is a neighbor of Israel, later known as Lebanon. At the time SLAA was set, Lebanon was a hell hole, not least because of its proximity to Israel. After Ellen Cherry cried Jezebel, PS/CS decided that it was time to go to Jerusalem, where grammatically incorrect good times are always abloom. The fact that they were inanimate objects did not stop them from traveling. This is one part of the SLAA fantasy that is not adequately explained, and it probably just attributable to some good mushrooms turning up in the Robbins household.
Jezebel is a historic nickname for a painted, good time woman. Her biblical infamy is probably not deserved, which doesn’t stop the fun. Back before Buckhead became gussified beyond recognition, an apartment building on East Paces Ferry Road featured the Jezebel lounge on the ground floor.
SLAA was written sometime in the late eighties, and published in 1990. At that time, the concept of Singular They had not, mercifully, emerged. The one advantage of ST is referring to objects of uncertain gender. They works much better than he/she. Fwiw, Dirty Sock and Painted Stick are male, while Conch Shell and Spoon are Robbinesque celebrations of femininity. One ponders the chauvinism of he/she. Good manners say that ladies should go first.
I took a facebook break, and stumbled onto a video. The poet wrote this when he was fifteen +/-, and starred in a performance as an adult. It is about “toxic masculinity” and is filmed on an in-town sidewalk. I did a screen capture of the money shot. A no-parking sign is growing out of his head. Part one of this commentary was published twelve days ago. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. John Vachon took the social media picture in April 1940. “Men waiting in line outside the city mission–the first twenty-five will be fed. Dubuque, Iowa” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
Losing IQ Points
0710-0947 – The path journal episode for last week, Da Vinci Code For Morons, was posted this morning. The walk today was pretty good. The construction equipment and leaf blowers were quiet, as was the foot dizziness. I got 36 minutes in without any problems.
The first podcast was the last 15 minutes of Why Are Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s Kids Dropping “Pitt” from Their Names?, from Infamous. “Brangelina” is another reminder that celebrities are not always friendly, well adjusted individuals. The second show was Wendy O. Williams: The Shocking Final Act of a Shock Rock Provocateur, from Disgraceland. Wendy Orlean Williams (her real name) was a misfit teenager. She wound up as a domanatrix in a Times Square sex show, “Captain Kink’s Theater”. WOW and CK had many groovy adventures together. Unfortunately, this story does not have a happy ending. There was no encore at this concert.
0711-1057 – The walk was good, even if I nearly melted. July in Georgia is no joke. The podcast was “Judy Collins Reflects on Six Decades of Legendary Songwriting and Performances” on Takin’ A Walk. There were some cool stories, which might be true.
“It was 1967 and I was sound asleep. I woke up to the phone at three in the morning and it was Al Kooper. I said, why are you calling me? … So he said, I’m at the club and there’s a girl here and she said that she wrote songs. Then he put her on the phone and it was Joni Mitchell, and she sang me Both Sides Now. So I mean, that’s a very convenient way to collect songs. I guess we don’t have much control over it, but there it is. And I said I’ll be right over, which I did. I came over in the morning and I took Jack Holsmand with me and I recorded that song with my producer and it was incredible.”
“I had a job at, I forget the name of the club. … It was that hot club in the village and I was the headliner in 1961. That was amazing because I’d just been doing this since 1959, so I’d only been out on the road for a total of two and a half years. And I got to the little club and I was the headliner and my opener was a thirteen year old named Arlo Guthrie. And everybody in town was there. … I thought, Oh, they’re coming to see me. They were coming to see Arlo because Arlo was thirteen. He was having his first gig at this little club … And everybody was there.”
0712-1002 – The walk today was great. The podcast was Bryan Washington Reads “Gatekeeping” from The New Yorker. Bryan Washington is a favorite at tny. Today’s tale is about a wheelchair pusher at Houston’s airport. The actor has a collection of elderly people to propel to their flights, several of whom hit on him. The actor has an Asian “buddy,” but gets nervous when people say boyfriend. The story is an hour long, and I stayed on the path, with no foot issues, for the entire show.
