11/6/19 22:05 Bethlehem, PA
I spoke to Joey earlier while I was in the office. He looked happy, healthy and I thought we
would have another FaceTime tonight. This
was a night when I read. Currently reading
End of Watch by Stephen King, which is Part II in the Mr. Mercedes trilogy. Love his pace and the compact hits, like rib
shots from a boxer who is close enough to swing all of his weight into
me. Anyway, it’s quiet here. There is a large dog barking at something in
the night. Some traffic. One of the neighbors across the street is
fighting again and he’s yelling. This is different, since these outbursts do not occur
during the week. He has his standards, so
something must have wrecked him. I
submitted my most recently completed novel to a publisher. I sent a sample to a local agent and there it
is, not giving up on the dream. On my
lunch break, I walked around the neighborhood and listened to a podcast on The
Clash, it was Chuck D from Public Enemy.
I sent a link to Dave since I know he will enjoy it. There were some excellent clips from Strummer
yelling at the US Festival, cursing at the last gig as The Clash and his
attempts to reform the group, especially as Mick Jones formed BAD. I didn’t know he played on their first
album. And weeks before Strummer died,
the duo were on a stage for a benefit concert by chance. Their last song, London’s Burning, which was
the first song they wrote.
Thank you for reading this.
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