I was sitting on the couch watching the Tigers pound the Cubs pitching when a post wrote itself in my head. It was not about baseball, of that I am certain. What was the content? I haven't a clue this morning. I went to sleep and the dream elves must have wiped the blogging portion of my brain as clean as Hillary Clinton's email server. I don't think the post was about politics. Honestly, I don't know what it was slated to be about (not grammar, based on this sentence).
If you know what I planned on blogging could you remind me?
Getting old sucks.
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When you find that idea, please look around for a few of mine.
Probably some grand testament to Ernest Tubb or Porter Wagner for your Friday music spot. I can't wait. You're welcome.
It was a thing about 1960's rock and roll.
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