When: Monday nite 1/12 7:30pm ET

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BTW, 1 DAY from now - Jan 10th, I’m at Club Passim / Cambridge for 2 shows!! LIKE 10 TIX LEFT FOR EACH SHOW

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VARIOUS THINGS FROM MY LIFE THIS WEEK
SOME OF WHICH I HAD CONTROL OF
SOME I DID NOT
STITCHED INTO SOMETHING

I have this book Polskie Konstrukcje Lotnicze 1893-1939, by Andrejz Glass, given to me by an Old White Man. Oh, that moniker is from my song about the men that fostered and taught me this rubber band-powered aircraft research, building, and flying hobby. Chocked with pictures and views of aircraft from that interwar time period just ripe for modeling, this inspiring tome is my impetus to find my way to Poland's aviation museum in Krakow. I’ll take that bus ride to Auschwitz too. Probably sometime this year. Alone even!

When the world gets wacky, like when one group of people see the front view of a video and the other group sees the rear view and even then they are miles apart in politics in their own backyard, I’m in this book deep with my ruler measuring up whatever project is next, translating specs, comparing things with a few books I have in English, and it gives me peace. In my wish to know Polish history more better, I downloaded a 5 hour audiobook of Polish History. Me and this history book were out running in my hour between students.

I’m anxious enough thinking about Club Passim this Saturday, hoping I can keep it musically tight enough to not embarrass myself in front mandolin genius Joe Walsh accompanying me or by my post-cancer chemo beard growing only on one side of my face. I lose track in the book. Also, where am I on this run?

When running I generally try to avoid That Man’s house - the landscaper still mad about the police call on his use of 4 leaf blowers at once at a neighbor’s across from us, rather than the lawful 2, and who has subsequently soft threatened me and the dogs when I've run by. His house is at the bottleneck of a major/minor thruway from one part of town or another so if you aren’t paying attention you pass his house, like it or not. And here I was. People accuse me of letting this guy “live rent free in my head."

3 miles later I come home to shower and teach songwriting to an brilliant, older, Jewish, photographer/videographer freshly returned from Uganda, who is so moved by the undismayed centers of the souls of these peoples that we do one of his songs then look at his pictures for the rest of the hour.

The undaunted Ugandans persevere even with all they’ve been through.
The intrepid Polish people, (even tho I am lost in this book good lord how many fifes and dukes and Popes and it’s only the 15th century??...) had a teeming enough civil aviation industry between WW1 and WW2 and are finally a people freed of Soviet shackles.
And I may just order a pizza and have it anonymously delivered to That Man’s house. Yeah, he lives rent free in my head because I give a shid, and I’ve had cancer so he can’t touch me if I decide to love his ass to death.

And Saturday night, well, it’s a Vance show, bless us all.

This world will still spin, and I’ll be on it, dead or alive. Putting out my best as I open the pages to the PZL 54 Transport, a favorite of both me and that Old White Man Dave.

I’m a survivor too. I’m going to that museum.