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0713-0846 – The walk today was nice. Mild overcast weather, with barely noticeable foot dizziness. The first podcast was Episode 316: Graham Cracker Crumbles on Blocked and Reported. If only the show was as clever as the title. Jesse and Katie were talking about a wokeness incident in California before they talked about Graham Platner. Neither subject held much interest. The show I listened to the most was Maggie Haberman on Talk Easy. Maggie Lindsy Haberman has been covering New York, and Donald Trump, since 1996.
“They originally said that the ballroom was going to be near but not touching the East Wing. · And that’s also how he approaches his relationship to his wife.”
Re: “This whole handling of the Epstein files in the summer of 2025.” “From everyone we’ve spoken to who’s deep inside Trump’s world and our reporting, that really was the moment that he started to lose altitude with his own base. He’s so used to telling his supporters, “Believe me and not that.” And it generally has worked. Uh this one didn’t. and he is testing the limits on how long you can tell people two different things related to the same issue.”
0714-0915 – The walk today happened. The first show was For The Love Of Dogs: The Scam Shelters Abusing Animals For Clicks on Chameleon. It was about animal rescue scams based in Uganda, and it was as boring as it sounds. The host said that if you were upset by animal abuse, then you should skip the next few minutes. I decided to skip the rest of the episode. The next show was Happy Mondays: How Thieves, Drug Dealers, and Would-Be Kidnappers Took Over Madchester’s Music Scene on Disgraceland. Happy Mondays were a bunch of fun loving English deplorables. They started a band. What could possibly go wrong?
0715-0931 – The walk today was spectacular. I walked for over an hour with minimal foot discomfort. The entertainment product today was #448 – “Kirk BULLET!” – Death Investigator BREAKS SILENCE on Charlie Kirk | Joseph Scott Morgan on Julian Dorey Podcast. They were mostly discussing the Charlie Kirk case. The first hour included a detailed look at what happened to Mr. Kirk when he was hit, and about the autopsy procedure.
“One of the huge problems with this case just in general, regardless of what the truth is or isn’t, but it’s a huge problem that I think needs to be raised, is the complete fuckupery of every optic that you could have if you are trying to generate public trust in investigations.”
“But one of the things that was like, oh my god, who on earth told you to press send on this tweet was nine days afterwards or 10 days afterwards, Andrew Kolvet put out a tweet regarding what the doctors told him about Charlie’s wound.” This refers to a tweet from @AndrewKolvet This refers to a tweet from Andrew Kolvet. “His bone was so healthy and the density was so impressive that he’s like the man of steel. It should have just gone through and through.” We are entering the twilight zone.
“This is not a miracle. This is physics.” · “Like an exploding microphone. No, it’s · so you’re out on the exploding microphone. Okay, here we go. · So I think I lost points off of my IQ just by saying exploding microphone.” · “I can in fact see why people would have trouble grasping the idea that he is walking stiff-legged up that stairwell with that weapon in his pants.”
0716-0934 – The walk today happened. The feet worked, the heat and humidity were obnoxious, and the construction equipment at the school made noise. I lasted appx 44 minutes. 44 was Hank Aaron’s number, and is said by some to be a magic number. The entertainment product today was the last twenty minutes of #448 – “Kirk BULLET!” – Death Investigator BREAKS SILENCE on Charlie Kirk | Joseph Scott Morgan on Julian Dorey Podcast. JSM was throwing some DNA meganumbers around, and believes Tyler James Robinson was definitely at the crime scene. There are lots of unanswered questions. One regards the trajectory of the bullet that hit Charles James Kirk. … middle name synchronicity … These calculations have been made impossible by the renovation of the crime scene.
The inevitable comments about Lance Twiggs being trans were made. (The DOB and middle name of Mr. Twiggs are not available. Considering that all we have seen is a low-fi video of the gentleman, is it fair to speculate that Mr. Twiggs is an AI creation?) We do know that Twiggs/Robinson lived in St. George UT, 266 miles from UVU in Orem UT. · Utah Gov. Spencer Cox announced “The roommate was a romantic partner, a male transitioning to female.” I questioned this at the time. I think the Governor was trying to foment prejudice against TJR. The trans thing has been neither denied nor confirmed, but is constantly mentioned in talk about TJR.
