Eyes Cream For Vinyl

I want my vinyl back, vinyl back, vinyl back...... vinyl is back baby. Possibly for a limited time, but I am shore glad to be in the epicenter of this plastic rebirth. Yes, my collection sat in the basement: in a box; with a fox; got pooped on by a Burmese Python; and seemed to survive two decades of basement plagues. I've been bringing albums up from the dungeon, two at a time, to re spin the likes of "Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake" or Zappa's "Apostrophe." Looking forward to bringing up four more.

Oh Bucket!

Short little post about my word for the week and that is "bucket." Somehow the cosmos is entering my direction and she's carrying a bucket. I don't know why. Say it with me, "bucket, bucket, bucket." It's just one of those words that keep coming up and I am pretty sure it must mean something. I posted on my Face Book page about a hypothetical agent introducing a product to his client. The product was a rubber chicken, no silly, it was a bucket and the client was a famous model. She is now the proud endorser of her very own line of gold gilded diamond encrusted champagne carriers, I suppose. The agent is fiction, but the model and her pail are not. Next thing I know Bootsy Collins is posting his latest video with his side kick- "buckethead." I think there was a "bucket list" connection in there too per author Rico Austin. He got a kick out if it. And last but not least, the ending to my book club novel, The Catcher In The Rye," where the only italicized word in this piece is - "In buckets, I swear to God."