Trashy Tuesday 3/4/2014

Life is like a roll of toilet paper; the closer you get to the end the faster it goes.

Andy Rooney

OK, let's get this thing jumpin'. Come on in, take your coats off, roll your sleeves up, shoes off and let's get this sock hop started – okay? Remember, no smoking inside people. I know a concession to the times. Seems like it was only a couple of weeks ago that we did this.

I should explain. Fifty years ago was the year I graduated from high school, 1964. That was a special year for me and one of the happiest times I ever had. Four years later I was in Vietnam and the rest is history. That is why I am focusing on 1964 and the music of that year. Great Stuff.

Let's look at the Billboard top 10 list for this week. Any guesses anyone? Wait!....Snooky, I see you over in the corner. Put that cigarette out right now. Do you want to get us thrown out of here?

Now for this week, let's see what we have.

1. I want to hold your hand by the Beatles
2. She Loves you by the Beatles
3. Dawn (Go Away) by the Four Seasons
4. Please, Please Me by the Beatles
5. Java by Al Hirt
6. California Sun by the Riveras
7. Navy Blue by Diane Renay
8. Stop and Think It Over by Dale & Grace
9. Fun, Fun, Fun by the Beach Boys
10. See The Funny Little Clown by Bobby Goldsboro.

Okay, grab you guy or gal and let's get out there. Our first spin is by the Troggs. That right - “Love is All Around” by the Troggs. From southern England, they were really more popular in the UK but had several hits here in the US. How about dimming the lights a little?

Now the show is rolling, let's face it, friends it is just another Tuesday. I trudged the trash bins to the curb this morning ahead of the solid waste agency gestapo. But really people, what is up with this snow and cold temperatures? My past week was rather uneventful, I think. Beyond the last couple of days, things are a little fuzzy. I didn't even make it to Silver Sneakers last week. I was in a funk, not feeling well. Gang, I am well basically. Physically anyway.

Let's get another tune cranked up. How about “Stay” by Maurice Williams. This can work up a sweat if you are not careful. It is hard for me to even type. I get to gyrating with the tune you know.

Taxes are DONE! They are filed and out of my hair for another year. This was a fairly straight forward year so I just did them myself. The Feds and State accepted them which is a positive start. My current wife got a new car. Yep, she is driving a 2013 Chevy Equinox. Didn't cost me anything extra. It is actually mine. I took her 2005 Honda Accord on trade. Straight up. To the younger ones out there, that is the way we oldsters roll.

Sign on a business door downtown reads, “This business guarded by Shotgun 3 nights a week! You guess which 3”.

I just overheard two elderly ladies discussing the upcoming sock hop at the school next week. "We're supposed to wear something that matches our husband's hair, so I'm wearing black," said Mrs. Smith. "Oh my," said Mrs. Jones, "I'd better not go." I thought to myself that my current wife, Sue, would be dressed in black but only partially.

On the ironic side of things!!!! I wonder why it took so long for people to figure out the truth!!! Check your phone pad. 1-800-382-5968 is the number for Obama's Health Care Hotline. It spells out1-800 F--- You. As you dial, look at the corresponding alphabet for each number. Is that Ironic. Or Prophetic? This number was set up by the Department of Health and Human Services!!!

Back on the floor kids. Here is Tommy James singing “Hanky Panky”. There's my baby doing the Hanky Panky......! Let's shake it. Yeah, that's right, Honk if you love Jesus; text while driving if you want to meet him.

It has been stated that Celibacy can be a choice in life, or a condition imposed by circumstances. What does that have to do with “Hanky Panky”? Well the song reminded me of the Marriage Weekend we attended a while back. While attending a Marriage Weekend, Sue and I listened to the instructor declare, "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other". He then addressed the men in the group. "Can you name and describe your wife's favorite flower"?

I got this one, slam dunk I thought. I leaned over, touched Sue's arm gently, and whispered, "Gold Medal-All-Purpose, Isn't it?" And thus began my life of celibacy. Bazinga!!!!

Closing for today is on a serious note or not. Probably because I haven't had French Roast for a few days and am feeling withdrawal. Is anyone concerned about the future of our world? Of course we are. I would suggest we take a good listen to a 60's song that seems to ring true today. Take a listen Barry McGuire. He had it pretty well figured out with his song “Eve of Destruction”.

Before I leave you today and I finish off my last drop of French Roast, I just remembered a kind of humorous thing that happened to Sue and me the other night. We were sitting at a bar before being seated for supper. I pointed to two old farts across the bar from us and told my current wife. "That'll be us in ten years." She turned to me and said, "That's a mirror, you dumb shit." I guess that makes me a celibate dumb shit and I am only 68 years old.

OK kids, remember to get your shoes and coats. Drive carefully and NO Hanky Panky on the way home now.

Enough is enough, I have a headache.– TA!