I hope everyone had a nice, long weekend. I hope everyone took a little time to remember the soldiers that have fought and died for this country. I look forward to the day when our men and women can finally come home.

It’s official. ABC is going to move Grey’s Anatomy to Thursdays this fall. What is it with these networks? Have they never heard the phrase, “If it ain’t broke…” The whole thing about Sunday night is that it is probably the most depressing night of the week. The next day is nothing more than a reintroduction to one’s mediocrity (for most). So, the great thing about Sunday nights for the last two seasons was that before I settled down and prepared myself for the humdrum of the week, I had this show, this security blanket that put a smile on my face and helped me make it through another droll Monday. Now, it will be on Thursdays. Shucks. What makes it worse is that Thursday is my bowling league night. Yes, I know, very blue collar of me. So, what can a man do so that he may still enjoy his show AND preserve the warmth of his Sunday nights? Hello Mr. Tivo, come on in. Tivo on Thursday, avoid the watercooler chatter on Friday, and continue to watch the show on Sunday night. Aha, ABC! Foiled again!

Saw “Breakfast on Pluto” this weekend. Odd but entertaining movie. Of note, both “Madame George” and “Cypress Avenue” from Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks  album (my absolute favorite album of all-time, er….um….besides Mingus’ Black Saint and The Sinner Lady) played during the movie. How can I not enjoy a movie that plays those songs? Huh?

Watched the A&E documentary on Truman Capote. As much as I liked the movie, I still wanted to know more about the man. The one phrase I remember from the show? Liz Smith saying, “He was an exhibitionist presiding at his own dissolution.” How I wish I could participate in casual banter and utter such an…ornate phrase. Never paid much attention to Liz Smith, but, wow! What a great turn of words.

Saw “Over the Hedge”. Cute film. No Shrek, but better than Chicken Little.

I am reading the book “Queen: The Life and Music of Dinah Washington” by Nadine Cohodas, and I must say that I am thoroughly disappointed. I LOVE Dinah Washington. When I was in high school I ordered a copy of the 45 of ”What A Difference A Day Makes” at the local record store. The store clerk asked me if it was for my parents. Heck, no. That voice is often emulated but can not be duplicated. I was very much looking forward to cracking open this book and being introduced to a woman I admittedly knew very little about. I am about 250 pages in and I still don’t feel like I really know her. The pages are rife with dates – recording dates, performance dates. Every now and then we are introduced to musicians or one of Ms. Washington’s husbands. But the pages are very bland and tedious. I should look forward to picking up this book every night, but I don’t. I feel I must complete it out of respect for Ms. Washington, but wow. Something is definitely missing here.

Went to the park for a picnic and as my girlfriend and I were walking to the creek nearby we came across a huge, black snake. Sorry, didn’t have my camera with me. Even if I did, at the time my only desire was to get as far away from the reptile as possible. I HATE snakes. My girlfriend hates spiders more than snakes, which I don’t understand at all. You can step on most spiders and be done with them. Snakes? I don’t think so.

The station has lost some listeners as of late. I have been repeatedly criticized for not playing more Billie Holiday. Do you guys agree? I try to mix it up, but who knows.