Hammer Mill Days

Hmmm... I know I left that lying around here somewhere. Ah, here it is. Not sure where I'm going without this little number. No, it's not my brain. It's my list of songs. Sixty five songs and counting. Shoo-wee, right? That's enough songs to fuel the enormous asbestos-clad boiler of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill for a hundred years. (Well, that may be a slight exaggeration.) What was it I heard Lincoln (or anti-Lincoln) saying the other day? Oh, yeah. "A chicken'll make you a meal... or it'll lay enough eggs for a thousand breakfasts. A lamb - that's about two weeks worth of mutton. Or you can have warm wool coats from now until doomsday..." That Lincoln- just brimming with frontier wisdom. (Actually, I think he borrowed that from Royal Dano in one of his more nefarious incarnations on The Big Valley , Lincoln's favorite T.V. drama.) Where was I again? Oh, right. The songs. Yeah, we have an enormous backlog of songs, some never recorded, man...

Short takes again. Damn, I'm lazy! Lie down, dog, you are tired . Bread heel. We're always told that it's better to settle for half a loaf than no bread at all. Well, that may work for bread. I'm not so sure about anything else. I mean, if you need a car, and you ask your spouse to go out and find one for you, and s/he comes back with one axle, a steering wheel, three tires, and a seized engine, you still are not going anywhere. Same deal, it seems to me, with health care. For all the cautionary comments about "not letting the perfect be the enemy of the good," we really do not have a whole car here, so far as I can see. For one thing, they stripped out the most popular provisions, namely, the public option and Medicare expansion - features that would benefit people immediately, save money, and make for a much more reasonable system. Don't get me wrong. I'm for single payer, always have been, always will be. It's the only thing that makes sense in...