As my old grandpappy used to say, the sun shines on a dog's butt every once in a while.
I wish this was true.
But it is not.
Mostly because I feel like the sun shines on a dog's butt a lot more than every once in a while.
Unless you live in Oregon and then everyone has a pale derriere.
The other part that isn't true is I never had a grandpappy.
I had a grandpa and a grandad.
I heard that grandpappy reference in some movie before.
According to my half-assed internet research, it's from "Lady and The Tramp" but that doesn't feel right.
But since this is a blog and not a scientific journal, the show must go on.
You don't visit me because of facts.
But here's one just in case you do:
The reason I'm referencing a possible movie quote from 65 years ago is because I got lucky.
2020 has been rough but there have been a few bright spots for yours truly.
One of them has been discovering new music.
During the early COVID-19 days, I would stay up way too late, drink way too much beer and watch way too many music videos on YouTube.
I went to some interesting places.
However, my journeys were not always unproductive as I found a band that I really, really liked.
They are called Whiskey Myers.
They were supposed to perform at a local concert venue this month but, you know, 2020.
The date got rescheduled to mid-May.
And with promising news about a vaccine, I thought I should look into tickets because, you know, 2021.
I guess I wasn't the only one to discover Whiskey Myers.
The concert was mostly sold out and the few remaining tickets available were going at a price that might require me to sell body parts on the black market.
So if everything goes right, I should get to see a new favorite band in about 6 months with all of my body parts intact.
As my old grandappy used to say, I am grinning like a possum eating a sweet tater.
Have a good rest of your week.