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Raindrops Keep Fall’n On My Head


Got back from Michigan just in time to get wet.  Raining steady for the last two days.  Missed a doubleheader with the Turf Club last night, and another with the Mudpuppies tonight.  Luckily I got a call to fill in with The Ramones on Tuesday, so the week hasn’t been a complete wash.  At least the tornado missed us by a couple of blocks.

Michigan was swell.  Quick run, not much time to see anybody, but nice to be home.  Mom kept me fed, Sara made me sit on the beach and get sun-burnt.  Got to catch up with P.J. and Lindsay in Paw Paw for a night on the way in, and had a few beers with Steve Angry in Holland.  Had a bit of a hell-run on the return trip – featuring some shitty traffic in Northern Indiana and Chicagoland; a flat tire in Woodstock, Illinois; and losing my glasses at a campsite near Devil’s Lake, Wisconsin.

Ahhhh… vacation.

Things I’m thanks-ful for:

New Holland Beer.  Proud to say it’s from my home town.

P.W. Long.  Mule.  Fuck.  So good.

Flea Markets.  Scratch Acid “Berserker” 12″ for 25¢!

Brett Favre.  Ha!

Michigan Bound


Headed home for a few days to catch up with my parents, my brother, and a handfull of old buddies.  Visiting Michigan always makes me happy.

Been thinking about Old Michigan a lot this year, in the midst of this economic mess.  Then, on top of everything else, folk’sve had to get kicked around and badmouthed by John Boehner and the union-busting turds out there with a Fox News camera pointed at them.  Tough place for folks to be right now.  A proud state that’s been on the ropes for a long time.  Wait until she comes back swinging.

On my mind:
The Stooges
Steve Yzerman
Kirk Gibson
Joe Louis
Tigers Stadium
Motown Records
Magic Johnson
The Mackinac Bridge
Da Yoopers
Bill Laimbeer



Under the car today changing the Transmission Filter.  Been a project I’ve been planning for a while.  She shifts a little sluggish when the engine isn’t at full temperature, and I’m thinking a 15-year-old filter might be the culprit.  Changing  the fucker meant dropping the pan and making a big mess.  Blood red trannny fluid everywhere – the good news being that it wasn’t all brown and stinky.   Mission accomplished, fingers crossed, hopeful.

Now, about that CV joint…