In the midst of a generally stinky week (for myriad reasons), this provided a couple minutes of levity:
The other day, PK sent me a link to a Consumer Reports article that said Eight O’Clock brand coffee was considered tastiest, and that Starbucks didn’t even make the top shelf. (Last time I had coffee out there, I had to take mine back and have them brew me another latte … it totally tasted burned beyond belief.)
I am going to have to try out Eight O’Clock after I’m through with this pound of Dunkin’ Donuts beans.
Do I know some boss musicians or what? (“Chameleon” even! What a throwback…)
And I must say: I hate everything. Except you. And I will chop up sentences. If I want.
I have always. Been in favor of. Chopped. Up. Sentences.
“Kody dear… if we are going to use chopped up sentences then let us not end them with a preposition, k?” (The best Fink/Mom impression I could come up with)
Lars, I raised you right. Er…I mean, correctly.
I beg to differ with you. You do, in fact, hate me as well. You liar!
Sheesh. Technicalities, technicalities, technicalities….
You’re welcome, Michael. You are an incredible player!
And I remember when that picture was taken of you with Stan Kenton. What a thrill that must have been.