Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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Cotton Club Stomp

It is in the death flow 9:38 AM Friday morning. The sun is shining this morning. It is a perfect morning for one to walk in the woods and take pictures of the Autumn Season.

I got up this morning around 6:05 AM. When I got up I found my wife in the living room reading her Bible. I made us a pot of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I sat in the dining room listening to my wife talk to me. Carol had a dentist appointment at 8:30 AM. She left for her appointment around 8:20 AM. Carol had read in the morning newspaper that there was a giant Garage Sale at a local Reformed Church in America taking place this morning at 8:30 AM. Carol and I go to this church garage sale every year and I usually find at least one used book. So I drove over to this church garage sale and looked at their used books and CD's. I bought these used books and used CD's this morning at this church garage sale-

"Complete Stories" by Dorothy Parker

"Hypochondriacs: Nine Tormented Lives James Boswell, Charlotte Bronte, Charles Darwin, Florence Nightingale, Alice James, Daniel Paul Schreber, Marcel Proust, Glenn Gould, & Andy Warhol" by Brian Dillon

"Blood Meridian Or the Evening Redness in the West" a novel by Cormac McCarthy

"The Moonstone" a novel by Wilkie Collins

"Remembering Bix: A Memoir Of The Jazz Age" by Ralph Berton

"Bill Graham Presents: My Life Inside Rock and Out" a memoir by Bill Graham & Robert Greenfield

These are the used CD's I bought at this church garage sale-

Oscar Peterson Trio 'Tristeza On Piano'

Charlie Byrd 'Plays Jobim'

Count Basie Meets Oscar Peterson 'The Time Keepers'


The Best Of Frank Sinatra-The Capitol Years

Duke Ellington 'Cotton Club Stomp' 5 CD Box Set

Cotton Club

I left the church garage sale before I blew my wad. So has gone by existence in this dead world.

I have been reading this morning from a novel titled, "Ourselves To Know" by John O'Hara. Well I suppose I will close to face what comes next down the train tracks.

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