Okay, I’m aware that my memory has almost completely gone regarding where I have purchased my “cheap” books recently. Oh, and now it comes to me. I went to Jacksonville, NC last week and while there stopped by the Onslow County Public Library on Doris Avenue. They have a small wall (against the men’s bathroom) where they display books and magazines for sale (any donation). I have bought some items from this area previously.

I think I bought a couple of Harlan Coben hardbacks, including “The Boy from the Woods.” I may have gotten a copy of “Where the Crawdads Sing,” although without looking, I think crawdads are equivalent to our crayfish, and crayfish don’t sing. They are not like some insects that can drive you nuts with their repetitive, high pitched sounds. Oh, and a crayfish isn’t an insect. *I had watched the “Where the Crawdads Sing,” TV movie sometime in the last year or so, and enjoyed it, although at the end of the movie the heroine reveals that she had slipped back into “town” and killed her nemesis.

When I was still a boy, and living with my mom on the corner of Hwy. 24 and Queens Creek Road I would spend most of my summer days (out of school) playing inside or out in the yard. In our back yard, just off from the kitchen, a deep drainage ditch ran from underneath Queens Creek Road and the entire width of our corner property toward our next door neighbor (on Hwy. 24). Actually, the run of the water in the ditch came from the Hwy. 24 neighbor (Heath?), past our kitchen and beneath Queens Creek Road and over to our family farm. My mom paid taxes on the farm for all her life. She paid for 71 acres of land, but when it was surveyed, shortly before I got rid of it, the survey said there were actually 79 acres. The New River Baptist Association became the beneficiary of the Farm but after a few years they sold it and used those funds to purchase the old Onslow Academy in Jacksonville, NC. The New River Baptist Association Center was named in honor of the long-time associational directory, E. J. Hines.

Recently, while attending the Red Branch Baptist Church for their 102nd Homecoming, where Rev. Jeff Mitchell is pastor, I got to talk with Ann Gibson “Hines” Graham (married to Billy Graham, another one). I hadn’t seen Ann for several years. Her maiden name was Gibson, no relation. She was married to E. J. for many years until his death. It was good seeing her and talking with her. E. J. and Ann had adopted a son, Steven (sp?) who as a young adult had gone scuba diving off the North Carolina coast, and suffered a terminal (hereditary) malady while underwater, and drowned. She is older, but still of sharp mind and wit. And Billy Graham although different from E. J. Hines makes Ann a good husband, companion and partner.

I also bought a couple of “Our State” magazines and I think a “Home & Gardens”. But, getting the Our State magazines into the magazine basket that I keep near my toilet, I looked at the cover and realized the purchase price was $7.99 per issue. WOW! I find that hard to believe. *I also find it hard to believe that I only gave the Library $5 total for three hardbacks and two or three magazines.

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Actually I started this posting to talk about all the books I’ve recently gotten rid of by adding them to the various Little Lending Libraries in my area. Oh, I also gave Mary Ann and Jacquelin a few of my remaining cookbooks. I’m currently reading another Michael Connelly novel, “The Poet,” and am just a hair over half through it. The main character, Jack McEvoy, is dealing with his twin brother’s death. Jack first finds that his brother didn’t commit suicide, but was murdered… and now that Jack has convinced the FBI to enter the fray, the serial cop killer has been labeled, “the Poet.” The Poet has left phrases from several Edgar Allen Poe works at the scene of the suicides, now revealed to be homicides.

I wanted to read “The Poet” and then “Blood Work” and finally “The Late Show.” I’ve already read two Bosch novels that included Renee Ballard, but “The Late Show” is her first. I’ve read “The Narrows,” in which Terry McCaleb is already dead and Harry Bosch is trying to determine if “the Poet” killed him. So, reading “Blood Work” will help me with the Terry McCaleb story.

