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(23 March 2016) – Rock and roll music has always been a fashion statement. The statement was in the clothes worn by the musicians and their fans, and also in the topics they wrote and sang about. There was Chantilly lace, white sports coats and pink carnations, and big panamas with purple hat bands. There were tan shoes with pink shoelaces, blue suede shoes and high heel sneakers. The music we listened to defined who we were and what we thought. The clothes we wore reflected our music, visual cues to the soundtrack of our youth.  Rock and roll wasn’t just about the sound andRead More →

A couple of weeks ago, we went for a short five day visit to Knoxville Tennessee. My sister-in-law lives there with her family and she was coming up to her 60th birthday. Lynne and I jumped in a car with a family friend and Lynne’s father and off we went. There wasn’t enough room in the car, so we left Charlie behind with his good friend Mickey. He is a small cockapoo, a bit smaller than Charlie but just as full of energy. They have been pals forever. Mickey and his man Grant would house sit with Charlie while we were away. When we gotRead More →

It has been almost like the winter that wasn’t, although we had a milder one four years ago. Still, we take them as we find them. At least, Charlie does. He was quite pleased with winter a couple of days ago.  Sometimes when we are out walking, he will choose the route. He does this with a set of very simple signals. So simple, in fact, that even I can understand them. If he doesn’t want to go where I want him to, he stops and puts his front right paw up on the leash and points his face in the direction he thinks weRead More →

When Charlie wants to go for a walk he sits close by and does a whiny sort of a noise. It’s not a bark, but he knows what he wants and he wants it twice a day. Just after breakfast, and just before supper. It also happens to be when all his friends are out for a walk as well. It happened again this afternoon. I was sitting at the computer, tapping away when he sat down beside me. “Okay,” I said. “In a minute. I just have to finish this thought.” About three thoughts later, he became more persistent. He started scratching my leg,Read More →