There used to be songs of summer, back when the boys of summer actually mattered to most folks. Now people can't be bothered to spend three hours bullshitting while a baseball game rolls by, and fewer and fewer folks hunt out the hooks that define a season.

Oh well. Republicans may still believe that tax cuts will cure all ills, but times change nonetheless. I guess I should embrace the faceless future and get on with my life.

Or not.

stay amused,
Jon