Notes From The Bungalow Vol. 8
Playing Favorites A few years ago my family and I were on a summer vacation in Rhode Island. It was raining one morning, a morning that I had to drive to my brother’s house a few miles away. The car I was operating was a rental, probably a 2010 model, with very few miles on …
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Staring down the end of the year, I’m debating the deployment of one of several tried, perhaps tired, and true formats for this column; the Best Of list, the Recap, the Resolutions, the Remembrance, and so on. I’ve decided that it’s going to be like a plate at Christmas dinner. …
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Giving Thanks to Saint Burchardi and John Cage I’m not sure exactly when Halloween became the start of the Christmas season, but it seems that ever since the light went out on the jack-o-lantern the airwaves have been jammed with the talk of gift-buying. Late December remains seven weeks away, and in between now and …
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A Judgement to Rush What I don’t want this to be is another in a long line of articles declaring the reasons why this year’s nominations for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is ludicrous because, while filled with deserving candidates, it fails to include some long overdue for consideration, (ie. Rush), …
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At what price? $3.99. I really enjoy a bargain. Probably equally as much, I enjoy finding that bargain. Like the treasure at the end of the hunt. I also enjoy collecting. Finding a bargain to add to a collection is the perfect storm of the shopping experience for me. It stands to reason, then, that …
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Getting Older, Getting Old Several years ago, I had a neighbor named Peter. Peter lived a few houses down from me, and I would often see him out walking his dog. In his 60s, Peter was a pleasant enough guy, and sometimes if I saw him on the street I would stop to talk to …
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To pay or to be paid? That is the question Watching a NASCAR race this past weekend, I was reminded of something known as the Richard Petty Driving Experience, a fantasy camp of sorts that allows anyone with a driver’s license to pay a fee, pass a morning instructional course, and get behind the wheel …
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Club Without a Clubhouse October 17, 2011 will mark the 50th anniversary of one of the most important encounters in rock-and-roll history. It was on that day in 1961 when two English teenagers recognized each other while waiting on a Dartford Station train platform. One had a guitar, the other, some Muddy Waters and Chuck Berry …
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