. . .a couple of worthy news reports. You thought this was gonna be about the Masons, didn’t you?
Found an awesome article in the Washington Post about Barbetta Jones — a local mom who opens her home to traveling punk bands and lets them throw shows in her basement.
The bands she’s fostered — roughly 300 in all — recall fondly the cozy couches she’s offered them and the gas money she’s “loaned” them with the unspoken assumption that most of it will never be repaid. They speak of the tens of thousands of miles she’s driven in her white band-stickered van to see their concerts in Baltimore, Toronto and North Carolina, and of the soft-edged scoldings she dishes when they don’t eat properly or visit the doctor.
Pretty rad. Do the kids still say rad?
The Baltimore Sun is reporting that the Writers Guild may yet win in their noble battle against the
cartel movie studios. Looks like the whole gang is heading back to the bargaining table on November 26. They better achieve some kind of resolution — I just found out that the last new episode of “The Office” ran last week. Oh, well. It’s not like I don’t have big fat books to read.
That’s the view from here. Thanksgiving and its attendant madness fast approaches.