He said Harvey's a funny name

If you ever go to Houston Better walk right Keep your hands in your pockets And your gun-belt tight You'll be asking for trouble If you're lookin' for a fight If you ever go to Houston Boy, you better walk right ( B.Dylan) The media can't seem to figure out how they want to report the story of Hurricane Harvey pounding the 4th largest city in the nation...mixed in with obligatory tales of woe are amusing tidbits of a granny that called chick fil-A for a delivery and instead was rescued by the manager of the store on a jet ski..... hilarious....and the lady who found 2 alligators in her sumberged yard.... jocularity ensued....on the one hand they'd love to blame Trump somehow but aren't sure if they sb criticizing him for not helping the poor blacks...OR to criticize him for helping TEXAS too much ( since he has tremendous support in the state )I've heard both arguments already and the rain hasn't even stopped yet..... there's barely a peep out of the media with regards to Houston NOT telling citizens to evacuate....are they showing common sense restraint ? ( How could you possibly evacuate the 4th largest city in 36 hours....and where would you send 2.5 million people ?)......or Are the media shying away from this issue because the Mayor is black ? Race is at the center of every issue in this country......if the mayor was a good old boy named Bubba he would have already been labeled a racist and accused of placing Dynamite in the levvies.....yes the media is grappling... just wait until someone realizes that the Great Sam Houston was a slave owner..... and the racist bastard killed Mexicans during the war.....my bets on Deblasio to rename Houston Street the Eric Garner Avenue before he leaves office....it's funny, but will be a reality soon.

" yesterday I begged you

Before I Hit the ground, all I leave behind me, is only what I found (Hunter/Garcia)....so as I sat in the Walt Street pub, I was bothered by the incoherent mumblings of the ghosts to the right....so much so that I posted a blog entry at 1:50.....I took the 2:08 Train home and repaired to the yard for more delicious beer with my dog and the Grateful Dead.... unbeknownst to me....my uncle Pat had passed away shortly after noon....so those ghosts may not have been random Walt Street pub spirits, but perhaps some people I know..... I sure hope they weren't surprised to see me Drinking beer and betting horses on a Monday afternoon in a dive bar....it's one of the things I do best.

Bring me my pistol

As i sit in the Walt Street pub , listening to the 15 or 20 HOT TUNA and DEAD songs i played on the jukebox, i am Disturbed by the mumbling of the 4 or 5 folks to my right....as i suck on my 8yh...9th....or 15th beer of the day.... nobody is counting... and nobody is a square.....and it turns out.... there's nobody to my right.... just the voices of the invisible dead....not Jerry....but the ghosts that haunt me....and talk about me and Mumble in the outskirts....i can chase them....i choose not...i live with ghosts and spirits.....i just wish they'd buy a fuckin round.

cristobal colombo

sweater nite 20 is proud to spearhead the campaign to rename Columbus circle in manhattan after Lief Erikson and Saint Brendan the Navigator.....the true discoverers of North America..

sunny side of the street is dark

I am quite the cynic when I choose to be.....but I must admit that yesterday's eclipse was pretty cool....hundreds of people came out of their offices and stood on Washington Blvd ( soon to be renamed crispus attucks avenue) to watch the spectacular air show......very different scene than in 1979 when the Nuns in O.L.A. closed the shades on the classroom windows, fearing the eclipse would blind us and make us go Mad..........well Sister Rita Ann....we can still see....but the eclipse may have tainted our water supply as increasing levels of insanity seem to follow that graduating class in 1979......anyhow, NASA was so impressed by the response of ordinary Americans across the country that the said they will have another eclipse next Monday , for those folks who missed yesterdays.....unfortunately tho....ESPN has purchased the television rights and vowed to move the eclipse to 9:18 P.M. Eastern standard time......well until Buffalo 2024 I'll just see you on the Dark Side of the Moon.

it's allright Ma.......i'm only bleeding

Darkness at the break of noon... Shadows even the silver spoon.... The handmade blade, the child’s balloon... Eclipses both the sun and moon.... To understand you know too soon... There is no sense in trying......(b.Dylan) Monday August 21st 2017......welcome to the eclipse.....thousands of mental patients coast to coast are setting up tents in the Path of the eclipse to see the Moon pass in front of the sun......i'm gonna take a lunch and have a pint in the Lunar Pub in Hoboken and when darkness falls upon the earth in mid afternoon, well......im gonna cut out on my check.....that'll learn em.