I am enjoying The Poet and find it a relief from dealing with all the crap that Harry Bosch can foist upon both friend and foe, and me, the reader. I doubt that Harry actually has any “real” friends. And, as I have said elsewhere, I’ve learned to despise Detective Harry Bosch from reading all the Connelly novels. I didn’t get these feelings from watching Titus Welliver in the Amazon BOSCH seasons, but I definitely began to file away all the CRAP that Bosch delivered. A lying sack of shit that shouldn’t be trusted. A master manipulator that is willing to mislead all, when he thinks necessary to accomplish his purposes, to solve the current case, as quickly as possible. After all how trustworthy could a cop or detective be that carries around a lock pick kit? Oh, and when Harry does something so egregious to get results, and that any lawyer, not just “the Lincoln Lawyer” could easily get the case thrown out of court because of Harry’s “shit,” what happens? Michael Connelly kills off “the bad guy” and Harry comes away with another win. Of course, I don’t expect the author to disparage his hero creation, even if the hero is far from being any type of hero.

I had bought four of the “Salt & Pepper” sausage links at the Organic Butcher Shop in Dunn, NC a few days ago. I thought they would be spicy, but they weren’t. I cooked two links to try them out, and then thought that I probably wouldn’t cook the remaining two links, but just let them sit in the refrigerator.

But, today I was online, and I don’t recall why or how I came across a chip dip recipe for sausage, rotel and cream cheese.

I cooked the sausage in a small frying pan, and there was no grease to pour off. I then added the Rotel and a half block of cream cheese and used a fork to help the cheese melt. I had bought some tortilla chips today, and this dip had a good flavor.

3-INGREDIENT CREAM CHEESE SAUSAGE DIP {FOOTBALL FRIDAY}

[NOTE]: I eyeballed the amount of the ingredients. I used a half block of cream cheese, and a couple of long narrow sausages (mild). I would rarely use Rotel, but I like tomatoes and peppers. *I was surprised, after having eaten the whole thing that this morning I had actually lost a little over half a pound in weight. [end NOTE].

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A previous chip dip that I first tried ages ago:

And toward repeating myself, I successfully made another old-time (60s or 70s style) cheese ball chip dip. It is made with sour cream & cream cheese, Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing (non-Buttermilk version) some diced red bell pepper, diced water chestnuts, drained spinach, chopped sweet onion. Don’t recall if this suggests a little hot sauce or not. But, the items mixed produce a very pleasant overall flavor. Pass a few more chips please.

I wrote something on New Years Day 2024 that was looking forward to my 70th birthday. I did reach it, and now it is June 1st, 2024. I had a call a few days ago regarding a reunion of the IT crew from Fayetteville State University. The meeting was going to be at the Mi Casita next to Ollies on Ramsey Street, at 1 pm.

I am so glad I attended today. It was good seeing all the old faces, and so many of them. The three surprising things were that Tommy Williams (a tech) had died of a massive heart attack a little over a year ago. Suzanne H. was no longer ambulatory and her husband was having to attend to her daily needs. And, Marge B. had married to someone who had once worked in the IT department.

I wore my two new hearing aids, but it was still difficult to hear what was being said.

What is interesting to me is how I am viewing my eventual, and much nearer death. Not so much with dread, but with a comforting resignation. After all, there is nothing anyone can do to avoid their own death. And, I think on various things I have done, or experienced or weathered. Twenty-four years of work at Fayetteville State University in their IT department and most or all of it really does not mean much.

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Not always, but sometimes just before I am thinking about going to bed, I ask myself if this might not be the last time I lay down to go to sleep. I recall how several years ago, maybe 2019, when I was home on a Monday on a holiday day, planning to spend the rest of the week on one of my short vacations. I had just finished eating some ice cream (perhaps pistachio) and had just gotten up from my easy chair (about 10 am) and had put the tub of ice cream back into my freezer. And I was just sitting back down to watch a new episode of the new Outer Limits (which episode I have just seen again recently). The episode had to do with a small town, somewhere maybe in Alaska, but near a military base which was one of the points of protection for America. Oh, and it was at Christmas time, and the story centered around the local sheriff’s/police station. There was an outsider, oriental, who was dressed in a suit, white shirt & tie, and hat who had come to town. I don’t remember why he was put in jail, but he was, and the rest of the town were up front celebrating Christmas. Seems that each year a prisoner (if they had one) was pardoned for the night. I guess like the President of the United States does for Thanksgiving, and the turkey or turkeys.

But, as they bring this outsider up front and pardon him, he seems to have “more information than he should” about the various towns people. In the end, the visitor turns out to be an alien (not from Mexico or further south) and the aliens are attacking the information grid of the military complex. The aliens have used the local sheriff, or his deputy, to find out where the military data center is located, and the show ends with the realization that the aliens have at least won this battle.

