What’s up with all these old 90s sitcom actors getting hour-long dramedies?
First John Stamos is some Valentino wannabe, and now the guy from “Wings” is a private eye?
Well, I guess, good for them and their careers. I wonder if they have the same agent?
Also: “We’re one Supreme Court nomination away from overturning the Bill of Rights! Go red states!”
Today I watched two girls dig through stacks of my books. I watched them decide which ones were worth something and which ones were just going to be donated. I listened to them ooh and ahh over some of the more unusual books, and occasionally I volunteered an answer to a muttered query (”I see Millenium Approaching, but where are you, Perestroika?” “I never bought Perestroika, it’s not in there.” “Oh, OK. Well, I think we have a copy of it, so yours will still probably sell.”)
It was hard. As they gave me my receipt for $55, I let my gaze linger on the piles they’d created, eyes wandering over familiar titles and cover art. So many good books. I know I don’t need them, I know they were just taking up space, I know if I ever want them again, I will have no trouble finding copies of them. But I still felt that twinge of sadness at saying goodbye to old friends.
The air-conditioner in my church is off this week for repairs.
Of course yesterday and today would, then, be the first 80-degree plus days in weeks.
So. Hot. Good for voice. Bad for pits.