"I used to sing on the mountains

Has the ocean lost its way? "....0 (John Bonham).........lots of talk lately about George Orwell and 1984...eery similarities to the current state of this nation.....I quote."every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street and building has been renamed, every date has been altered... history has stopped".....is this what we want ? Two weeks ago I talked about the "left" and the palatinians not wanting peace because they thrived on hostility and unrest.... they wouldn't know what to do with themselves....the Palastinians are more obsessed with the destruction of Isreal than they are with the well being of their own children.....the left doesn't want equality for blacks, LGBT and the freaks of the day club.... they want to tear down this nation ( literally).....they want to erase our history and rewrite it....they want to expunge the forefathers of this nation...and they are succeeding, not in baby steps, but in leaps and bounds.... they are forcing every AMERICAN to choose a side..... The battle seems more immenent than ever...we are reaching a point of no return....a point where reconciliation is no longer possible....I fear for the future of this country.

Beauvoir

Truth be told, there just ain't a heck of a lot to do in pascagoula Mississippi on a Saturday night or any other day of the week....and so us thirsty young lads would pile into a pickup truck and haul ass to norleans ... time permitting.....but if time didn't provide the luxury of a visit to the big easy, well; we set our sights on Gulfport and Biloxi.....on one such sojourn I found myself stumbling around early one morn with some shipmates.... waiting for the bars to open no doubt...and we came across a gated palatial estate.....a monument.....a tourist attraction.... what pray tell could this be ? It was the post civil war residence of Jefferson Davis....the one and only "President" of the Confederate States.....shock at first.... followed by disbelief..... followed by anger......I myself not being a civil war historian did not realize that Jeff Davis was pardoned and returned to society after a short time being held in a prison for a trial that never came...... I was forced to do some research and was equally surprised to learn that Mr Davis attended West Point....was a lt Colonel in the Army during the American Indian and Mexican American wars...was a Senator and served as Secretary of War... before resigning and accepting the Presidency of the Confederate States and.....what he thought was constitutionally protected...the secession from the Union.....not exactly the Dukes of Hazard clown type that is historically representative of the white males in the South.....so if you are keeping score at home....it was okay for the colonies to declare Independence from The King..... BUT not okay for the South to do the same....oh but that's a longer story..... anyway I wasn't pleased back in 1989....but I now understand why he was honored and why his legacy was preserved....at least until now.....my story has a happy ending...no not a massage....us Squids found a barge that was a combination Casino and a bar....we drank and gambled and forgot all about Beauvoir....the home of Jefferson Davis.

Stuck inside of mobile

With the Memphis blues again.....I know I have shared this story before...either on the blog or in the dogpark with my peeps....but during that dry dock period of 1989 I was splitting time between Pensacola, fl and Pascagoula, ms.....I used to take a greyhound bus on Fridays back to Mississippi.....that bus made a 2 hour stopover at 4:00 in Mobile, alabamy....being the thirsty young pup that I was and still am, I was always on the lookout for a friendly pub to slake my thirst.....none to be found in Mobile....as I went from bar to bar I was greeted by plaques and cardboard signs that stated "Private Club, Members only"......certainly that was a clever plot to keep the descendants of emperor spoonjiah out of da club.....Shirley once they saw I was a good ol boy they would waive the membership requirement, fling open the doors and welcome me in to have a frosty bud and play a few Allman bros and Skynyrd tunes on the jukebox......not to be......seems yankee dogs are on an even lower rung on the ladder than jimmies......after two consecutive Fridays of being turned away, I gave up....began bringing a six of pints and sitting in a local park during the stopover.....it may have saved my life....one Friday while drinking a beer under a shade tree , I picked up the local newspaper and was reading about the trial of a group of white men that HUNG a black man from an Oak Tree in a Park in downtown Mobile.......now in the late 80's they were trying people from the civil rights movement of the 60's....old cases reopened thanks to DNA and new evidence.....Shirley this was one of those cases.......wrong again.....the public hanging took place in 1987.........who knows.....if bubba and company let me in to one of their private clubs and I started storytelling in all my Brooklyn accented glory, I might have found myself next to reggie McKenzie on the next oak tree.........the deep, dark south.......more to come......next up....Biloxi and Gulfport.

