"Once more, once."
Something Count Basie would say when the band was asked to play it again, and they always did play it again. I've had three of these blog things and ended up taking them down after a while, mainly because I wasn't happy with what I wrote and partly to punish myself for having the unbridled nerve to expose real feeling and emotion, other than anger, which seems to be the prevalent emotion of the 21st century. This time, I anticipate it will be different. A little different, not too much, because there is a great deal to write about and, like Willy Sutton's reason for robbing banks (look it up), it seems perfectly natural for me to do what I enjoy doing. It's fun. Fun. You remember fun, don't you? Writing for me is fun. There are many things that I believe are fun, some of which others don't believe are thus, but as a rule, those folks don't generally have much fun. They are, as Mrs. Banks sang so memorably (watch the movie), "as a group, rather stupi