Exec Redux

I’ve updated my links now that The Exec has a new blog. His last one sat idle for 11 months. That didn’t deter me from checking it two or three times daily but I’m glad he has some new stuff up now. As far as the old one, dump that to make room on a server for someone else’s blather.

Because of our checkered history, some may think that I harbor ill feelings towards The Exec for re-entering the blogosphere. Nothing could be further from the truth. I welcome him back into the brotherhood with relish, and a little mustard. My post of 1/22/08 was written in a moment of pique. Truth be told, it was a personal issue that had put me in a foul mood. My wife had informed me that day that “I’m just not that into you”. Fortunately she quickly changed her mind and has remained crazy about me ever since.

4M has just sent me a timely article. It bodes well for The Exec and me.

http://www.newsweek.com/id/183666

I got a comment from my compadre The Wolverine on my last post. It brought me back to the days when we worked together and would skulk about afterwards. One of our haunts was The Little Shamrock on Lincoln in SF, where we quaffed pints of Guinness and lounged on the old armchairs. I remember being there the night Reagan was doing his mea culpa on the Iran/Contra affair. Yeah, it happened on your watch because you were taking a nap.

The Wolv and I would also spend quality time at his place. I’d thumb through his collection of 33s and always pull out Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks. He was pretty tolerant but one time he blew a gasket and told me not to play it. I said, “Wolv, let me be myself, and shine with my own light”. That’s when he ejected me from his Irving St. manse. I guess I should have put on some Arthur Prysock.