"They said there'll be snow at ChristmasSad news this Christmas morning.
"They said there'll be peace on earth
"But instead it just kept on raining
"A veil of tears for the virgin birth."—Greg Lake, "I Believe In Father Christmas"
Since I lived in Aiken, South Carolina, for 10 years, James Brown was not only a world famous soul music legend, but also a wacky, drug- and ego-fueled local maniac of legendary status. If you can believe it (and you have no call to—I sometimes doubt it, myself) my ex-wife's father, an Aiken County Sheriff's Deputy back in the day, arrested James Brown on at least one occasion.
Well, whatever. He was a drug-fiend and a wife-beater and the single claim-to-fame for rural sheriff's deputies in numerous counties across Georgia and South Carolina. More importantly, though, he transformed the world of music. Requiescat In Pace, James Brown. You've certainly earned it.
Meanwhile, here in Florida it quite literally "just keeps on raining." The most colorful things I've seen all day are the weather maps on TV: all festive red, orange and yellow. It's a beautiful day to stay home, relax and enjoy the sound of rain. That's precisely what I'm doing. My holiday plans are continuing apace and I am thoroughly enjoying myself. I hope that all of you can say the same!
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murry crimmus to you, too! And wow - James Brown, that is so sad! I remember him coming into the Bowery one night for drinks and dinner, the staff went CRAZY! It was pretty cool.
Glad your plans are working out - we're still in our pjs, and I got my mom bowling on the Wii last night. That image should make you laugh!
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