Fats Domino is gone to us. Ain't that a shame.
Fats will live on in recordings and memories, them memories of recordings. Personally, I don't care if I'm remembered, but Ithink most performers want to be remembered.
Can't click like on that one. Time stands still for no one, and none of us are getting out of here alive. Really want to feel your mortality...?....go to a couple of estate sales. Something very off about strangers wandering through your home, picking up your treasures for pennies.
.....<sigh>......to Fats,
I go to those estate sales and auctions. I pick up those treasures for pennies, and they will eventually be sold for pennies, donated, or trashed. Last week my wife sold a pre-civil war love seat to a neighbor. We enjoyed it for several years, but we have lots of furniture and she has lots of house without furniture. $40 to us. $40 to her.
I think of all the butts in that love seat over the years. I think of all the birds that sat in the 1950s concrete birdbath before we purchased it at an estate sale this summer. Whomever comes to our estate sale will see stuff they've never seen before. The teenage kids have already divied up some of our property
The girl bought some blue glitter high heels at Goodwill today, The wife says to her. "It looks like someone applied this by hand" She says, "I know. Probably a burlesque girl or stage performer. I'd like to think it was a burly girl." I live with odd people
Saturday morning, there is an estate auction with some magnificent small sculptures - either it will bring out some art afficianados we never see at auction, or we are coming home with some goodies
Sometimes the surviving family comes to these and bids against each other. It's one way to divy up the assets according to their competing value between relatives. I usually won't bid against the family in those cases.
Life is full of boring bits, mostly involving working for money to survive. I do believe in enjoying life in between the boring bits, and I imagine Fats Domino felt that way too.