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Showing posts with label May. Show all posts
Showing posts with label May. Show all posts

Thursday, May 5, 2022

May the Fourth Be With You

Yesterday, May 4th, is sometimes called "Star Wars" day because of the line "May the Force Be With You."

Bob Stroud spotlighted it yesterday during his Ten at Ten show on Chicago's WDRV, 97.1 FM, the Drive.  All ten tunes had something to do with space in their titles.

SPACE TRUCKIN'--  Deep Purple

SPACE COWBOY--  Steve Miller Band

ACROSS THE UNIVERSE--  Beatles

DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT--  King Harvest

ROCKET MAN--  Elton John  (Always reminds me of driving the Ramblin;' Wreck from Athens, Ga., to DeKalb, Illinois, to see him play at NIU's Chick Evans Fieldhouse and Liz had seats right up front.)

OUTA SPACE--  Billy Preston

WALKING ON THE MOON--  Police

FULL MOON TURN MY HEAD AROUND--  Off Broadway

MAJOR TOM--   Peter Schelling

SPACE ODDITY--  David Bowie

Name That Tune (from the above songs):  "She Packed My Bags Last Night, Preflight, Zero Hour, Nine AM."  Answer below.  --RoadDog


"Rocket Man"


Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Every Bloomin' THing: Early May

Early May is a particularly pretty time around here in Northeast Illinois.

The yard's a-blazing.  My three Bradford pear trees are brilliant white right now, plus the weeping cherry is pink.  All daffodils, tulips and hyacinths are in bloom (and, I have lots of them).

My yellow perennials (not sure what they are) and creeping phlox are just starting to bloom.

And, I have a bumper crop of dandelions.

The grass is starting to fill in where I lost it during last summer's drought, especially over the septic field.

A pair of robins are hard at work on a nest by the deck door and the squirrels and chipmunks are moving about the yard.

I've been busy trimming, thinning out and removing last year's dead growth and burning stuff in the burn pile.  I've cut the grass twice so far.

A Good Time of the Year.  --RoadDog


TOO PUNNY:  A rubber-band pistol was confiscated from an algebra class, because it was a weapon of math disruption.