As live albums go, it's hard to beat At Fillmore East by The Allman Brothers Band. They were a jam band before the term was invented.
This summer, my going-into-first-grade son has played rookie league ball, which is machine-pitch baseball. Since I didn't get to play organized baseball when I was kid, I'm living vicariously through him. It's been fun practicing with him and working as one the team's ad hoc coaches. The first day of the tournament started on Monday, and my son's team lost its first game, which was difficult because they are a good-hitting team, but they've had defensive issues on a consistent basis. They kicked it around the yard last night and lost because of it. Bad deal. They barely won their game tonight. And tomorrow night they have a game. It's a double-elimination tournament, so it's either win and advance or lose and the season is over.
One of the moms who was watching taekwondo class on Tuesday was reading a Reader's Digest. I'm surprised that mag is still around and that people still read it.
The article, "Supreme Court Upholds Little Caesar's Right to Feed Christian Employees to Lions," is a wonderful bit of satire. Carpe diem, bitches.