It’s been a very busy month in Trumpville. Our main man gave a major speech outlining his plans to deny entry into the US of people who exhibit all the worst examples of his own brand of personality traits. Trump Traits® they’ll be called, in all the paperwork printed on official White House stationary. “You know they’re quality, because they have the name Trump branded right on the packaging.”
So… We go haulin’ off down the road, ’cause there’s this spot where the night skies are supposed to be breathtaking… We… Also known as “I”, for short. I go haulin’ off down the road.
Today is the day we remember the birth of Alfred Lord Tennyson. He succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate of England, which is some mighty large shoes to fill. He was made a Baron by Queen Victoria, because of his popularity, which in turn made him the first to sit in the House of Lords based solely upon the merit of his verse. Being the first at most anything you can imagine is a very cool thing. As long as that ‘thing’ is a cool thing…
Today, fun-loving people everywhere remember the incidence of Jamaican independence. Or is that ‘sun’ loving people…? I can never keep it straight. Especially when I’m there.
Today is the day that Louis Armstrong turns the ripe old age of 115 years young. One of the most influential jazz musicians of all time certainly doesn’t need any help from whatever poor excuses for writing I could send his way. So we’ll let him speak for himself. And no celebration of the great Louis Armstrong would be complete without the following… Of course, you could say that about any number of his recordings. When the Saints Go Marching In. Summertime. April in Paris. Pick one… Pick them all… Enjoy! Happy birthday, Pops. Image found here.