tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116287542024-03-29T09:09:46.871-04:00Fat in IndianaJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.comBlogger7920125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-50034836844000421622024-03-29T08:19:00.001-04:002024-03-29T08:19:35.127-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ekoHxB4idmg" width="320" youtube-src-id="ekoHxB4idmg"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-36453692078144375932024-03-28T05:55:00.000-04:002024-03-28T05:55:04.657-04:00I have ideas<p>I am going to open a retail store for suburban soccer mom Hallmark movie watching types. I’ll sell wine and lingerie and call it <b><i>Fill Your Cups.</i></b></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-33877717054423744802024-03-27T15:01:00.005-04:002024-03-27T15:01:57.935-04:00More waste of time<p> I watched a squirrel in the maple tree outside my office window. He ate some emerging leaves then stretched out on a branch and apparently took a nap. I think that is a good idea. Unfortunately, I don’t think my employer would agree. </p><p>Real baseball starts tomorrow. The Cubs dart the season against the defending champs. I guess we will find out soon if they are contenders or pretenders. </p><p>There is one more day to work this week. I get a Good Friday off as a holiday. I need a break. </p><p>Biden has claimed he rode a train many times across the collapsed Key Bridge in Baltimore. The bridge only handles cars. He is either a liar or confused. Neither is a trait you want in your president.</p><p>I suspect some of you will disagree about that too. </p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-18000539232232902052024-03-27T10:25:00.001-04:002024-03-27T10:25:05.039-04:00Break TimeHow about some classic rock?<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MQYybpKlDh0" width="320" youtube-src-id="MQYybpKlDh0"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-51440611837632236652024-03-26T05:42:00.005-04:002024-03-26T05:42:00.143-04:00Joe Biden has just supported terroristsThe Biden Administration has done a lot of despicable things. The way they stabbed Israel in the back yesterday at the UN is an all time low.<div><br /></div><div>Biden is clearly on the side of terrorists. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is akin to telling the US to just forget it after 9/11</div><div><br /></div><div>Spit. I’m ashamed of this President.</div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-34905045359076593632024-03-25T06:22:00.003-04:002024-03-25T06:45:28.569-04:00Power corrupts but not as much as money under the table <p>It is Monday. You knew that already. I had a righteous rant mostly composed in my mind about the Biden Administration’s latest attempt to force us into electric cars, but I won’t write it. Why bother? We all know electric cars suck and none of want one. The government is going to govern us good and hard until we comply. </p><p>Corrupt imperialistic government can be found at every level. Locally, the zoning commission just approved a massive ugly apartment complex right next to a nice housing subdivision despite the overwhelming opposition of the neighbors. Nobody wanted the development except the farmer who made millions from selling the land and the developers who will build crappy apartments that will fall apart in a decade. Oh, and the corrupt officials who might get a kickback after approval. I’m not saying they did. I’m saying it has happened before. </p><p>Generally if you smell dog crap there is usually crsp around somewhere, whether you are talking EVs or apartments. Thus ends the sermon.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-71661356894633468552024-03-24T09:52:00.001-04:002024-03-24T09:52:15.481-04:00My current desktop background is waterfalls of the world and other stuff of no interest to anyone<p> I finally did some writing for the first time in about six weeks yesterday. As is often the case, I have to do a little research in my effort to get the story at least a little bit accurate for its historical content*. I hope no one needs to look at my search history on my phone, because it is going to be a little hard to explain a search for women's underwear in the 1930's. </p><p>Yes, I told my wife that and she laughed. She reminded me of the time I explained to her <i>why</i> the Can Can dance was so controversial and outrageous and it wasn't because the dancers were kicking their legs up in the air, per se. </p><p>Anyway, I wrote some stuff. Is it any good? Probably not. I hope there is a nugget or two of 'good enough' hidden in the pages of mundane prose to make it a worthwhile read. Someday. If I ever finish the thing. I think this story is better than the last one. It is different, anyway. I will say that there a few passages in the previous book that I am proud of, and think aren't too bad, hidden by a lot of "get on with it" filler. Your mileage may vary. </p><p>If you aren't sure, you probably should just buy the published book and decide for yourself. There is a link over there on the right. No, there will be no audio book forthcoming. No one wants to hear my lispy twangy reedy nasal voice reading anything. </p><p><br /></p><p>*Yes, I have even checked the weather for the days the story is set so I can get it right. It is probably a little much, I suspect. But I know it is accurate, so there is that.