Got a telephone call from my "marketeer" yesterday. It appears that the mastering of the "He ain't Heavy, He's My Brother" DVD is completed and we will be sitting down for a first viewing together - probably tomorrow - to see if anything needs to be altered before sending the master out for the pressings.
I would think that they will be available for public consumption by the second week in July if not a bit earlier than that.
My cousin Ray Kondrasuk, a "good" Catholic boy like myself, sent me the following URL which is (of all things) a rubber cement commercial from France. It is highly irreverent and I love it!
Saturday, August 15 is going to be a busy day for me. I am working in Greenwood, Wisconsin with a 4PM show, then packing quickly and heading for Menomonie to perform after dinner at my own high school's 50th class reunion. The old saw is true: If I had known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself.
It looks like I might finally get my small mouth bass fishing/camping trip in this summer as my pal Tom Johnson is talking about joining me early in July for a fanoe trip down either the Chippewa or the Jump Rivers.
I am leaning towards the Jump even though it means having to get in and out of the canoe numerous times to drag it over the shallows. It is a great rocky bottomed river, teeming with smallies and musky. Not only that, It h as one of the most beautiful natural camp sites one could ever hope to set up at about half way between the put in point and the take out point.
It is on private land, but fortunately, I know the owner who has given me permission to camp there anytime I would like. If we do go, I will take lots of pictures and document the trip on this site.
The Pastor's Ass
The Pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won.
The Pastor was so pleased with the donkey
that he entered it in the race again and it won again.
The local paper read:
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT.
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.
The next day the local paper headline read:
This was too much for the Bishop so he ordered the Pastor to get
rid of the donkey.
The Pastor decided to give it to a Nun in a nearby convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted
the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.
The Bishop fainted.
He informed the Nun that she would have to
get rid of the donkey so she sold it to a farmer for $10.
The next day the paper read:
SELLS ASS FOR $10.
This was too much for the Bishop so he ordered the Nun to buy back the
donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.
The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.
The Bishop was buried the next day.
The moral of the story is . . . being
concerned about public opinion
bring you much grief and misery . . even shorten your
So be yourself and enjoy life.
Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and
you'll be a lot happier
Through the comments section of my blog I received a very nice note of condolence from MPLSPCKR upon publishing the details of my mother-in-law's passing. Thank you for that. I would also like MPLSPCKR to know that my son Jonathan will be in Minneapolis with the band Les Sans Culotte: Sunday, July 12th at the Barbette Bastille Day Party, which is basically a street party held just outside the French restaurant Barbette: which is located at 1600 W Lake St, Minneapolis. I am not certain what time the band is playing, but they played this gig several years ago and were on early in the afternoon. You can find out by calling the restaurant at:
If you decide to show up for the festivities, I would love to meet you - because I wouldn't recognize you, you would have to seek me out! So study my mug shot! If nothing else, go up to the stage and ask for Jonathan Heagle - he will know where I am in the crowd.
Maybe see you there?