Keith Howard’s just sent out his virtual resume into the ether. Share for a chance to help him manifest his destiny, and earn yourself some cookies, and a sonnet.
Knowing I’m going to anger three-quarters of the Dylan fans who read this, these songs make up the heart of the canon. They are the 12 Greatest Bob Dylan songs, properly sequenced for an album, a list for which I will brook no argument.
Tuesday, February 13th: Life in a Tiny White Box Why this blogger is taking a time-out in NH’s northernmost town.
Obligatory Promotional Paragraph: The segment on the Tiny White Box is scheduled to air Tuesday, February 13, at 7 p.m. on WMUR Channel 9, Manchester. While I’m having dinner with a friend in Manchester at 5 or so that evening, I have not decided where or whether to watch the show. If you’d like me to attend your Chronicle Watch Party, please contact my management agency.
Mother Theresa may have been short-tempered and cranky with her underlings – that doesn’t take away from the good work she did. Contrariwise, Bill Cosby was an incredibly funny role model for Americans – until it came out he was a chemically-enabled rapist. Anecdotes are just pieces of information, and they don’t compose an argument by themselves.
Monday, the Tiny White Box will host a visitor, Sean McDonald from Channel 9 News in Manchester. Sean hosts the morning news and a TV magazine show called “Chronicle.” For the latter, he and a crew are driving to the Tiny White Box, likely for a segment to be called “Eccentrics of the North Woods — And Why They Should be Kept There.”
Much has happened during this time I’ve been down, some of which I’ll be able to share with the world shortly. One thing is that I’ve had meals with six (6) (VI) of the 14 folks I named on New Year’s Day as people I wanted to reconnect with. The resolution continues.
I discovered a serious blow to my solitary life, a slap to my hermitic face, a forced attack on my writer’s retreat. Some bastard left a bushel of progress at the Tiny White Box, and I didn’t have the opportunity to refuse to sign for it. Let me explain.
If I’d known he was really going to come, perhaps bearing weapons and bad intentions, I would have used those extra hours for more than hanging out with Sam (is a dog), reading and eating lunch. I was stuck choosing between thanking Adam for postponing my murder, berating him for being tardy or improvising.
To kick off this beautiful new year, I’ve invented a game, a challenge that I’m pretty sure I will be very good at, and no one else will be able to beat me. Doesn’t that sound like fun????. Get your bets in, and I’ll explain.