As I recover from a really painful lower-back strain (host’s note: careful how you turn over in bed at 4 a.m. when you think you’ve started recovering from a lower-back strain), a few odds and ends:
- Donald Trump is just being honest. Really. The latest: “I’m afraid the election’s gonna be rigged, I have to be honest.”
(Incidentally, I had no idea Ted Koppel was now contributing to CBS.)
- Paul McCartney’s version of “Goodbye,” the song he wrote for Mary Hopkin, somehow sounds far more insipid in his voice than hers. It’s that voice from “Heart of the Country,” “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” some of “McCartney” — you know, the overly cutesy one the rest of the Beatles rarely let him get away with. (Well, OK — “Rocky Raccoon.”) Maybe it’s the falsetto. That being said, has anybody ever been blessed with such an ear for melody?
- I’m about halfway through “Krakatoa,” Simon Winchester’s chronicle of the 1883 volcanic cataclysm, and the damned peak still hasn’t blown its top. C’mon, let’s get the Irwin Allen stuff going!
- Do millennials understand what “West Germany” and “East Germany” were?
- Manuel’s Tavern continues to progress towards Saturday’s re-opening. From the bar’s official Facebook account:
Hmm. A beer. That sounds awfully good right now.