Yesterday having been a long day that turned into an evening of equally tedious length, I phoned my friend Goforth later in the evening from the car just to see what he would say to make me feel somewhat alive again. He was at a local bar called P.M., hassling the waitresses with another friend who had told him about a female roommate of his (who turned out to be a neighbor) who had in her possession what was described as an “electric slide from the early 1900s.” Naturally, knowing a bit about American-built instruments, I surmised that at the earliest, it was from the 1930s and at the most rare, it was a Rickenbacker “frying pan” model or something similar. I was still on the phone with him as they made their way over to the house where the instrument in question resided. The fellow and his neighbor live on 16th Ave, also known as “Music Row” here in Nashville. I told Goforth to ask the guy if he could get me a record deal. I thought that was funny. Goforth thought that was funny too. Then I got off the phone. He showed me a picture of the thing today and it was a Gibson, probably from the 40s if I know my headstock logos.

Tito called tonight on his way back into town. It was good to hear from him. He told me that, among other places, he had been up in Lake Tahoe, where, starting with $100, he had won $5200 at Craps just by putting his chips where another fellow told him to put them. I thought that sounded pretty good for a guy who probably doesn’t know Texas Hold’em from Blackjack. He said he paid off a car note with the winnings and tomorrow he was going out to buy himself a new pickup truck with leather interior and running boards. You go Tito.

Today I heard about a video on the internets of a tiger fighting a monkey. I’m gonna go check that out.