AND COULDN'T FEEL FINER

 BAYFIELD'S BEACH AND HARBOR MOUTH AREA

A cold rainy day dampened my spirits and I couldn't seem to pull myself out of it.  Climbing into the Jeep I put Pheebs window down and cranked up the heat.  Tuning the radio I shuffled my feet and we were off.  Off to where I didn't know but going there I knew we'd be going slow.  With some gravel under the tires and some mud on the fender, I had a feeling this day was gonna be a dead-ender.  Nevertheless, we put on a few miles but fewer less were our Monday smiles.  Home again, our day went slow and I had no energy to keep up with the flow.  So I turned up the heat and put up my feet, tipped back in my recliner, and couldn't feel finer:))

 IT WAS A COLD AND WET DRAB DAY AS PHEEBS AND I ROLLED OUT OF OUR PARK HEADING FOR BAYFIELD

 A NICE SWATCH OF COLOR

Ellen's Groove:)) I like this short little bass line Ellen does called, Victa.  Watch her fine fingerwork on the fretboard and the voice you hear in the background is her dad Hovak clowning around.   

 IT WAS THE LEAVES AND THE COLOR OF THE CAR IN THIS SETTING THAT CAUGHT MY EYE

Al's Music Box:)) Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is by Chicago first appeared on their debut 1969 album, 'Chicago Transit Authority'.  Robert Lamm who wrote and sang the song said. "It's not a complicated song, but it’s certainly a quirky song. But that was my intent. I wanted to write something that wasn’t ordinary, that wasn’t blues-based, that didn’t have ice cream changes, and would allow the horns to shine.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A bookseller conducting a market survey asked a woman, “Which book has helped you most in your life?”  The woman replied, “That would be my husband’s check book.”

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TEACHER: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?
PUPILS: A teacher.

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One rainy evening,a couple emerged from a restaurant only to find that they had locked the keys in the car. The husband insisted he could open the door with a wire coat hanger, so we went back to the restaurant to get one. There were none to be found.
The husband then ran to a department store a few blocks away and returned with a hanger. After a few attempts, he got the door open and they both climbed in.  As they sat there, soaked and cold, he stuck the hanger under his seat. With a smug grin, he said, “Now if this ever happens again, I'll have one.”
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