27 years ago today government agents murdered a woman holding her 10 month old child in front of her family. Then proceeded to taunt the survivors with that over the ensuing days. If you’ve ever wondered where my dislike of the government started, look no further than Ruby Ridge.
So I’m going to return the violin I bought. Haven’t even received it yet, but I apparently made an ok, but less than stellar choice. I’ve already ordered a much better quality violin that is twice the price, but is of significantly higher quality and will need zero upgrades out of the box.
I think I’m going to do my first ever sale of records. I want to buy a pair of cowboy boots (they aren’t cheap at all!) and I need to do a culling so I think these two things dovetail quite nicely. I just don’t know how to accurately grade records.
So we are over at the Bootleggers Inn on Broadway again. Normal Nashville bar band antics. Well, some 80yo woman on vacation from Wisconsin is here and her fam gives a big ole tip and asks if she can sing a song with the band. She sings Coal Miner’s Daughter and fucking kills it. Like, seriously great.