Ha ha! When the sun came blazing out at 10am on Thursday, December 1st, I realized, after an extensive search, that I didn’t own Steppenwolf’s Born to be Wild! Sheesh!
Trying to pick things to be thankful for at this time of year is so corny and cliché, but it’s also practically irresistible. This year I am going to express thanks to my co-worker Shane Greene for helping me see the light about Springer and other such television shows. Almost invariably when he turns it on in the Yacht Club at 5pm on Thursdays there is a little groan that runs along the handful of patrons at the bar, but it is, by God, accompanied by an indisputable settling in, a scooching of buttocks for maximum comfort on wooden stools, an adjusting of eye glasses, and, most astonishingly, a call for fresh drinks to eliminate the possibility of running dry before the show ends and possibly missing some crucial absurdity. Continue reading