happy hollow days

its the time of year to feel happy about cold air, slush, severe fear of breaking your hip, overly excited people parking SUV’s, listening to crap music in every possible store you go in to,  lots of leaves, having to decide whether to give the salvation army woman,  who is ringing a very  irritating bell for all its worth , …(thought bubble) .should i..?? …give her   any money and if salvation is really purchasable…??…i hope that’s a word.

here is my 20 year old christmas card . i have become like Dear Abby , i use the same photo everyday  in my newspaper column for 35 years , then i die and everyone goes ‘ oh my he/she was so young’ !..well i’m not young..to paraphrase Dylan ‘my hair was so much darker then, it’s whiter than that now …..a lot!)..

the local museum has asked me to donate my bones to a Neanderthal exhibit that they have planned…i am researching that option.

this is my black telecaster that jimmy page would not sign for me because he thought i would sell it and make 12 dollars or something… we had hung out some and he was ok one time then another time he was not …so right before he left that time i asked him to sign it, it would have been very cool to have..but he refused .. .he made me feel like a cheap pair of trousers in  a tuxedo store..i was shamed…and i gave him my elmore james magazine anyway because i am nice to people, as a rule ,..and i really admire him….jimmy…well jimmy And elmore….i bet elmore was nicer……this was before the internet even, so where was i gonna sell it, ?..at my yard sale…?.who would even believe the autograph was real anyway…?..oh so you know jimmy page..?/..get a job..!!……..crickey.,.,! gnarly  old   jessie…!…i still have the Led Zep I album that he signed to me…i didnt sell it, i love it much…..but i could have used the 12 dollars.