Monthly Archives: January 2008

A Man Breathes Into A Saxophone

Got the remastered edition of The Joshua Tree for Christmas. (Thanks!) And while the album is just as good as always, the return to this very familiar album is rather uneventful through the first three tracks. “Where The Streets Have No Name.” “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” “With Or Without You.” All

How Not To Fry A Turkey

… and still emerge unscathed. (A photographic journey.) Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR. And after all that waiting, the bird was quite tasty. I’d made the joke about halfway through that unless our luck improved, we wouldn’t be eating dinner until 2008. That wasn’t quite true. We had about twenty minutes to spare, eastern standard time.

Twenty-Aught-Eight

Some twelve hours ago, we rang in the New Year. We’re some thirty miles or so outside of Nashville, enjoying time with friends (as we’ve done for Eves and Days previous). As tradition dictates, the central event of the holiday was the annual cooking of my company-issued turkey. 14 pounds this time. There’s a whole