Song of the day, JImmie Lunceford And His Orchestra, Rhythm is our Business
Song of the day: Tommy Tutone, 567-5309
Grey sky, gray snow, and gray spirits.
A typical January day, minus 11 inches of snow and plus 12 degrees. Squirrels seen sunning themselves on rocks.
Song of the day, Albert Ammons and Pete Johnson, Sixth Avenue Express
These mysterious structures were built millions of years ago, perhaps, by ancient suburbanites of this locale. The local legends speak of something referred to only as “weenie-roasts.” What actually took place here, what purpose these small monolithic structures served, what happened to the forgotten tribes that used them for some long lost purpose… well, we may never know the true story. We are left with conjecture and imagination. Could this be the representation of an ancient spacecraft that landed here before recorded time? Or it is an igloo precursor, hewn from stone by long-lost technology? Or some sort of communication device? Or an early sauna? Or the beehive of the gods???
Song of the day: Theme from the X Files
Yesterday’s Phenology: Just plain hot. I checked weather.com in the mid afternoon: “95.4 degrees. Feels like 114.” Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far, but there was an awful lot of sunshine out there that rather discouraged outdoor activities. Tomorrow should be more pleasant. But no rain is in sight.
Song of the day: The Temptations, I Wish it Would Rain