Opinions, observations, predilictions. prejudices, rants, satires, non-sequiturs, and panegyrics concerning politics, life, culture (that old thing), America in general and Upstate New York in particular, early jazz, Pilsener, and what-have-you by Andy Senior--ball-breaker, autodidact, scribbler, piano-pounder, sorehead, and fugitive from the Planet of Manual Typewriters.
Monday, September 22, 2003
Today was better, for some reason. I managed to repair the large-font Remington with steel epoxy putty, which gave me a great deal of satisfaction. Even before that--since Friday night, in fact--my prospects have been improving. I think my consumption of several beers triggered the upturn. They were Saranac Lights--not the lamented Pilseners--but they had to do. After those are gone, I am strongly considering not bringing any more Saranac products into the house. What would be the point? Pilsner Urquell is increasingly available, and it is the finest beer brewed anywhere. If I drink less, I can drink better. Much better.
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