Another bit of weirdness is George Hodgson Zinn. He is at the scene of the shooting, and announces that he is the killer. This makes no sense at all. Later, GHZ consents to a search of his phone, and LEO find “Child Sex Abuse Material.” How convenient. Julian Dorey makes a comment about this. “The George Zinn guy being there and then he finally goes down. He’s been arrested over the years for so many different things, but now they find CP on his stuff and he goes to prison for that as he should by the way, obviously.” … Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Arthur Rothstein took the social media picture in July 1942. “Hayti, Missouri. Cotton carnival. Inspecting various grades of cotton” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
Annabelle
This content was posted July 21, 2014. … Annabelle is a song by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings. It is quite lovely. Annabelle is the daughter, and the one bright spot in a hard life. This life of toil lasts until we are “gone to Jesus.”
I have had a tough time with Jesus. Rudeness, disrespect, verbal abuse, and humiliation have been landmarks on the journey. When you don’t agree with the plan for life after death, you wonder if the bad parts of Jesus are worth it. To me, the negatives overwhelmingly outweigh the positives. Just hearing a passing reference to Jesus can set me to brooding.
One day, I was driving past the oil tanks in Doraville, and heard “Annabelle.” The sadness that Jesus causes became overwhelming. Is it always going to be like this? When people talk/sing/act out for Jesus, is it always going to remind me of the pain? The Jesus worshipers have so much fun with their noise, that they scarcely notice the discomfort of others. They usually don’t care.
I see Jesus in the words and deeds of his believers. It has been a horrible experience. When you decide that Jesus was killed for being a trouble maker, and his death has nothing to do with what happens to you when you die … it takes away the one justification for all the abuse. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. John Vachon took the social media picture in November 1937. “Man on the street, Washington, D.C.” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
Walt Whitman And The War
This content was originally published July 4, 2024. … Every Night For A Thousand Years is a story about Walt Whitman’s time as a caregiver during the War Between the States. It appears this month on The New Yorker fiction podcast. ENFATY was written in the voice of Mr. Whitman by Chris Adrian, and read for the podcast by @NathanEnglander.
After looking for his wounded brother, Mr. Whitman was struck by the plight of wounded soldiers. He started to visit the soldiers, giving them candy and food, writing letters for them, and giving what comfort he could. ENFATY focuses on one soldier, Hank Smith. Doctors wanted to amputate his leg. Hank had a pistol, and would not let them. By the time Hank was tricked into allowing an amputation, it was too late.
Not everyone approved of Mr. Whitman. “One disapproving commissioner, Harriet Hawley, complained to her husband: “Here comes that odious Walt Whitman to talk evil and unbelief to my boys. I think I would rather see the evil one himself—at least if he had horns and hooves.”
Others saw things differently. “Union Colonel Richard Hinton met Whitman at Armory Square Hospital while recovering from a bullet wound suffered at Antietam … “When this old heathen came and gave me a pipe and tobacco, it was about the most joyous moment of my life. Walt Whitman’s funny stories, and his pipes and tobacco were worth more than all the preachers and tracts in Christendom. A wounded soldier don’t like to be reminded of his God more than twenty times a day. Walt Whitman didn’t bring any tracts or bibles; he didn’t ask if you loved the Lord, and didn’t seem to care whether you did nor not.”
Conditions conditions in the hospitals were beyond horrible. This was an era when many people said “I do not need to wash my hands every day!” One nurse asked Mr. Whitman if he had a Bible. She wanted to cheer up, by reading the Book of Job.
“These hospitals, ranging in size from converted private mansions to filthy, mud-encrusted tents in contraband camps, were places to be feared by any thinking person. The great European medical advances in bacteriology and antisepsis were still tragically a few years in the future … the overworked and understaffed physicians continued to ascribe the soldiers’ ills to such fantastical causes as “malarial miasms, mephitic effluvia, … sewer emanations, and poisonous fungi in the atmosphere.” …
The predictable result of such hurried and horrific operations was postoperative infection. Pyemia, septicemia, erysipelas, osteomyelitis, tetanus, and gangrene were grouped together as “surgical fevers.” Pyemia, literally “pus in the blood,” was the most dreaded of all, with a mortality rate of 97.4 percent, but the other surgical fevers also claimed their deadly share of victims. Not without reason did Civil War soldiers fear doctors much more intensely than they feared the enemy. They had a greater chance of dying in the hospital than in the field.