Now, I never got to the end of this episode the first time I was watching it. I got to the point where the “oriental” alien was sitting alone in the dark, back in one of the jail cells. And then, I realized that I was viewing the TV scene with a reddish filter. Not sure if the reddish filter carried over to everything I was seeing. I’m thinking it would have had to. And, I also realized that I wasn’t in control. My body was vibrating, I guess as a result of a mild seizure, and at some point I realized that I had urinated on myself. I’m not sure if I ever actually lost consciousness and within a relatively short period of time, I was back to my normal, but recently peed on self.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do, and I called Jeff Mitchell to let him know what had happened to me. He may have come up with the idea that I should go to the nearest emergency clinic, which I have one just about a quarter mile from me, across from the small strip mall that contains a Food Lion grocery. *I would later also go to this Cape Fear Valley emergency clinic for my series of COVID shots. So I took a shower to was the pee off myself, got dressed and drove myself to the emergency clinic.

It took about 30 minutes before I was sitting in front of a nurse who was taking my personal info, and yes, telling me that I shouldn’t have driven myself to the clinic. At some point I was given a small plastic cup to take to the bathroom to give a urine sample. And as I had almost filled the cup, I saw this reddish light appear in the upper corner of my eye. I knew this was a precursor to me passing out (or at least being out of control of my body) and I quickly looked for some place to sit the filled urine cup down. I did see a handicap railing on the wall. Not sure if I actually placed the cup successfully on the railing, before I passed out. But I woke up, I guess a short time later, laying on the pleasantly cool bathroom floor. My head was located close to the bathroom door. *Normally, when something unexpected happens, I usually try to compose myself and then think of what to do, but this time I immediately started yelling for help. And help arrived quickly and I was moved to a gurney on wheels. They called the hospital and an ambulance was sent over to pick me up and take me to the actual hospital. It was one of the first hot days, and that is probably why the bathroom floor felt so good, being so cold.

They got me to the hospital on Owen Drive in Fayetteville. I stayed there until Friday, when they “let me go.” And after a bank of tests, including the quite uncomfortable & claustrophobic MRI (or is that CAT Scan?) and a stint of using a CPAP device while trying to sleep, I was back home without a clear reason why I had passed out. May cardiologist had an idea, and eventually he would have me in to “shock my heart” to try and get rid of my afib. Now, I have know I had afib, an irregular heart beat, since I was in my teens, and it has never caused a problem. In fact, I don’t think it was usually mentioned, all the years that I visited various doctors. I didn’t feel weak, or dizzy, through out the years. And, in my twenties, I played a lot of tennis until when at almost 40 years old, I “blew out the ligaments” in my right knee, during a city league tennis match, and had to have major surgery (a 4 hours ordeal during which I was pleasantly knocked out) to correct the problem.

Oh, and I had the surgery and I think it was just a few days later that I had to start teaching an introduction to computers (PCs) at the local community college, Coastal Carolina Community College. Fortunately, someone loaned me their station wagon, and I was able to drive myself to and from the college, and get the wheel chair in and out to be mobile. And Jim Kelly and his family went out of their way to take care of me, in their home, for an extended period of time. *Sorry I ate a “left over” fast food hamburger, that was yours, and in the refrigerator, Ben.

So, all of the above to say that as much as I don’t want it to happen, and the alternative is a quick death, at some point in my “relative” near future (maybe today, or a month from now, but probably by the time I am 82 years old — if I should live so long) something catastrophic will happen to me. I don’t know if it will be painful, or quick, or if I will even be aware of it, but it will happen. *And if I survive, it will drastically change my life… for the worse. Afterwards, I might not be able to cook for myself, or bathe myself, go to the bathroom on my own, go shopping for groceries, or drive myself for fun or necessity. I might have to leave my apartment to survive in a nursing home.

I never expected to live to be 70 years old, which I am, but if you live long enough it happens, and just like peeing on yourself when you are young, you may come full circle and have to provide yourself with that warm, but unwanted feeling once again as an adult.

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The mother shown above, won a $3 Millions law suit as the result of her daughter being killed in an automobile accident caused by a drunk driver.

