SinceThe70s

So what happens to a NY baseball writer during the Coronavirus lockdown? Robert Kraft becomes the Mets savior in grace! Someone oughta take that writers temperature. https://nypost.com/2020/04/10/robert-kraft-would-be-perfect-owner-to-lead-mets-into-new-era/

On the back of a winged horse, through the sky of pearly grey.Love is leaf-like... you and me, baby.Twinkle, twinkle, blah, blah, blah, etc.

Feels like an Arby's night.

This is the sound The here and the now You got to talk the talk, the talk, the talk To get it all out I listen I listen I listen But you're out of tune You're so out of tune This is the last song (This is the last song) This is the last song That I will dedicate to you

What would you do if I sang you this song The connection is bad but that's only the phone 'Cause when my words kiss your ear I'll be right there The message is long 'Cause baby this is your song I'll bet that You don't know anybody that could be so bad But if you did you'd be wonderin' where I'm at Well I'll be home when tomorrow morning comes

Looks like the "TV" kid from Willy Wonka

Not something I saw, but someone I know ordered wine from a local vineyard. When it arrived it included two rolls of toilet paper.

Second side of Abbey Road from You Never Give Me Your Money to The End was always one song to me.

Should be room on the playlist for remembrance:

A lot of this going on in the neighborhood the past few weeks:

I paint a picture of the days gone by When love went blind and you would make me see I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes So that I knew that you were there for me Time after time you there for me Remember yesterday, walking hand in hand Love letters in the sand, I remember you Through the sleepless nights through every endless day I'd want to hear you say, I remember you

She was standing alone over by the jukebox Like she's something to sell I said, baby what's the going price? She told me to go to hell Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To be shot down in flames

If extended jams count: Otherwise:

I can no longer shop happily:

Lunatic Fringe I know you're out there You're in hiding And you hold your meetings I can hear you coming And I know what you're after We're wise to you this time Let you kill the laughter

My mama told me, "You better shop around"

Loving you Sunday morning You were on my mind love everyday Loving you Sunday morning Your love makes me fly so far away

My neighbor owns a scaffolding business. NYC officials reached out to him wrt managing the bodies.

Do you believe in magic, in a young girl's heart?How the music can free her, whenever it startsAnd it's magic, if the music is groovyIt makes you feel happy like an old-time movieI'll tell you about the magic and it'll free your soulBut it's like tryin' to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll

Yup. We're flying from NY to Phoenix on Thursday. Except of course we aren't. Playing chicken with the airline hoping they'll cancel flight and we'll get a refund instead of having to book another flight by mm/dd/yyyy.

I know two people who more likely than not had it. Neither were counted in the totals as they didn't see a doctor. One was initially diagnosed over the phone as the flu. Lost all sense of smell, including bleach!

We were supposed to leave for a Grand Canyon/Monument Valley (and points in between) trip on Thursday. Booked the GC hotel a year ago. Day to day it's not running to the store for that one thing we're missing. Like limes for the Margarita's or something different for dinner. And we haven't had take-out for three weeks. By some accounts Covid is about to over-run my area in the next two weeks. Wifey and I were just talking about stocking up and freezing milk. Nice tip on expansion.