“That whole damned war business is about 999 parts diarrhea to one part glory.” The quote is on page 187 of Intimate with Walt – Selections from Whitman’s Conversations with Horace Traubel, 1882-1892. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. The social media picture was taken in September 1864. “Petersburg, Va. Group of Company B, U.S. Engineer Battalion”
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Smash Cut
This content was published July 2, 2023. … Smash Cut by Brad Gooch, turned up at the Chamblee library. The subtitle is “A Memoir of Howard & Art & the ’70s & the ’80s.” The cover has a picture of Brad Gooch and Howard Eric Brookner. The 1979 picture shows BG (google does not know his middle name) and HEB is a small, well used kitchen. Someone wrote, and then scratched out, “at the Chelsea Hotel.” In the notes, we see that BG and HEB were boyfriends in 70s and 80s Manhattan. At some point in the story, HEB got AIDS.
April 27, 1989, was HEB’s last day on the planet. I was 16 weeks into not drinking. HEB was seven days older than me. There are many other parallels between my life, and the concurrent Brad/Howard story. Their story has a lot more famous people involved.
HEB was a filmmaker, with wealthy Jewish parents. He met BG at a bar in Lower Manhattan in 1978. They go back to Howard’s place, drink vodka, and crash. They quickly become boyfriends, and have a terrific time together when they aren’t quarreling about who is fucking who. Howard is working on a movie about William S. Burroughs. When you hang out with Mr. Burroughs, it is considered good manners to take heroin. This becomes a problem for HEB.
Meanwhile, BG was in grad school at Columbia, finishing a PhD in English. He wound up as an English professor at some college. You kind of wonder how BG had time to write a PhD dissertation, while diving into the full tilt sex and drugs of pre-aids Manhattan. Nor do we ever find out how they paid for all this high octane living.
BG becomes a model, hanging out in Europe for a while. HEB decides he doesn’t want to be BG’s boyfriend anymore. That continues off and on for a few years, until that day in 1987 when HEB finds out he is HIV positive.The first year it doesn’t really cause that many problems, but then it does. The last 40 pages of this book are incredibly tough to read. HEB goes into the hospital, it seems like he’s never going to come home. BG gets a job as a professor, and publishes a novel, in addition to being there for HEB. Eventually, HEB got another o.i., and moved on.
Smash Cut is the third book by BG I have started. The Flannery O’Connor book is excellent. The Rumi book has too many unpronounceable names. SC is an fun read, full of gossipy stories about people like Andy Warhol, Madonna, and Keith Haring. The publicity machine is already cranking up for book that BG wrote about Mr. Haring. If the last 40 pages of SC are too difficult, you can skip over it. You already know how it is going to turn out. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Russell Lee took the social media picture in April 1942. “Los Angeles, California. Street scene in Little Tokyo” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
JD Vance
This content was published July 16, 2024. … @JDVance1 “Praying for our friends in Israel this morning. Just an awful situation.” 5:57 AM · Oct 7, 2023. This tweet is how I found out about the attack on Israel. The war that followed is a historic tragedy, no matter which team you are on.
John David Vance is going to be the Republican nominee for Vice President. The odds are very good that he will be elected. Since he is 39 years old, he should have a long career.
@JDVance1 “As we watch this horrible situation in Israel unfold, Americans must face a stark truth: our tax dollars funded this. Money is fungible, and many of the dollars we sent to Iran are being used to now kill innocent people. This must stop. Israel has every right to defend itself. I wish our friends well, but most of all I wish they weren’t fighting against weapons bought with our money.” 6:44 AM · @JDVance1 “We didn’t give them money we just unfroze their money.” “They promised they’d only spend it on humanitarian supplies. I’m sure they’re very trustworthy.” “I’ll ignore the $400m pallet of cash delivered by the last Democrat administration.” Complete idiocy.” 1:31 PM
The initial reactions of people to historic landmarks can be revealing. It is noteworthy that Sen. Vance chose to talk about Iran. The money was earned by selling Iranian oil. It was frozen in western banks because of sanctions against the Iranian regime. It was Iran’s money. We did not give them anything.
