A Treasure Trove of Jimmy Swaggart Vinyl, $18.00 Billy Beer Six Packs, Not Elvis, Not the Pedophile, The One Known as Martin
“Those who are not looking for happiness are the most likely to find it because those who are searching forget that the surest way to be happy is to seek happiness for others.” — Martin Luther King Jr.
Good morning my friend, enemy, stranger, reader, writer, “arithmeticer,” whoever you are, greetings from Indianapolis, Indiana. I’m in the valley today and will be for the foreseeable future. I’m drinking coffee from my KISS coffee cup, Rock and Roll Over, if you were wondering. There are two dogs, both about a year old, which I would guess deem them puppies, grappling to my right. They have mutually decided that the most incredible toy is the one the other has in their mouth.
On Thursday, I visited with my Mom and Dad; upon entering their stately home, my father said, “I have your Christmas present.” We walked to his car, he opened the back, and there were maybe 2000 albums. We loaded them into my car; I asked where he got them, the answer was “Clutter Monkey’s.”
If you are a regular reader of my daily word soup, you might know I’m a fan of vinyl records. I have an extensive collection; I’m picky about my vinyl, and many of the selections are not my taste. For example, I’m not a big Jimmy Swaggart fan, but I now have a bevy of Jimmy Jammer’s albums. In addition to Jimmy, there were several artists that I might not ever spin on my record “playa.”
So what does one do with, say, 1500 albums that do not fit their collection? Well, I had coffee yesterday at Starbucks in Muncie, IN, with a long-time client and friend. I grabbed five albums I didn’t know or didn’t like and took them with me to the meeting. I asked my friend if he was a big Barbara Streisand fan, he said no, so I gave the barista an excellent copy of Yentl. We had a good chat, caught up on family and business. I left there for my 10:00 a.m. Zoom with a young man from FL and began stopping by clients with random albums by the Four Freshman and many artists I had never heard of but looked a little hokey pokey.
At lunch, my friend Theadore got a smoking hot number by Sheena Easton; many other patrons of Roots Bugar Bar, the elite of Muncie, got their gift as I walked out. I didn’t say much other than, “I bought this for you, here you go,
and then made my escape.” Their faces were priceless. It’s in the vein of my recent descent into altruism; it feels good to give, even when it’s an album from 1967 by an artist long passed and genera that were produced for less than one percent of the listening population.
I got home about 4:00, worked with my wife in our kitchen, then had a cocktail at five and ended our night watching Theo Vaughn on Netflix; his new special is worth the time; his mullet is epic. After that, we had a nice dinner before going to be early, getting another great night’s sleep, and waking early to tend to these pups.
The new OSHA ruling is out; if allowed to stand, it’s a document that will put thousands of businesses out of business if business owners do not force their employees to get vaccinated. I think getting a shot should be a personal decision. I was told a loud and proud anti-vaccine warrior in Muncie passed this week, he died, but he died understanding the risks of not getting poked. Rest in peace, Jack. I believe the courts will strike down the ruling based on its unconstitutional violation of our freedoms.
In other news, congress just passed a 1.5 trillion dollar inflation package, look for all goods and services to rise in the coming months, $10.00 gas, $5.00 milk, and $18.00 per six-pack of Billy Beer. So let’s go, Brandon. I feel very sorry that the current abominations’ (misspelling on purpose) insane policies will financially hurt millions of people and families. Sound fiscal policies will return soon, but for now, hang on; it’s going to get dicey.
Let’s end with some good news. There is a lot of positive things happening right now. Many people are organizing fundraisers for nonprofits, businesses, and people with wealth are helping fund goodness and joy for millions around the world. I don’t understand the current narrative that rich people are evil; who do you think pays for those that won’t, can’t, or cannot contribute to society due to a mental or physical disorder?
Elon Musk was asked to give six billion to end world hunger, he agreed, and his only stipulation was that the accounting is open sourced so the public could see where all the money was being spent. I guess those that asked don’t want to share how they will spend Elon’s money. I think it wise to give away six billion to track where the money is spent, but that might be my white privilege raising its ugly head yet again.
I hope these words find you well; I hope you are killing it; most people I know are doing very well in these unique times. Remember, the supply for racism is 1/100th of a percent of the demand. I believe all men, women, transgender and those that identify as constipated unicorns are equal and shall be treated with the same rights, lights, and benefits. Remember the words of a King, not Elvis, not the pedophile, the king known as Martin. I’ll share a quote to help you understand what is important and how to be happy in this time of lunacy.
“Those who are not looking for happiness are the most likely to find it because those who are searching forget that the surest way to be happy is to seek happiness for others.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.