memories of the deep , dark south

I am just a quiet unassuming dog with the ability to type.....these tales or tails were overheard by the fire pit in the third person vernacular......in February of 1989 the USS Luce went into dry dock in Pascagoula Mississippi for 6 months.....there is a daily ritual onboard ships that are in port or dry dock that is called sweepers........"sweepers, Sweepers Man your brooms" is the command over the IC....and everyone that is "on duty" that day has to sweep the various compartments they are responsible for and to basically take out the garbage from every trash can and haul everything to the pier dumpsters or the fantail......well the Captain of the LUCE in 1989 was Cdr Lance A. Waters.....LA LAW as he liked to call himself.....well he thought it was be funny and perfectly fitting to play DIXIE over the loudspeakers during SWEEPERS every day.....since we were in the deep south of course.....and one sailor from Brooklyn....a guy who didn't particularly like LA Law, sent an anonymous letter to the Captain posing as an African American sailor and proclaiming to be deeply offended by the playing of DIXIE on many levels...it reminded him of slavery, and was also the rallying cry for the rebels that tried to secede and defeat the US Government....the sailor went on to say that he was next going to contact the NAACP and the Department of Defense........interestingly enough....DIXIE was never played during sweepers again.....this story came back to me while watching the riots in Charlottesville Virginia over the weekend and then again listening to Presidents Trumps remarks......I am NO Nazi.....I don't like the KKK and the KKK hates me and my religion....they also took Joey Ramones baby away.....but I saw fist fights in the street in Virginia.....there were definitely two sides fighting....and yes America...they are both guilty.....neither side had God on their side as Bob Dylan would say.......more on the deep south as I sought out these other stories I have "overheard".........Martians of the future....I am concerned the NSA may be eavesdropping.....we'll talk offline.

There you stood

On the edge of your feather, expecting to Fly (N.Young).... Or on the precipice of disaster as I like to paraphrase....and so here we stand.... the sabre rattling between our dear leader and senyor Un is deafening....volleys of nuclear missiles and the solar eclipse, preacher man says who gets there first is uncertain..... I think of all the money I foolishly contributed to my 401k instead of Drinking premium beeeers....ah well....if this is indeed the end of the world as we know it... it's been fun.... I hope somehow this blog survives to explain to the aliens how we got here....what went right, what went wrong and that the Rangers we're the only NHL team to win 35 straight Stanley Cups..... that's right future martians, we are a hockey dynasty....anyhoo if the world is gonna end soon , I hope it happens before I have to buy Donnie that steak for the Kettletoga contest.....cmon Kim Jong, fire when ready.....but seriously we are spinning dangerously close to an encounter with no good outcomes....all roads lead to varying degrees of disaster....if anyone Thinks we are going to take out north Korea's leadership team, marginalize their weapons and liberate their masses....they are mistaken..... South Korea, Japan and Guam can say goodbye, he will certainly detonate a few nuclear Bombs on the peninsula.....Russia and China may put aside their differences and team up to come at us unified....it won't be pretty....if we attack North Korea we may as well nuke Moscow and bejing simultaneously.a la Michael Corleone...as Dylan says, and with the final shot he won the war after loosing every battle..... anyway lads.....drink up this Friday..... nobody is guaranteed Saturday... not even Glen Campbell.

Branding is Key

I just copy righted the official slogan for sweater Nite 20....."Fire and Fury the World has never known" thanks mister President.

Down in the valley of the shadows

It's just you..... Alabama....and me.(Hunter/Garcia).... although not necessary it's still fun to evoke the deep South when talking about racism....why does it Still exist in 2017 ?.....well yesterday the Trump Administration created a Nationwide panic, no not because North Korea is about to Nuke us; but rather because it seemed to be questioning affirmative action with regards to college admissions..... hmmmmm.....in 2017 we are all "clearly" equal....some more equal than others ( in new Jersey the disproportionate amount of money that goes to education in the black and Hispanic districts is staggering ) but Shirley if a black man can be elected President then there is nothing holding his brothers and sisters back... Shirley we are the land of equal opportunity..so why do we still have racial quotas ? Why are we trying to address discrimination against blacks by implementing discrimination against whites ? That divides the nation and inspires resentment at the least and hatred at it's extreme.....the majority of Americans accept each other and respect everyone's right to exist and pursue happiness..... doesn't mean we have to eat, drink and sleep together to prove we aren't racist.... But why hasn't natural evolution won yet...why are the minorities ( in status, not volume) still minorities ? Why haven't they weaved their way into the everyday fabric of American Life like so many generations of immigrants before them ?.... I will give you a simple answer although in truth we could go on for days......the LEFT needs racism.... without it they have no message...no enemy to blame,no devil to fight... no cause to rally the masses against....it's like the arabs in Palestine..... what the fuck would they do with their lives if they didn't have the Jews to obsess about....they are terrified of peace because they loose their cause......and the liberals are terrified of equality and peace amongst AMERICANS for the same reason....they must continuously bang the drum, stir the pot and divide the nation.....I hope I die before I get old.

Jerome John Garcia

Scuffle for a nickel, struggle for a dime Forget about the past, leave your worries behind How come the future has to take such a long, long time.... When you're waiting for a, When you're waiting for a, When you're waiting for a miracle......a Bruce Cockburn song, but Jerry sang it so well.....on what would have been his 75th birthday I thought it was appropriate.... Happy Birthday Jerry, smile down on us if you please.