</p><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-4175684759115176292024-03-23T06:25:00.002-04:002024-03-23T07:13:21.365-04:00Guess Who?<p> How about some classic rock for a Saturday? Guess Who is the artist?</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NI_N0lsGevw" width="320" youtube-src-id="NI_N0lsGevw"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-1663661967968480042024-03-22T06:47:00.003-04:002024-03-22T06:47:00.136-04:00Lots of water under that bridge<p>On this date in 2005 I threw up my first post. I had no idea what I was doing. The post was nonsensical and self-serving. Me, Me, Me. </p><p>Nothing has changed.</p><p>Nineteen years, nearly 8,000 posts, and almost three million visits later, I am still wasting time with this stupid blog. The quality of my work has not improved. The quality of my visitors has. Since nearly every single visit in those first <strike>days</strike> months was...me, the situation could only get better.</p><p>Thanks to all of you who stop by. I lack the vocabulary to adequately express my appreciation. Know that it is heartfelt.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-74275994931616824132024-03-21T11:02:00.005-04:002024-03-21T11:02:43.398-04:00Going Old School<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jg2vtWezWbw" width="320" youtube-src-id="jg2vtWezWbw"></iframe></div><p><br /></p>We used to play this back in the Stage Band when I was in high school with the dinosaurs.<p></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-14598117670976006482024-03-20T05:43:00.001-04:002024-03-20T05:43:00.244-04:00Great Expectations<p> I am watching the cul-de-sac closely today. I expect a veritable convoy of Amazon, UPS, FedEx, and USPS trucks to stop by the house with deliveries. Of course each of you sent me a gift to mark my birthday. </p><p>You did, right?</p><p>Oh.</p><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-91813952097366208302024-03-19T15:42:00.000-04:002024-03-19T15:42:18.798-04:00Gift of me<p>At a bit after 11:00 this evening spring will officially, well, spring on us. Here is a thing to try: you can stand an egg on its end for a minute or two right at the time of spring. Go ahead, try it. </p><p>Yesterday we had snow flurries. Today it is chilly with near record cold. So it goes. Weather experts say we will get a hard freeze tonight.</p><p>There is basketball starting this week. I don't care. Take that NCAA. </p><p>I am taking a much needed day of vacation tomorrow. Except for the conference call I agreed to early in the morning. I am a great guy like that. </p><p>I suspect you feel like your life is so much better after reading this post. I know I feel that way writing it.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-10257694292300850322024-03-18T06:30:00.001-04:002024-03-18T06:30:00.136-04:00It occurs to me<p>I married my wife for her looks. </p><p>Just not the ones she’s been giving me lately.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-60975771729225971552024-03-17T08:12:00.002-04:002024-03-17T08:12:51.368-04:00You know what you can do with your fake holiday?<p>I am not wearing green. I am not doing any of that fake St. Patrick's crap. I am not eating corned beef. I am not eating soda bread. I sure as heck will not swill Guinness. I refuse to even eat Lucky Charms today. It is a matter of principle. </p><p>St. Patrick came from what is now England for goodness sake. He was likely British of Roman heritage. Learn some history. </p><p>He was a slave. I suppose reparations are in order for everyone of British Roman ancestry. </p><p>If Patrick really ran the snakes out of Ireland that was a good thing. Of course he did not, but I hate snakes so there is that. </p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-15915402832718984862024-03-16T07:29:00.003-04:002024-03-17T07:53:25.950-04:00Money for Nuthin'<p>I haven't forgotten about you. Last week was a busy, busy week at work. Yesterday I started at 5AM and finally shut down my laptop around 4:30 in the afternoon. Under Bernie Sanders insane 32 hour workweek proposal I would have made beaucoup bucks this week. I had full days of work, and a conference call with China every evening. Every single night. I will next week too. The good news is my big quote/bid was finished and submitted on time yesterday. </p><p>Have you read about Commie Bernie Sanders' plan? You can tell the guy has never worked a day in his life outside of the public trough. I suppose I have to explain it yet again. Businesses <i>do not exist to provide jobs. </i>Repeat that phrase until you get it. A business exists to make money. They hire people to help them make money. If a business could get by with no employees it would. A business (at least before government mandates -- <i>spit</i>) only offers benefits like holidays, insurance, etc. so that they can attract good people to come to work for them. They pay the market rate for workers that allows them to get the level of competency they need to get the product out the door. No more (again unless they are forced to by government mandate -- minimum wage). </p><p>Sanders believes a company should pay for forty hours of work for thirty-two hours of actual work. If you work more than eight hours you get time and a half -- for the FULL day. More than twelve hours then you get double time for the whole day. Think inflation sucks currently? Go to Bernie's plan and see what happens.