Nice tribute to your sister. I've already paid for my final airplane ride out over the Golden Gate, no ceremony, just a dump and run.
[Dr. Gonzo] did it right, also.
My pappy grew up in the North Shore suburbs of Chicago, so when he died my sister and I took his ashes to a deserted-in-October beach in one of the towns, opened up the can and spread the "cremains" (as they call them in the undertaking profession) amongst the waves.
I'm sure I've mentioned this book here before, but if not I know you'd enjoy |it.|
In the links: |Assault trombone.|
Oh, I gotta make me one o' those!
Next: the combat accordion.
Don't discount the weaponized banjos!
I know you're used to sixteen or more, sorry, we only have eight.
|Groove's Groove|
A friend of mine used to play a B-3 in a bar band. I don't know how I got suckered into helping him move it, every time.
You know, I collect records but I think I might amend my advanced care directive to preclude this happening.
Mods, I think I have a submission in moderation purgatory. Could you approve it, please.
Nice tribute to your sister. I've already paid for my final airplane ride out over the Golden Gate, no ceremony, just a dump and run.
[Dr. Gonzo] did it right, also.
My pappy grew up in the North Shore suburbs of Chicago, so when he died my sister and I took his ashes to a deserted-in-October beach in one of the towns, opened up the can and spread the "cremains" (as they call them in the undertaking profession) amongst the waves.
I'm sure I've mentioned this book here before, but if not I know you'd enjoy |it.|