Friday, October 21, 2016

Wouldn't have a clue

Friday, October 14, 2016

Seven sad forests

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Waterfalls of pity roar

Monday, October 03, 2016


This don't look like tennis, but it sure is a racket.

There is also the question of Mr. Trump’s debt. Mr. Trump personally guaranteed $832 million of debt related to his casinos and other assets. Under tax code provisions available to real estate developers, he could take the full amount as a deduction even if he didn’t invest a dime of his own money.


Blue Monday, Ralph Willis edition

Friday, September 30, 2016

Give you everything I've got for a little piece of mind


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Jean Shepard

Monday, September 26, 2016

Blue Monday, Elmore James edition

Friday, September 23, 2016

Seems appropriate


Monday, September 19, 2016

Blue Monday, Charlie Patton edition

Friday, September 16, 2016

They felt fine


Friday, September 09, 2016

Biting the hand?

I'm with her


Monday, September 05, 2016

Blue Monday, Billie Holiday edition

Friday, September 02, 2016

This ain't no Gentleman Jim

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Monday, August 29, 2016

Most people call me...Jim

Gene Wilder, RIP

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Blue Monday, Freddie King edition

Friday, August 26, 2016


Warren Hinckle, RIP.

In Feed/Back magazine in 1975, Adam Hochschild, a staff writer and later a founder of Mother Jones, wrote: “All action at the magazine swirled around him: a pet monkey named Henry Luce would sit on his shoulder while he paced his office, drink in hand, shouting instructions into a speakerphone across the room to someone in New York about a vast promotional mailing; on his couch would be sitting, slightly dazed, a French television crew or Malcolm X’s widow (who arrived one day surrounded by a dozen bodyguards with loaded shotguns), or the private detective to whom Hinckle had given the title Criminology Editor.”

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Who do you love?

Hopefully, this makes up for last week's unaccountable submission.

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Friday, August 19, 2016


There are so many things about this that defy explanation.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Can't anyone here play this game?

Choo Choo Coleman, RIP.

He stood 5 feet 9 and played at 165 pounds or less, slight for a catcher. His hands were suspect — he “handles outside curve balls like a man fighting bees,” Roger Angell observed in The New Yorker — and in 1963 he finished third among National League catchers in errors (15) and fourth in passed balls (11) despite starting just 66 games behind the plate. He was known for his hustle, and, Angell observed, he was speedy on the bases (though he added, “This is an attribute that is about as essential to catchers as neat handwriting”).

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Monday, August 15, 2016

Blue Monday, Jimmy Reed edition

Friday, August 12, 2016

Killin' for that whiskey, wine and gin

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile

Monday, August 08, 2016


In honor of his 3,000 MLB hit (and, damn, a triple, the most exciting play in baseball and no need to have to negotiate with a fan for the ball!  Guy's a genius):

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Blue Monday, Jerry Garcia edition

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