[NOTE 06/11/24]: As I re-read this blog posting title, “I Did Reach My 70th Birthday…,” I laughed a little, to myself. There are plenty of people that never reach their 70th birthday, and quite a few that go on to 80, 90 and even older. But, through my life, especially in my 20’s and 30’s I never thought that I would actually live to be 70 years old.

I’m in relatively good health, and don’t feel bad in any major way. No, I’m not going out to play several sets of tennis. That is gone, long ago. I don’t walk very much, and when I start to, I soon start to ache in my calves, and my joints and bones begin to ache some. And, from standing briefly in line, waiting for the last “Friends of Cumberland County Book Sale” doors to open, I became uncomfortable and wanted to sit down after only about 10 minutes. Although I do think I actually stood for about 25 minutes, and read through my daily Bible reading, on my phone, as I waited.

No, what is fantastic is that my mind is still relatively sharp and perhaps I am fooling myself into thinking that I am no different from when I was 20, 30, 40, 50 or so on.

I play multiple games of online chess against the computer, and every so often, even win. However, I do see that I am nowhere near as diligent as to my opponents possible moves, as I was most of my life. However, there were many years from about my mid-twenties until about 65 that I rarely played. Now I have become complacent and often move a piece, without thinking of all or even the most obvious consequences… and then my opponent moves a piece, to take mine.

So, I see the skin discoloration on my lower legs and feet. It’s not painful, but does look bad. I feel the partial numbness in my feet and toes, and sometimes there is a deep burning. I have found that rubbing some rubbing alcohol on the burning, actually causes the pain to go away, at least temporarily and for a good period of time.

I think about my nearing death as inevitable. It may not be today, or even next month, but I would doubt seriously that I will make it past the age of 82 years old, and that is only eleven years from now. And, I know that eleven years will zip by as almost nothing. [end NOTE]

Angel’s Flight from Hill Street

The Bradbury Building and Million Dollar Theater (lower Grand Central Market)

The Anthony Quinn mural on a building across from the Bradbury Building:

Harry has just sacrificed Chastain to the murderous LA mob, but manages to drive away, back to the police barricades and safety. After being attended to, he walks over and into a looted liquor store, Fortune Liquors, where he finds the owner cowering behind a counter. Harry is looking for a cigarette and the old man gives Harry his last one. The matchbook says, “Fortune Liquors” on one side and “Fortune Matches” on the other and there is a fortune printed on the matchbook.

I have not read the Bosch novels in the order in which they were published. Angel’s Flight was the 6th novel and Nine Dragons was the 14th novel. The looted liquor store with the old oriental owner struck a chord, much like when I read about “the Hightower Apartments.” I had recalled the Hightower Apartments from the 1973 movie, “The Long Goodbye,” with Elliott Gould playing the part of private detective Philip Marlowe. Now, I didn’t remember that they were called the Hightower Apartments, but the mental image of the several stories tall castle-like elevator tower was iconic.

So, I didn’t actually recall the liquor store name, “Fortune Liquors,” but I did recall the story about an old liquor store owner who wouldn’t leave a depressed neighborhood (although he had a more profitable other location, in a better neighborhood). So the first time Harry meets the old man, the old man’s store has been ransacked. And years later, Harry is called in to find the old man has been murdered. And eventually we find that the old man’s daughter has killed her father.

Since I’ve not read many of these novels in order, this was sort of a “flashback.” I already knew Harry had a history, but now I got to live the beginning.

Recall that when I read “City of Bones” shortly after reading “The Black Ice,” it solidified my belief that Harry Bosch was a sack of lying dog shit, that shouldn’t be trusted. I hope you think that description is a little worse than calling someone a “shitbird.” But as I have written elsewhere my justification: Harry was having intimate relations with the interim medical examiner (female), and she had mentioned finding a discrepancy during the autopsy. She didn’t want to reveal to Harry what she had found, but he cajoled her, telling her he wouldn’t reveal what she told him about her findings. *Her findings brought into sever question whether the suggested suicide wasn’t actually a homicide. So, she tells Harry what she has found and doesn’t want this revealed because she is currently an “interim” medical examiner and she wants that to become a permanent position. They have sex and shortly thereafter she asks if she can take a shower. So, no sooner than she is washing Harry’s stink off of her in his shower, he picks up his phone and calls a journalist friend of his pointing the journalist to questioning whether the cop’s death was either a suicide or murder. Harry then quickly goes off to Mexico. *But, when I read this little vignette, I immediately thought that if I was one of Harry’s co-workers, and he had made a promise not to reveal info, that only could have come from me, and very quickly thereafter had revealed that info to a professional “public crier,” then I would never trust Harry Bosch again.

