It’s Day 36. I’ve spent the day napping and cleaning.
Now, I have my Youtube playing on the Big Stupid Stupid TV through the Bose Speakers. It’s all good.
There’s nothing better than Boot Scootin’ Boogie at ear-deafening levels with no neighbors to complain. Get down, turn around, let’s go boot scootin’ Get down turn around get down turn around, boot scooting boogie.
Yee haw………….where are my cowboy boots?
John Prine is frail and was intubated yesterday with symptoms of COVID-19. He has some other health issues. This is not good news. Not at all.
I was introduced to John by Mark Blain and his wife, Donnie. Both of them are gone now. We were standing around on a camping trip talking about music and somebody mentioned John Prine. I said I wasn’t familiar.
Well.
Mark looked at me as if I were an alien and began reciting the lyrics to this song. Everyone there joined in. My first order of business after the camping trip was to acquaint myself with John Prine. My first album was Storm Windows. It’s a great one.
Oh, he’s an American original and a treasure. My heart hurts. This is so not good.
W. Va. Fur and Root 