</p><p>Of course idiots with no economic understanding will think this is a great idea. The same people who think a $15 hour minimum wage is terrific but do not understand why a Big Mac meal now costs $18 will love getting paid for not working. </p><p>Heck, I would like to work 32 hours and get paid for 40. I suppose we all would. I am not opposed to money. I like it. I wish I had more of it. I am also not an economic illiterate and understand nothing is free, that a business has to make a profit to survive. Employees must contribute to the bottom line or they are not needed. Unless you work for the government. Then you just take money from my paycheck in order for you to get a paycheck of your own. If you do not like that characterization, then you need to think on the whole money supply situation a little more and maybe leave the room while the grownups talk.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-34351477902475104922024-03-15T14:13:00.000-04:002024-03-15T14:13:00.498-04:00Next week starts a new season…<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RBxK3CcOQD8" width="320" youtube-src-id="RBxK3CcOQD8"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-34800183499241626332024-03-14T10:18:00.003-04:002024-03-14T10:18:40.822-04:00Knock Knock<p> Who is there?:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uA2zODu1nJw" width="320" youtube-src-id="uA2zODu1nJw"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-2576512704649733942024-03-13T16:17:00.002-04:002024-03-13T16:17:39.215-04:00You did ask nicely <p> What?</p><p>Sure, I’ll post up some Blind Faith:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FJIuzl1jx7w" width="320" youtube-src-id="FJIuzl1jx7w"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-87478970107560810912024-03-12T14:30:00.001-04:002024-03-12T14:30:51.033-04:00Grab a a Kleenex Blogging will take a backseat for the next several days. It is just the way it is. Not only am in a funk creativity-wise, I’m buried at work. <div><br /></div><div>I hate it and you are likely fighting tears of outrage and disappointment. We will both survive.</div><div><br /></div><div>No, I’m not about to drop some Gloria Gaynor on you. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will give the gift of Pure Prairie League though:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Tu8v0aGOONA" width="320" youtube-src-id="Tu8v0aGOONA"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-46745523087526797432024-03-11T06:45:00.001-04:002024-03-11T06:45:35.737-04:00Supporting the LGBT Cause<p> I have gone from indifferent to a supporter.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisNyUGpL7XyiHDv2l9ISDVx1Qt4ufPqPIXOUGK9TpR6ZuVkSGVM77r_FzijiQWtmGBwQbij5nRC4hf_ZriAP6pg6q9l17A1ekntmZkXdUnCQZGg3SOSHzGke6K12JlAKp4tpQ-hhJ_5UILZlvi1vq6sI7EtZygC-fOlC8HeeyZuBpxqAztf81/s675/Screenshot%202024-03-09%20at%208.11.49%E2%80%AFPM.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="645" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisNyUGpL7XyiHDv2l9ISDVx1Qt4ufPqPIXOUGK9TpR6ZuVkSGVM77r_FzijiQWtmGBwQbij5nRC4hf_ZriAP6pg6q9l17A1ekntmZkXdUnCQZGg3SOSHzGke6K12JlAKp4tpQ-hhJ_5UILZlvi1vq6sI7EtZygC-fOlC8HeeyZuBpxqAztf81/s320/Screenshot%202024-03-09%20at%208.11.49%E2%80%AFPM.jpeg" width="306" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-15950240707548923932024-03-10T08:19:00.001-04:002024-03-10T08:19:35.062-04:00Pointless<p>Three words: stupid time change. Four words: stupid unnecessary time change. </p><p>How about some classic country music to salve our anger? There is a lesson in this song. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7UVVS5-9HvA" width="320" youtube-src-id="7UVVS5-9HvA"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-4424126845537020292024-03-09T07:10:00.003-05:002024-03-09T07:14:32.571-05:00The stuff you see<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqX0S6S7ZgRvYmkvYphrO-wb2OkolfMVyr4ogYBc5suSxwOa6zXeWf5vNv4lD5V2JqLx04cVrd_EWKLn0tLjQkhz8xCYMvvWB5wbT5fscK_jRBGoVe_QTra-h2IIlzqHKlnVkMH0XijtfeZT667vtLz5mlmFGv28qAYGuo3RaExoL2Tp9g2aE/s2048/913378F2-07EB-4FE9-9A10-606CA2A942CA.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqX0S6S7ZgRvYmkvYphrO-wb2OkolfMVyr4ogYBc5suSxwOa6zXeWf5vNv4lD5V2JqLx04cVrd_EWKLn0tLjQkhz8xCYMvvWB5wbT5fscK_jRBGoVe_QTra-h2IIlzqHKlnVkMH0XijtfeZT667vtLz5mlmFGv28qAYGuo3RaExoL2Tp9g2aE/s320/913378F2-07EB-4FE9-9A10-606CA2A942CA.