As a private citizen, I am not obligated to comment on current events. When Al-Aqsa Flood started, I knew two things. Israel would exponentially retaliate, and lose most of the world. The supporters of Israel would fight, using every trick of shady propaganda known to man. This was going to result in bitter, toxic arguments. I did not yet know the terms “hasbara” and “hannibal directive.”
Al-Aqsa Flood has already had a devastating impact on Palestine. There is a potential for greater conflict in the region, including war with Iran. A war with Iran could close the Strait of Hormuz, and shut down the world economy. It is telling that the reaction of Sen. Vance, on October 7, was to denounce Iran. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. John Vachon took the social media picture in April 1942. “Wisdom, Montana. Mr. Anson visiting his daughter and son-in-law”
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Wisdom Fatigue Part Two
This content was published July 27, 2010. … Likey was fun yesterday. The good news is, with facebook and the internet, there is plenty of instant wisdom available. You don’t need a bumper anymore, or a shirt to put the button on. Today’s collection is from wholikesit.
Blaming mum for anything lost in the house ;) · theres reasons as to why i dont want to be close with you, you just dont see them. · you either like me or you dont? i dont live for your approval :) · hates falling in too deep that no matter how hard you try not to care, you simply cant :( · No matter what you do , what you say i will still love you! · ”Woah your tall” “Hey I’m not tall your just short” · Laughing as your friend gets possessed by a demon :)
hating me wont make you pretty (: · How many times do i have to say “excuse me” before “get the f··· out of my way” becomes acceptable? (This is the most liked item on the page. 487k facebookettes like this. ) · Mom: Go get your father. You: DAD!!!! Mom: Well I could’ve done that. You: Well why didn’t you? (This is advertised by Groupon) · if a man doesn’t want you at your worst, then he sure as hell doesn’t deserve you at your best.
Passing gum in school like it’s a drug deal. · ”HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” “Aww, You Remembered.” “Nope, Facebook Told Me.” “Atleast Facebook Bothered Remembering.” “Atleast I Bothered Wishing.” (This is advertised by Pimp your page) · Is that your ex?. . .NO. . .Thats the biggest mistake of my life · I’ll be Burger King You’ll be Mcdonalds Ill be doing it my way And you’ll be lovin it ;D ( This is advertised by Jesus loves you…This prayer will change your life) · I wonder what Pokemon do inside the Pokeball · Chivalry is NOT dead,Yes! u should open my door, Yes! you should pull out my chair, & Yes! you should walk me to my car, Yes! you should be a Gentlemen; YES! That’s EXPECTED!
hey , Summer of 2010, yeah don’t slow down i’m bored as hell · Haha look, hes jacking his little penis, not at the table carlos · Technology scares me. All of us we became like some oceans full of information. But this ocean has most of the item just few inches of depth. · The best one of the four, I feel is: So many thoughtful things you do. I’m glad I’ve got a friend like you.
I love u because I could stand out in the pouring rain my straight hair gone & mascara running & you still pull me close, kiss me and tell me u love me (This is advertised by….WARNING: Do not click this if you have moral, ethical or religious reasons forcing you to cower helplessly while someone violently attacks you, your wife or your kids..)
I found some stamps at the thrift store yesterday. 1. May everyday be a celebration of the heart. 2. Sweet are the joy’s the season sends; but closest to heart are family & friends. 3. No gift can compare to a friend who’s always there. · if brains were gasoline, you wouldn’t have enough to fill an ant’s motorcycle and ride halfway around a Cheerio. · OMG, he’s online…time to change my status! … Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Jack Delano took the social media picture in May 1941. “At the May Day pageant in Siloam, Greene County, Georgia” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
Road Trip
This content was published June 1, 2019. Fake names are used for the actors. … The journey started tuesday morning, as the post-memorial day freeway carnage cooled off. PG made it to Uzi’s house in Sandy Springs by 10 am. By 10:30 they were on their way. I285 was the predictable madhouse, even on midmorning tuesday. It was a relief to get on the slightly less obnoxious I20. The destination was Raleigh NC. Uzi has a nephew in Raleigh, who will soon be moving to Massachusetts.
