Cooley tromboneSure, take it as it comes. Take a pic­ture. Remem­ber the moment you laughed hard­est today, then take it with you.

It rains as we bomb. What a glo­ri­ous morn­ing, I’m happy again. (Ah, Deb­bie Reynolds com­ing back to mind … it’s been a week, lovely.) So we started play­ing again, this for­ma­tion once known as POW, soon to be known as … some­thing else. Any ideas? How does Wood Pussy sound to you (it’s archaic for skunk)? Or Black Beauty? Let us know what you think.

No mat­ter. I really have noth­ing to say. Just wanted to put up this pic­ture of Jason blow­ing a dusty trom­bone. What a setta …