And because I read “City of Bones” directly after “The Black Ice,” Harry’s betrayal was fresh in my mind. He gets his “no longer friend” who did become the “permanent” medical examiner to examine a bone to determine if it was indeed human. She treats Harry rudely, keeping him at her front door as she makes the examination. Well rudely, unless you recall what a sack of lying dog shit Harry Bosch actually is, and that he shouldn’t be trusted, nor does he deserve any special immediate attention, or preferential treatment.

Funny how actually reading the Connelly Bosch novels lead me to despise the fictional character of Harry Bosch. I didn’t have that seething hatred after watching six seasons of Bosch from Amazon. The character played by Titus Welliver was flawed, but likeable.

“The THING from another world” 1951 BW Horror, SciFi
This is the Casablanca of SciFi.

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“THEM” 1954 BW SciFi
The film has James Arness.

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“Forbidden Planet” 1956 C SciFi

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“The Invasion of the Body Snatchers” 1956 BW SciFi
I like Kevin McCarthy and Dana Wynter. They portray a quintessential 1950’s couple.

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“The Fly” 1958 BW SciFi

I thought it unusual for a first film to be filmed in color, and the sequels to be filmed in Black & White. I then noted that they are wearing dark Bubble Goggles to view the tele-transportation.

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“The Bat” 1959 BW Mystery, Thriller
This movie has Agnes Morehead and Vincent Price.

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“The House on Haunted Hill” 1959 BW Horror, Mystery
Another haunting film with Vincent Price and others.

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“The Time Machine” 1960 C SciFi
I like Rod Taylor and Yvette Mimieux.

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“Quatermass and the Pit” 1967 C SciFi
This is a “creepy” good movie, with a neat story line regarding weird poltergeist-like appearances, and an underlying alien source.

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“The Long Goodbye” 1973 Noir, Crime
Elliott Gould as iconic private detective Philip Marlowe, and we have a very young Arnold Schwarzeneger in his yellow underwear and good tan.

And once again I find myself watching “The Long Goodbye.” Having read the Connelly’ BOSCH novels, I became more familiar with the Los Angeles area, including Catalina Island. I just noticed a tribute to Dan Blocker in the closing credits, and then found that he was to have played the role that Sterling Hayden performed.

The High Tower, has it’s small garages at the base of the Tower. And, watching the movie, Marlowe is living in an apartment at the top of the Tower and he uses the elevator in the Tower. But Marlowe also drives out to the Malibu Colony, which is still visible from Google Maps Street View.

I love the “cat feeding” vignette.

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This is something that I have been asking about this cargo vessel since the end of November 2022, after I first became aware of this vessel, as she was coming into the Port of Morehead City (NC).

I have followed this cargo ship as she has travelled around the world, in both directions. In one year she literally circumnavigated the Earth in both directions. Shanghai, Singapore, the Kiel, Panama & Suez Canals, South America, Europe & the UK. And later, she travelled completely down the west coast of South America, and then back up the east coast of South America. From South America she went across to the west coast of Africa, and then to South Africa and up the east coast of Africa. Then on to Qatar & Kuwait, and now she is heading to Trieste, IT.

I had become aware of Trieste from a film about a train travelling to Trieste. Perhaps it was the Orient Express.

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[NOTE 06/02/24]: I have been getting what I considered “conflicting” signals as to the whereabouts of the Volga. The current maps were showing that she was traveling east of Madagascar, and I took this to be heading away from her next suggested Port of Trieste, IT. But, that was based upon my premise that the Volga would travel through the Suez Canal (the shortest route) to get to Trieste. However, the other question was that the suggested ETA at Trieste was supposed to be 06/22/24 and I didn’t see why that would take so much time.