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Sometimes a pictures does not tell a story, it takes words. That picture over on the right is just such a case. It was a hurried snapshot taken from the back seat of a Buick van hurtling down a Chinese highway at seventy-plus mph. <p></p><p>We are driving along and I’m watching the un-scenic scenery whiz by. Suddenly our driver shouts something in Chinese and starts laughing. </p><p>He points at the white SUV in front of us and puts hands together moving them apart and together like an alligator mouth, making an <i>ahnk, ahnk</i> noise. The driver grabbed his phone and took a picture.</p><p>It only took me a second to grab my phone as well. Go ahead, embiggen the picture. That is, indeed, a couple of bags filled with ducks hung from the back of the car. Yes, they are alive. The one on the left had his head poked out watching the same un-scenic scenery I was viewing. </p><p>Hey, if I need to take a couple of ducks into town I’d be reluctant to let them loose inside my car. Duck poop is, well, fowl. Ingenuity is not a unique American trait. </p><p>That was the funniest, best part of my trip.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-71821528467170364192024-03-08T08:55:00.002-05:002024-03-08T08:55:48.252-05:00Notes From My Field Trip<p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoA1iWJ8UKOAWUd8p33ZnKZXxvIsP16248OQN4Y8YPIVB9kaK3gMFWxKAZMbAari5bDjjGtaUHup8dHeaoATksn8hsveqzNBWxcLfkW7pATQLwwRmXEVTgea7hOejPcZNQ9P63REVeiA0DPaHyedBepAZUVtjKMn660aUP5gQwuDqks_3Q3sK/s2048/00792AEF-A563-4A49-A73C-5FFDC18FF331.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoA1iWJ8UKOAWUd8p33ZnKZXxvIsP16248OQN4Y8YPIVB9kaK3gMFWxKAZMbAari5bDjjGtaUHup8dHeaoATksn8hsveqzNBWxcLfkW7pATQLwwRmXEVTgea7hOejPcZNQ9P63REVeiA0DPaHyedBepAZUVtjKMn660aUP5gQwuDqks_3Q3sK/w240-h320/00792AEF-A563-4A49-A73C-5FFDC18FF331.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2024 Guangde, China</td></tr></tbody></table>On the surface, China is modern. Their highway system is wide, smooth, efficient. The cars are modern and sport badges you recognize: BMW, Benz, Toyota, GM, Ford., Nissan.</p><p>Construction cranes dot the skyline building high rises everywhere you look. </p><p>Citizens wear fashionable western clothing, often name brands. </p><p>Then you remember often these name brands are knock-offs or made to a different standard than you might buy in Germany or Ohio. </p><p>You forget the wealthy live really, really well, while the poor are really, really poor. If you think there is a wealth gap here, take a gander at the average Chinese factory worker compared to middle management vs the owner class. </p><p>Factory workers spend the day at their desk if they are office workers or at their machine in the factory wearing heavy coats because the factory is not heated. I had to wear my coat the whole time I was there to keep warm. </p><p>China looks like a modern western country on the surface and women have a hole in the floor for bathroom facilities. </p><p>I remember my visit to Beijing back in 2013 or 2014. I stayed in a modern western hotel (Sheraton?) a few blocks from the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square. As we left in our little bus to tour the Great Wall, we passed a government building hosting some ministry or another. The building was gorgeous. The boulevard we were on was wide and one-way. We circled the block to head the opposite direction. The back of the building was a contrast to the facade. Rust streaks ran down the walls from falling gutters. Stonework was crumbling, trash made unsightly piles against the walls. </p><p>That is China, it looks great on he surface but is a crumbling third world country behind the fancy exterior.</p><p>The people are kind and funny and hard working. They want what we all want, security and a better life for their children. The people are not their government. </p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-41246581832277015222024-03-07T07:50:00.002-05:002024-03-07T11:31:09.086-05:00burn,baby, burn<p>Today we salute Caresse Crosby, publisher, socialite, and inventor. Was her invention a great thing or the bane of society? That is not for me to say, I have never used it. I have fought to get it unlocked, and have found it frustrating. I leave it to you to decide if she is a hero or not.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11628754.post-46310758267643303952024-03-06T06:14:00.004-05:002024-03-06T13:53:54.182-05:00This post is why my content is free<p>Looks at the blinking cursor. Uh...frowns. Do <i>not </i>write about the weather. Does anyone care why I spent the day at various doctors Monday? Not really. Are there any interesting stories from my trip behind the Bamboo Curtain? Nope, I worked pretty much the whole time. No sightseeing at all beyond what I saw from a car window — buildings and highways and manufacturing plants. Pizza for dinner last night, who cares? Politics, I think 37 years of blogging leaves no confusion about where I stand. </p><p>You know what this means, right? Yes music!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iNg1o8HeiSo" width="320" youtube-src-id="iNg1o8HeiSo"></iframe></div><br /><p>It hate to question the integrity of Dick Clark, but no mics on the singers. The guitar is not plugged in. There is a piano, but no organ. No bass. No drums. I suspect lip syncing is involved.</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.com3