Hammer Mill Days

We went up to Griffith Park ... with a fifth of Johnnie Walker Red ... and smashed in on a rock, and wept ... while the old couple looked on into the dark... Oh, hi. Just trying to recall some ancient lyrics from The Band, off the Cahoots album. Not their best work, but still worthy of a listen. I don't know what brought that to mind aside from this nagging desire to, I don't know, go out into the park across from my house and take a few swigs of red eye. Why? Just because it's time for something completely different. Though something completely different might be standing out there with a tray full of cocktail sized vegetable samosas and a big vat of apricot chutney. Hang the whiskey. (Never sat very well with me anyway. That's more a drummer kind of thing. Fits very nicely just under the drum throne.) Summer at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill sets the mind a-wandering, I must admit. Much like winter does. Fall and spring too, for that matter. Everything about this ...

Okay, I'll admit to being a bit disappointed in the guy. He went on a lying tour, and that was dead wrong as well as impossibly stupid. Didn't think Weiner had that kind of stupidity in him, but I guess a certain amount resides within us all, eh? Though I'm not particularly given to admiring politicians, it's always encouraging to see one that's combative and unapologetically in favor of things like single-payer health insurance. Still, the basis of that is a willingness to speak often unpopular truths, so if you undermine your credibility, you lose your voice. That is the worst of what a guy like Weiner is facing. One wishes he had thought of that before taking chances like a drunken fourteen-year-old. I think, personally, that he missed an opportunity to make a point here: namely, that we all have private lives - that we all do things that are not illegal but that we prefer not to make known to the entire world. What Weiner was confessing in front of the ubiquito...