Now, I have finally reconciled the apparent conflicting info. The Volga was east of Madagascar, and is apparently heading down around South Africa. She will then come back up the west coast of Africa and head through the Straits of Gibraltar and through the Mediterranean and up to Trieste. And, that will take until about June 22nd. That is almost 3 weeks from today, instead of about 7 days through the Suez Canal. [end NOTE]

NOTE [06/29/24]: The Volga is scheduled to reach the Port of Trieste on July 1st. Taking the long route around Africa, instead of the more direct route through the Suez Canal has taken almost a month. Not sure how much it costs to go through the Suez Canal. [end NOTE]

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Mode 3 works well for listening to the TV. I wore the hearing aids out when I went shopping at the grocery stores & WalMart, but I couldn’t find a mode that helped me hear better. I tried Mode 1 which is supposed to be for conversations, Mode 2 which is supposed to help in restaurants, and Mode 4 which is for outdoors. Mode 4 seems to almost filter out everything.

Don’t mess with free speech. Are you going to outlaw everything that might obfuscate the recognition of a person? Then let’s have a bill to prohibit wearing those round, red clown noses. Or how about outlawing Botox because it changes the way we look, temporarily.

Some time ago, I came across a web cam that was located on Treasure Island and gave a live view of San Francisco Bay, Alcatraz Island, Golden Gate Bridge, the San Francisco skyline and the Oakland Bridge. I used this web cam to view the “YM Warranty” as she entered and left the Port of Oakland. There did not appear to be much development on this island and I thought nothing more about it. Until tonight. A Charlie Chan (Sidney Toler) movie, “Charlie Chan at Treasure Island – 1939” came on (YouTube). Another Charlie Chan movie had just ended which had Chan on an ocean going vessel, and there was a hunt for parts of a treasure map. Briefly, I thought this might just be the previous movie starting to replay again because of the word, “treasure” in it’s title. But, then I vaguely thought of “Treasure Island” as referring to the web cam Treasure Island that I knew about.

I then googled for Treasure Island and found it’s rich history. This island was man-made about 1936 in preparation for the “Golden Gate International Expo” held in 1939.

• Map for Expo

I was just reading about Warner Olan, who played Charlie Chan before Sidney Toler. To my surprise Olan was actually born in Sweden. And, Olan had a drinking problem. Apparently, he walked off the set, during filming of a Charlie Chan movie and the movie had to be abandoned. Olan also died in the same year, 1938. Sidney Toler was hired to play Charlie Chan later that year and had already made two other Chan movies before “Charlie Chan at Treasure Island – 1939.” *I personally like Toler as Chan more than Olan, but all the Chan movies are pleasing. The character of Chan is like that of Simon Templar, the Saint, or Hercule Poirot. Wherever any of these three personas go, they are greeted with a warm welcome, a handshake or a pat on the back, and treated as noted personalities, and old friends “with a positive history.”

“From the Beginning” was a song by Emerson, Lake and Palmer, and was written by Greg Lake. I first heard it when I was attending Carolina, UNC-Chapel Hill, in 1972, the year it came out. This was always a melancholy song to me. I equated this song with my sense of “being out of place,” at Carolina. Hector’s, Silent Sam, the Ratskeller, Aycock Dorm, the Pit, Debbie, Chemistry and the Bell Tower.

I would get a couple of egg rolls from Hector’s, “Famous since 1969,” on the way back to my room, 318, in Aycock Dorm. The surface of the egg roll was crispy, and I loved getting the packets of Duck Sauce and Hot Mustard, and eating them.

On the way back, I would walk by “Silent Sam.” And the legend, which few probably believed, was that Silent Sam got the name because he would shoot his rifle each time a virgin walked by;-) Hector’s is no more, and Aycock Dorm had a name change after George Floyd, and Charles B. Aycock was determined to be a racist… former Governor of North Carolina.

There was a small bar in the basement, at the back of the Ratskeller. *For some reason I can’t recall it’s name, but it did have one. There was at least one “Foosball” table and a Pong Machine. Pong was the first video game I ever played. It was a simplistic game, extremely crude by today’s standards.

Don’t recall why I started listening to “From the Beginning,” tonight on YouTube, but I was mesmerized by it and have listened to it many times just tonight. I even watched about four different “reaction” videos by podcasters listening to this song for the first time.

Funny, but I watched the reactions by the women on the screen more than the men. I think that is because the song is sung to a woman as an apology. But, I don’t think these reviewers really focused on the lyrics as much as the music, but I think the lyrics are as important as the music, and the music is beautiful.