There's a dragon with matches loose on the town

oh yes, there is a fire brewing on the mountain …..just saw the channel 7 news scroll......101 year old woman stabbed to death in her apartment in NYC....what pray tell could a 101 year old woman do to deserve meeting such a violent end......and the next story ?? a Nanny beat a 23 "MONTH" old child to death...….the pot continues to stir.....the cauldron churns, don't adjust your television sets ladies and gentlemen, it's just the Bronx Burning Down ( Howard Cosell)…….august is gonna be a scorcher.....take a whole pale of water, just to cool him down.

There's a starman waiting in the sky

great story in the NY Post about an FDNY fireman in Williamburg who see's and interacts with UFO's, aliens, Ghosts and Angels......his dead dog often visits him on the Lightship and he once saw Abraham Lincoln at a Fire.....best story I have read this month......may have to use our influence to see if our favorite Battalion Chief can get this Guy to Sweater Nite 21.....get on the case Duff....this guy will be the entertainment, who needs Mac?

Beaky Buzzard

that was the funny character on the bugs bunny cartoons....he used to fly around singin " My momma done told me, to bring home somethin for dinner"..., and then Bugs would get him all confused and ask him questions and while he pondered the answer he would scream "Don't tell me now, don't tell me"......that must be what's going on in Toronto this week.....in case you missed it.....a gunman ….Faisal Hussein ; walked the streets randomly shooting people...killin a 10 year old girl and wounding dozens....authorities were stumped for a motive.....really ? I can tell you one thing...Faisal probably wasn't a disgruntled Leafs fan disappointed with James Van Reimsdyk signing with the flyers ( that would be me)…...oh, silly side note....ISIS claimed responsibility......but let's not rush to judgement...….

Just Like New York City

Just like Jericho...….remember the week before Hurricane Sandy ? I do......it was a bizarre week......a nanny on the upper west side murdered two kids in her care in a bathtub and said she was possessed to do so.....a NYC Cop was arrested as he prepared to kidnap and Cook two people....The Cannibal Cop as the NY Post labled him...and there were more truly insane stories that surfaced in the days leading up to the big storm....some people even theorized that the pressure of the Massive storm was the driving force that sent people that teetered on the brink of insanity.....over the edge.....the heat has a way of driving people over the edge too... this August I think we will see an explosion of insanity in this fair city....America has been boiling since Election Day 2016...I have a strange feeling the lid will pop off next month....high humidity, rising temps and general ill will amongst the masses...I can feel it coming....I just hope that I am in the sanctity of Club Gato when it does....Pace the halls and climb the walls Get out when they blow ( Garcia/Hunter)

I was sittin home alone one night

in L.A. watchin Ol Cronkite...on the seven o'clock news ( Dylan) now I am certainly not an advocate for watching the evening news too closely, it's a horribly slanted attack on our nation....but it is important to watch from a distance just to see what our enemies are up to.....I atch with the sound on Mute and occasionally a video will get my attention and I have to see what exactly is happening...….lately it's been all the same.....grainy, bodegaesque phootage from apartment building security cameras and street survelience etc etc.....but the them is the same.....the natives are getting restless in the heat.....restless and Bold......mistaken identity murders by machette…...everyday attacks on the elderly for pennies on the dollar....and attempted rapes in public places....most recently between 2 parked cars on the upper east side...…...the common criminal can smell weakness in the air....its a return to the days of Dinkins.....a lawlessness that invades the senses and stenches the entire city.....Mookie blaylock has no concern for consequences...…...animales gonna do whatever the fuck animales want.....the crock pot is simmering.....come august it's gonna blow...…………………………….Didn’t seem like much was happenin’, So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.. Seems like every time you turn around There’s another hard-luck story that you’re gonna hear..... And there’s really nothin’ anyone can say..... And I never did plan to go anyway, ... To Black Diamond Bay (

We've got to move these refrigerators

We gotta move these color TV's... that's what mark knofler and Dire Straits were joking about in the mid 80's classic " money for nothing and chicks for free" ( chicks was later changed to drinks for free in Slapstick's).....and on an absolutely ridiculous serious note....good ole Chicago appears to be the first city ready to roll out UNIVERSAL BASIC INCOME..... don't scratch your head trying to figure it out America....it is exactly what it sounds like..... Money for Nothing.....the African American has officially waved the white flag and surrendered..... for the past century we have knocked down every excuse....we can't get promoted or hired.....ok here's affirmative action.....we can't afford to live in good neighborhoods and go to good schools.....mandated affordable low income housing in every neighborhood....we can't get into good colleges.....the diversity movement and the elimination of standard testing.....we can't get jobs in this economy..... historically low unemployment....what now buckwheat ? Ok, ok,ok.....we really don't want to work....we are untrainable and have zero work ethic... give us basic income so weezie can axe like we got jobs....... knofler was right.... banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee.

And when you hear that song

Come crying like the wind,it seems like All this life...was but a dream..... Stella Blue.( Hunter/Garcia)......and if it is but a dream, it has been a good one...I sit in the yard on a postcard perfect Saturday, drinking ice cold delicious beeeeeer, listening to the soothing sounds of the Grateful Dead and watching my Metsies on TV.....accompanied by my faithful dog Matteau Matteau....man's best friend.... what else is there ?.. I'm not looking for much more....as Jackson Browne would say.... when the mornin light comes streaming in...we get up and do it again...amen.....none of it matters in the end, it's the days between that matter...."All the years combine they melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end there's just a song comes crying like the wind through all the broken dreams and vanished years"

Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.

that unmistakable imagery was provided by John Perry Barlow of course and the black Throated wind....i'm in the midst of reading his autobiography..."Oh Mother, American Night"...and I do not want this book to end......as anxious as I am to turn pages and follow his incredible journey through this world, his front row seat to the show of a lifetime and his participation in the Greatest circus that Was/IS the Grateful Dead.....I just don't want to get to the end of this book......our hero dies at the end of course, and don't/wont we all.....I try to limit how many pages a day I allow myself to read on the train....he was a fascinating character.....and as I read it, another one of my nieces/nephews has followed my advice and joined this circus.....my niece Arielle went to her first Dead & Co show last Saturday at Dodger Stadium and was pleased.....in an angry, hostile world , where we are constantly attacked with media, social media and disturbing video news.....at a time where our country is literally fighting for our lives against the entire world....it is essential to take a breath, drink a beer (or 30 ) and listen to the Grateful Fucking Dead......that is the one, TRUE , constant....rest in peace Jerry, Pigpen, Brent and Mr John Perry Barlow....the lucky ones down here will never forget. The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in With its words of a lie that could almost be true. Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light. I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do Goin back home that's what I'm gonna do Turnin' around, That's what I'm gonna do