Uzi had been championing Cracker Barrel for a while. PG remembers the horror of the nineties, when CB was firing all the gay employees, or at least saying they were. When Pguzi got near Augusta, and could not pull directions to S&S cafeteria out of GPS … the first incident of a bad week for GPS … the deal with the devil was struck. After a CB sign was spotted on the interstate, lunch was going down. PG felt a measure of relief when he saw the merchandise. A pillow, with the big pink words “Just be fabulous” next to a pink sequin flamingo, was for sale as you walk in the door. This is probably a pride month olive branch, not to be confused with olive garden, or olive oyl.
PG started to drive after lunch, and drove the toyota hybrid all the way into North Carolina, with a brief side trip to Rowland. The farm where dad grew up is still there, on the Mckinnon Pate road. Pguzi got to the I95 welcome station after it closed at 5pm, and could not get a North Carolina map. This would prove crucial in the week ahead.
A few miles further up I95, nephew sent a text. “How is the ride going?” Since Uzi was driving, he gave the phone to PG. Type ok space so space far. Every time PG tried to hit the o key, p came on the screen. PG touched the screen in the wrong place, and another message came up. Then GPS, which refused all orders to shut up, started to give instructions for the S&S cafeteria in Augusta GA. PG hit the o key, and p appeared on the screen. What should have taken less than a second, if you were past the iphone learning curve, took twenty miles. Finally, somehow, nephew got the message.
Map-less navigation was clunky. Pguzi got on I40, then I440, which was correct. Someone remembered that the hotel was near Glenwood Road. The vehicle got off the freeway, and into a gas station. After a few tense moments, GPS coughed up the directions to the hotel. You go inside, and learn that the room temperature is set for 66 degrees. We will take care of that later. Ask GPS how to get to nephew’s apartment. Be patient.
Pguzi finds the apartment, where nephew is feeding his two month old daughter. PG sits and stares into space while others talk. A decision is made to go to dinner. Go driving around the area, looking at all the places that are closed. A place is still open, they go in, and see a steak house with $80 entrees. Uzi says he will buy. PG gets a salad, and nephew gets a slice of cheesecake.
Back at the hotel, the thermostat is on the wall by the entrance, not the ac unit. The temperature is set back from 66 to 72. The rest of the week was a cycle. The ac would run, and the room is too cold. Then the ac cuts off, and the room is too hot. This battle was a stalemate the rest of the week.
PG had a book to read, On The Road, by Jack Kerouac. PG had read it in 1984, thought it was pretty cool, and moved on. OTR is the story of Sal Paradise (Jack Kerouac) and Dean Moriarty (Neal Cassady). Other famous people with declef names are Carlo Marx (Allen Ginsberg) and Old Bull Lee (William S. Burroughs). PG has seen and heard things in 35 years, and decided to give OTR another shot. PG read/blogged The Dhama Bums (one two three four) a few years ago. TDB was the follow up to OTR, and is a lot less fun.
Back to the comparisons. PG and Uzi are a couple of slack old gentrified redneck hippies. They are different people from Sal and Dean. Going to North Carolina in a Toyota hybrid, fussing about whether to listen to satellite radio or the thumb drive, is not the same as hitching a ride across Nebraska on the back of a flatbed truck. … Wednesday morning erupted in a barrage of sunshine across the fourth floor window. PG stumbled down to the breakfast buffet, and loaded up. Taking a cup of coffee upstairs, PG saw Uzi captivated by the Trump drama on MSNBC. The story today was a statement, with no questions, by Robert Mueller. Those eleven words, with politically correct computations and permutations, were endlessly repeated by the talking heads. At 9:59:40, some blow dry bird brain said we will know in one hour and twenty seconds.
