DrW

I agree that it is highly unlikely that the squirrel carried a dormant virus for 7 years. But this is where the raccoon comes in, which they took in just a few weeks/months ago. Rabies is very easily spread between different species.

Because it bit the DEC guy, it had to be tested for rabies. Unfortunately for the squirrel, the only way to test an animal for rabies involves dissection of the brain.

Baby, you understand me now? If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don'tcha know that no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Storm Duck was born and went to high school in Boiling Springs. Sounds like a good start for a Thanksgiving/Christmas recipe

Usually, we would not go to such restaurants. However, there had been one exception, a long time ago. When I was a student at the University of Hannover (Germany) we had a group of four coming together once a week to play "Doppelkopf" (a card game) for money; the money would not go to the winner but into a common pool. Once the pool had reached 600 DM ("DeutschMark", before the Euro; at the end of the 1970s, this was a lot of money), we decided to use the funds for a dinner in the only restaurant close to Hannover that had a Michelin star. The food was excellent; my entree was a half-rack of lamb. However, even more remarkable was the attention we got from the restaurant staff. They certainly noticed that these four students were quite different from their usual clientele. During dessert even the guy in charge for that evening (I never found out if it was the owner himself; there was no google at that time) joined us, and we had an interesting conversation, mostly about the way Michelin awards its stars. On our way out, I admired their collection of truly oversized (around 2.5-5.0 gallons each) bottles of booze (empty, of course). The guy noticed it and asked me which one I liked best, and I pointed to a bottle of Asbach Uralt, a German brandy. He told me to take it, and I used it as vase for sunflowers until I moved to the US in 1990. Altogether, it was a very pleasant experience; however, the occasion was unique.

TesseracT live. Sort of progressive metal, but with some twists - one of them, odd time signatures. While that leaves a problem for the mosh pit - how do you dance in 17/8? - I find them extremely enjoyable to listen to.

I've got a feeling from the floorboards up. Call it a calling if you like that touch, Call it what you will, I really don't care too much. I've got a feeling and I know it's right, I get it most evenings, if not every night It sings in the air, it dances like candlelight And when we play, we play, we play Mama, From the floorboards up And when we dance, we dance, we dance Papa, From the floorboards up And when we sway, we sway and sway, From the floorboards up

Well I'm about to get upset from watchin' my TV Checkin' out the news until my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day is just another rotten mess And when it's gonna change, my friend, is anybody's guess So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin', hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay that trouble comin' every day No way to delay that trouble comin' every day

With guilt that no man should carry Heavy enough for me to get buried I feel death on the road tonight It's got me to where I wanna run and hide Oh I used to dream of oceans and streams Flowing and growing strong Where have all Those days gone

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings Dallas, got a soft machine Houston, too close to New Orleans New York got the ways and means But just won't let you be

RIP. In concerts, to me Phil Lesh always appeared as the "normal guy" who had by accident run into a group of hippies.

We are driving on the Autobahn In front of us is a wide valley The sun is shining with glittering rays The driving strip is a grey track White stripes, green edge We are switching the radio on From the speaker it sounds: We are driving on the Autobahn

Kevin Ayers - he could write such beautiful melodies. Here is "Lady Rachel".

I like variety. My Cousin Vinny Duck Soup (Marx Brothers) Stop Making Sense The Bridge on the River Kwai Speed

Here is the gas price development since 1990...

Here in Lubbock we are now below $2.50 per gallon.

One of the funniest songs I know. Pink Floyd's Nick Mason does a bit of drumming and producing, and lends his name to the whole project (Nick Mason's Fictitious Sports). However, the song's masterminds are the composer/lyricist/pianist, the late Carla Bley, and Robert Wyatt (ex-Soft Machine) on vocals.

And then one night I was standing Looking at the stars And I heard something that sounded like A hundred space guitars The music was so weird it could have Been the theme from Jaws Then I saw something flying over my head I thought it was Santa Claus But I was wrong I was wrong I was real wrong I was wrong All along I was so wrong

D'Brickashaw Ferguson While the first name itself is not different from 1000s of others, the history is interesting. His mother was big fan of "The Thorn Birds" (the 1977 McCollough novel and/or the 1983 TV miniseries) where the central character is named Ralph de Bricassart. Well, if you mash this up a bit "de Bricassart" becomes "D'Brickashaw".

College football - Texas Tech (20 years ago) Loliki Bongo-Wanga

… What a drag it is getting old … "Kids are different today, " I hear every mother say Mother needs something today to calm her down And though she's not really ill, there's a little yellow pill She goes running for the shelter of her mother's little helper And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day

Riding down the river in an old canoe A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe Out of the river all ugly and green The biggest old alligator that I've ever seen Teeth big and pointed and his eyes were bugging out Contact the union, put the beggars to route Screaming and yelling and licking his chops He never runs he just stumbles and hops Just out of prison on six dollars bail Mumbling at ***** and wagging his tail

Couple of shirts. I liked them very much, but they ended up at Goodwill when cancer/chemotherapy reduced my size from XXXXL to XL/XXL. Other than that, just underpants. Their waistband wears out pretty quickly.

I assume that most of you have never heard of the Monks of Doom, a split-off from Camper Van Beethoven. Here is a clip of the MoD covering a song by Fotheringay, John the Gun.

I love CW Stoneking. When I first heard his version of Seven Nation Army, I was convinced that he was an older Black artist. Man, was I wrong...