SPINADELIC

When Fernando blew onto the scene he was a true phenom. Such a blast to see him roll his eyes skyward and let loose a screwball.

Man our kids LOVED these! We knew where each one of these in the standard metropolitan statistical area was located. And then they were just physically too big.

Tribute to the inventor and the guitarists who have pushed the sound of the Les Paul in so many directions - blues, rock, indie, funk, reggae, I could go on....

These old metal contraptions start out colorful and thanks to rust and weather get even more complex in their appearance. Our kids loved these. And then suddenly were too big for them.

Best-selling jazz album of all time. Sunday morning mainstay. Modal and moody and wonderful. Miles and Bill Evans and Coltrane and Cannonball.

From a walkup in the West Village in downtown Manhattan. Solar eclipse?

I mean do we even still think of an actual newsPAPER anymore? Standing and knowing how to hold one just right to read out on the street in a fedora? Lost art.

Been on 12th Street in Little Rock since the early early 80s. I used to feel bad for Mike, but it turns out the nickname was because he played "ugly" in high school football.

Who hasn't had a black lab in their life?

Black lab, looking apprehensively at the pickup truck parked a little too closely to his favorite spot.

FORD made some great pickup trucks. Anything from like 1975 still on the roads?

Hitting that cooler for a couple of Dr. Pepper's is just what July is all about. A couple of baseball team friends ready to make short work of that beverage.

An impromptu community forms at a late afternoon fish fry out on somebody's grandfather's farm. Pickup trucks, Dr. Peppers out of an ice chest. Hunting Dogs. Catfish filets plopping into hot oil.

Christian McBride cooks at the best jazz club in the world - the Village Vanguard! A quartet of bass, drums, sax and trumpet throw out dense ideas in the basement.

Another diving defensive gem from Oriole's Hall of Famer Brooks Robinson.

Famous guitar shop in downtown New York. To sit down and noodle away on a nice Soho afternoon with the choice of a hundred guitars.

Astronomical event, literally, and often confused with the Bonnie Tyler hit "Total Eclipse of the Heart." Only happens when it is good and ready to happen. 2024 will be an eventful enough year as it is....

Small town lunch spot where a morning in town ends with a thick slice of pie. Overalls, John Deere, seersucker suit, calendar with a woman water-skiing in a one piece.

Everybody remembers the beloved Christmas Dinosaur. Right? Wasn't there a TV special....

Your cab seems perfect - until you spot the Checker Cab holdover behind you. New York should subsidize Checker cabs.

Early morning slide into a donut shop. Classic donut signage. Milk. Glass showcase for the products.

Dallas' treasured art house theater and generally great place to have an old-fashioned.

I mean serious? Can someone call off the dogs or whatever has to be done....

Sometimes the confusion is understandable: it's a long weekend, you're out of town, whatever. Other times, well, it's just a part of our new condition.

Updated version of the classic school crossing guard metal sign. Gotta love the white gloves.

Actual ticket from the famous walk-off Kirk Gipson home run.

Sharing new funk with a friend while cruising in a large hunk of Detroit steel is sheer fun. The Brothers Johnson sure could make the speakers shake. Musta been the bass....

There was a time, say late late 80s to mid 90s, at least, when it was a source of pride to work this phrase into your rap. Think "Scenario" by A Tribe Called Quest.

This was where I went when I lived in the Village, and where I went when I lived elsewhere. No place quite like it. Kitsch ruled, fun abounded, neighborhood sprung from this Tex-Mex watering hole.

My brother's favorite holiday, or so he says, is Groundhog Day. The day when the shadow tells the story.

Latin translation: Hogs rule.

Time-tested Southern greeting.

This was the go-to greeting at one point in the late 90s. For a certain subgroup. Mainly in L.A. And Arkansas. You know who you are.

From an old door-knocker notice from a Pest Company. I see repurposing this as a way to say you've missed someone, felt their absence.

Yep. This is an old pickup truck. One I saw in Mexico in 1989, so who knows what year make it must have been.

A quote from the immortal Parliament Funkadelic album "Mothership Connection" which posits the question on the t-shirt. With an 8 track tape just because.