The plan was for nephew, wife, 6 year old, and two month old, to meet Uzi, and caravan to an art museum. PG decided that this was not fun, and decided to stay at the hotel. What followed was a glorious morning. All alone, camping out in an air conditioned hotel. See what you see on the TV. Go downstairs, make a cup of hot tea, bring it upstairs, pour it over a cup of ice to get the best unsweet tea on God’s green earth. Read OTR. Take notes for this travelogue. Life is good.
Or at least better than chapter 4 of OTR. Sal has decided to hitchhike to Denver, and meet up with Dean. Carlo will be there to chaperone. As PG enjoys his iced tea, Sal is stuck in smalltown Nebraska. PG is writing it all down. When you write down Uzi, and try to read it later, Uzi looks like 421. All the magic of 420, with a useless digit tax added on for good measure. Meanwhile, Mr. Mueller is talking to a breathless nation. PG will hear much more, though it will tend to be the same basic details … Mueller resigns from DOJ, he could not indict DJT because you cannot indict a POTUS, repeat, repeat, repeat, skip the much needed rinse, repeat with the emotional volume turned up a few notches, repeat, repeat, repeat. It will take 67 senators to vote for impeachment, and remove numbnuts from office. You are not going to get 17 rethuglicans to vote to impeach pussygrabber.
12:25 PG is on chapter 5 of OTR. Sal is on the best ride of this life, a flatbed truck, going from Nebraska into Wyoming with an assortment of characters. There will be quotes from this when this gets typed, but that is getting ahead of the game. … not so fast cowboy. The OTR.pdf is the redacted version. Whole chapters are either paraphrased, or edited out. While there are other quotes available in copy/paste form, this narrative is going to depend on the booknook paperback that PG read 35 years ago. … That moment when PG quits looking at the google page for OTR quotes. One of the results advertised Road Trip Quotes: Top 50 Inspiring Quotes About the Road! Maybe the answer is to get away from the internet and write your own quotes.
That is part of the fun for Internet addict PG, in going inkpen and paper. A dollar store notebook, a home depot inkpen, and a plexiglass clipboard of uncertain origin. There is a computer downstairs that PG could use, but the thought of going completely analog for a few days has a lot of appeal. These notes will look completely different when they are typed … the medium is the message.
The idea hit to spend a half hour meditating. A picture behind the desk could be the mandala. The stupid phone has a timer. The rest of chapter 5 will be waiting, as will the swimming pool, McDonalds, and more. The meditation was a delight. The phone alarm is birds chirping, instead of the hard core buzz of traditional alarm clocks. PG had such a smile, he wanted to do it again.
The lady came to clean the room. PG took OTR to the pool. He finished chapter 5. Sal gets off the flatbed truck, and sadly realizes he will never see those people again. Meanwhile Uzi sends a text. “We will be eating at the Golden Corral tonight.” Raleigh is the home of GC, and we will eat at the flagship store. At 1:59, Uzi texts “Heading home.” PG replies “Ok so far.” This seven letter two space message took a few seconds on a stupid phone, but required an act of congress on a smart phone.
4:13 Uzi is back. He is listening to Randi Rhodes on a sputtering smart phone speaker. It sounds horrible. PG goes to the pool to read and write. … Sal has made it to Denver. Carlo and Dean have become a unit unto themselves, with numerous other people mad at them.
Dean is a mess. He is screwing his soon-to-be-divorced wife, and screwing a girlfriend at the same time, and having an intense thing with Carlo. Dean and Carlo were known to be bumping gooberheads at one time, maybe in 1947 Denver, maybe not. Whatever they did with their peckers, Dean and Carlo would get beamed up on benzedrine and have intense all night conversations.
Dean/Neal is part of a chain of faggotry. Walt Whitman screwed someone named Carpenter, who screwed someone named Arthur…. the grandson of Chester Arthur, a POTUS. Grandpa Chester had an impressive set of sideburns, and was VPOTUS when Garfield got offed. Mr. Arthur conducted the procedure with Neal Cassady, who did his homework with Allen Ginsberg. There is the son-of-a-dunwoody-housewife named Marcus Ewert, who claims to have lost his jailbait virginity to Ginsberg. This is the next level of the conveyor belt … Neal Boortz is fond of saying that Randi Rhodes is in love with him. Please, for the love of Hilary’s e-mails, please make sure that they used protection, and that a cross pollination between these two does not happen.
