The Morning Line

Once again I'm waking up early to get someone to school.  This is not a bad thing.  If the price of gas was lower, if it did not rain in the morning, if the traffic was not terrible I would not dread this task. 

I get up early anyway and this has a tendency to regulate my hours and activities during the evening.  I was reading an AARP magazine and now realize that that I'm a little bit older than Mark Harmon who is also 60 years old.  Sting is also 60.  If NCIS were a little closer to reality Gibbs would really be building that boat in Mexico instead of getting in fire fights with his team.  Sting's music still resonates and I like some of the World Music things he has done.

Speaking of music I think one of the thinks that puts you in a certain generation is the music you like or in some cases the music that you listen to.  I guess this is one of the reasons that it something you either keep up with or give up on except for special occasions.  I am one of those people that is not a big fan of rap music, not quite as vociferous as people a little bit older than I am and am a little more tolerant these days because my school bound passenger now likes to surf the FM radio band for music in the mornings.

Such is life.  I watched Uncle Mo's comeback yesterday.  Even though he lost the race, 7 furlongs at grade one is not a sleepy allowance at Gulfstream in January.  I'm tabbing him for the next time out.

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