My New Knee
By Jay Kerner A little over 21 years ago, my knee exploded in a pick-up basketball game. It was a
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Who R U? Who? Who? Who?
By Jay Kerner It has always been mankind’s plight to contemplate his own existence. The great philosophers of the ages have all aimed their collective
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2020: A Space Oddball
By Jay Kerner I got good mileage out of the prison piece I wrote a couple weeks ago. Let’s face it, the cheap,
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My First Car
By Jay Kerner I’ve been seeing a lot of folk’s car pics. You probably have, too. There are a lot of
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The Bachelor Weekend, a Great Amazon Prime Find
By Jay Kerner I’m no film critic but I’ve taken a few classes and know enough to do a middling job
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Have You Watched Corner Gas?
Everybody’s looking for something new to view. A populace already watching hours daily, is now largely, stuck at home with nothing much else to do. I’ve probably seen a hundred posts in the last couple of weeks, from folks looking for suggestions.
I figure you don’t need help finding the “Tiger- Murder- Hunter”, whatever of the day. That stuff’s everywhere. We like hidden gems.
So here’s one that the whole family can watch: Corner Gas.
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Would You Play Along With My Virtual Drive-In?
We’re going to pick a day and a time and a movie. And we’re going to watch it in our cars!
On our phones. On our tablets. On our laptops. Folks that want to go all out, can use their home projectors and show it on their garage doors. However. And we’ll watch. Together.
A Note From Behind the Walls
Locked up! And I didn’t do nuthin’, I swear! (But then, everybody in here has the same story.)
Been in semi-confinement for about a week. Careful excursions daily while waiting for final sentencing.
But we’re in full lock-down now.
Dig Out Your Joes
But we have a lot of paper copies. Not all, but a lot. Most of the early stuff. And we have everything in the cloud since the hard drive bit it.
So, I’m working on a montage of our covers. Lots and lots of covers. Some clever. Some lame. Lots of very bad Photoshop.
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Playing Guitar on the TKE House Porch
When I heard that my friend Rod Powell passed away, I couldn’t help thinking of when we met.
I was still in high school, driving a ‘58 Chevy pickup with a busted gas gauge. Ran out on 28th Street, a couple blocks from Mitchell. Didn’t know what was going on up ahead, but I could hear it!
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