hut...hutt...hofs

Monday, Ms. Megablogger and I took long walk, good way to start week, better if we had done it again. We didn't.

Tues./Weds. spent time rearranging my office, which is really fairly hard to do, but we pulled it off. Ms. Megablogger bought me some shelving, which I'm trying to grow into. It's not absolutely straightforward, but desk position is much better. So there.

Thursday, finally took delivery of dishwasher and that evening, Rick came by and installed. Worth all the wait and all.

Friday morning, a very nervous Kirt is knocking on our back door before 7 with paper, discovers egregious error, isn't happy on way out. Now comes the fun: local writer in big paper whom he included in article is pissed...very much that way. So lots of negotiating, quitting, changing mind, etc., finally, everything okay. Fun to watch.

Gary called Shea to go out to lunch, told him she needs several day's notice. No kidding.

In p.m., Ms. Megablogger and I went to Hof's to cash in our Sept. coupon, then walked over to Border's for the fun o'it. At Border's, spoke with the Wilson High web master - it's a long story about mistaken identity and my questioning - so I might have a source now.

harbor cruise and more

Last Saturday (9-14), Budda Khan (Ed Carter) co-hosted a show with me on the Internet and who knows?

That nite, Ms. Megablogger and I took a very relaxing harbor cruise out of Ports O Call, with a nice drive back and forth between San Pedro over the bridge. It was a prime rib dinner, open bar - wow! - and some very romantic sights and sites between Pedro and Shoreline...we even danced...and danced fast to Shout. Mike Stark was generous in this regard.

That nite, Wagman called to tell me of a problem with cruisinmusic and began talking to Shea as I wasn't home. In previous visits, he couldn't care less about her, but after speaking with her at length, he believes she'll be the next big thing in radio, and guess what? She just might be. It's hysterical.

Ken B. of the 2 Kens was down this weekend over chances of taking over the station, but what a diff. a few days make. Now it's all thumbs up. Hoping so.

Kirt was in and out of touch on various stories like Alan Katz, who went off on TV. Cable ran my Huggy Boy show twice, very emotional, especially for Ms. Megablogger.

So, Wednesday nite, Shea does her first show with Wagman, except the station freezes up, so we don't get it, and by the time we do, I've gone to a police mtg. about To Catch A Predator, so I don't catch any of her show, but learn a ton about sexual offenders. She and Wagman, and Sylvia, thought it was good to great, can't wait to hear it. Now she and Wag are getting remarkably tight.

Thursday, went to h.s. lunch with Bill, Alan, Jim Van Leuven, McDougal. Had learned that a.m. in PT that Danny Flores had died, so decided to go to Forest Lawn. Before all of that, checked out three record deals and got an example of the Rosetta Stone of 45 collecting, the original packaging RCA sent out the first 45s in 1949...bunch of 45s, LPs and EPs...even a book on record collecting, from 2 sisters in two different houses, $3 and #15. Then met a gay guy on the Shore, very unpleasant, then went to lunch. Drove up to Forest Lawn for Flores funeral, very sad, kids sang and played...glad I went. Al A and the Roadrunner were there and Gary showed up. Full house and more.

Sat., no toilet, stopped up. Waited all day for Rick, who finally showed up, which was good. Couldn't reach any plumbers, except one who refused to give us a quote, so we refused to give him our biz. Dicey, since Rick was maybe 50-50 about showing up.

Sunday, went to record show, saw Mark S., Mike N., Mike V., Mike S., Ray (big story about trip back to GA to meet up with asshole about $1 LPs), Dennis N., Blas, Jim, Mark G., Phil, Jim P., Jim C., Dennis L., Robby, Randy F., Mike W., Tony, Randy T. and more...I'm some sort of male collector magnet - picked up about 50 45s at fire sale prices, some of them quite valuable, some flyers, good, bad, very few ugly. Saw Al A. at show, told me there was a reception for Huggy after funeral, as I gave talk, wondered why I wasn't included? Wouldn't have gone necessarily.

anniversary - and 9/11

Friday was an amazingly touching day, for it was Huggy Boy's funeral. We left at about noon and fought the heavy traffic into Rose Hills, that freeway is bad news. Saw many folks we hadn't seen in years, then came the time...after Art Laboe spoke, I was honored to give a few memories, which seemed to go over okay and were reported positively in L.A. Radio column. Saw some low rider cars, came home, missing Huggy Boy. Rested and got in a bad argument that night.

Sat., Shea went to Friscos with Kirt and we decided to see Vicky Tafoya at a gallery on Alamitos Ave., and damned glad we did. It was a potluck and we ate, drank and pretty well lived it up to Vicky's fine singing.

Sunday, we did more stuff. Watched too much football, that's for sure.

As usual, 9/11 was a bummer. This year it was a Monday, our 41st awedding nniversary so while the country wept, we argued about what went on Friday night, but the evening and the $97 lobster for Ms Megablogger, king crab for me dinner - not counting tip - at Parker's Lighthouse was good and the evening was fun and romantic.

Tuesday, met with Paul O. at the coffee place, good meeting, then met with trad jazz collector Ron Goins and saw some 45s at nearby house.

Weds, today, it was cable commission. Smits, the new guy was a roadie for Frost, tiring day downtown, not crazy about Hines-Grubb alliance, two women with no sense of humor - Hines wants to be in a more prestigous commission - can't argue with that, but I did. For the hell of it all.

Labor Day

Friday night, Petke calls, asking where's a good Little India restaurant, made my recommendation, and he'll get back to me. On Sat., he does. We'll meet Sunday.

Sat. a.m., went to anti dog pound protest, got photos, talked with the doggie peeps, split, not much of a time.

Sun. a.m. At his request, picked up Petke at his home, he'd left his car downtown. He directed me to the fwy - north of Blue Line, but when I got on, it was stopped, fire trucks directly ahead, no room to maneuver, had to make a choice - no telling how long we'd be stuck, so at Petke's urging, we backed down the damned on ramp to where the 405/710 interchange changes into Pacific - dangerous maneuver to be sure, but we pulled it off. Drove downtown via Pacific, got to Smooths to meet Ryan - but he wasn't there yet!

Waited for an hour, he got up, got there, interesting guy, had some food, but because of p.m. party, had to leave early. Gave him about 75 pages of Smoggy Weather Blues as he'd interested in starting to publish.

Had great time in p.m. at Judy - Paul's - right people were there, great food, beer, etc. Mike Johnson, Paul's friend who takes him to Nicaragua often got blitzed, hope he got home okay. Made genealogy book, took it to get together - Joyce & Bonnie were both interested.

Monday, Sandy called about Huggy Boy's funeral - she wants me to talk & control the crowd on Friday, so I guess I have to go. Didn't do much, though we did go to Sears to buy a new dishwasher. In the p.m., Petke & Ryan showed up, we talked about cable situations, but no focus yet. Then we went to see Dr. Demento - Ryan's idea. What do I have to lose? I think it put him off, but he's been pissed at me. He did agree to do a show for Petke. We then went to Westside Morry's or some such, had happy hour food and beer. Good time. I see what they mean, these are two spontaneous guys, but I'm not sure how happy Mary is with it.

Tuesday, worked. Wednesday, see Tuesday. Interviewed to two articles both days.