On page 38, chapter 7, there is a reference to sleepint stillness. It will be fun to see if this is intentional, or a typo in the signet edition of OTR … sleeping stillness, or anything like it, does not appear in the pdf. A more durable copy of OTR has been ordered from the library. It will be fun to see which version of OTR appears … There is no indication when this edition was printed. The best guess is the early seventies. The book cost $1.25 new, which was pricey for a paperback in 1957. The style of the cover design, and use of the phrase “the book that turned on a generation” indicates a Nixon era publication date. PG would have been clueless in either 1957 or 1972.
At the end of chapter 7, Dean is screwing a lot, and doesn’t have the time to work. Carlo keeps tagging along, saying he thought they were going to talk. Sal is broke, and going to sleep in the cool Denver air. … It is 4:47. Randi Rhodes will be on a couple of hours more. Maintaining your sanity can be tough. The idea that people enjoy listening to that idiot can make your head swim.
After a while, Pguzi is guided by faithful GPOS GPS to nephew’s apartment. Soon, the crew… nephew and three women … will head out to Golden Corral. … after dinner, Pguzi went into town, and walked around the state capitol looking at Confederate statues … before heading back to the hotel to see a movie about sharks. After PG tried to go to sleep, Uzi turned the TV to the drone of talking heads, telling you what to think about the Mueller statement.
Thursday starts bright and early. Pguzi went to nephew’s place, and the crew went to a pair of museums by the state capitol. PG was bored silly, but realized this was his one chance to see this museum. YOLO Back at the hotel, Uzi took a nap, while PG got into the hotel slack lifestyle.
OTR roars on. Dean is screwing as though his life depended on it, which it might have. Carlo tags faithfully along, waiting for a chance to talk to the busy boy. “He wrote of Dean as a “child of the rainbow” who bore his torment in his agonized priapus.” Sal leaves Denver, to go hang out in a ghost town. He misses Carlo and Dean, but realizes they would be out of place, “… rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of america, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.”
Thursday dinner was at a chinese restaurant, run by Filipinos. The attraction is the piano man, a non stop human jukebox. Pguzi went back to the hotel, and saw a series of tv shows about ghosts, and how to manage them in your properties. PG took his semi-annual hit of dope, and was a better person for it. The road trip adventure was slouching to an end.
Friday was checkout/back to town day. The trip out was a bit smoother than the trip in. One exception is when you left the air conditioned universe of the vehicle, and stepped into the blast furnace air of the gas station parking lot. The thumb drive got used, with Linda Ronstadt and Billie Holiday leading the way. Uzi decided to go through downtown, instead of i285, and it worked out very well.
The chamblee54 On The Road series is complete. part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Dorothea Lange took the social media picture in February 1939. “Strathmore, California. From Wyoming and Missouri, eight years in California working in lemons “It’s easy for us because we haven’t got a bunch of kids to get drug around” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
Repair Challenged Roidroids
This content was published June 21, 2024. … It was a typical thursday night in McMansion City. Manley Pointer took his brother, Laser, to Walmart. While sitting in the parking lot, MP listened to Rusty Sue, a drabblecast episode about killerbots. The story’s mcguffin had the cyborgs talking like characters in a b-movie western. MP listened with his eyes fixed on the mirrors, alert to any nefarious characters approaching his vehicle. Finally, the whole scene grew tiresome.
Carefully walking through the obstacle course of abandoned shopping carts, MP made his way to the retail facility. The human debris that one encounters at the Chamblee WM is only slightly less menacing than the repair challenged roidroids in the drabblecast. MP turned to look at the parking lot, and saw the sign turning on at the hemp store. But then the sign turned red, then purple, then blue, then green. The hemp store has a sign that changes colors every few seconds. Generations of mankind’s progress led to this moment.
Walmart is always a consumer wonderland. The loaves of bread were marked down to thirty six cents. It was time to go back to the vehicle and wait. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Arthur Rothstein took the social media picture in July 1942. “Hayti, Missouri. Cotton carnival. Oldest couple” ©Luther Mckinnon 2026 · selah
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