Week Forty-Four In Which St Jude’s Storm Hath Blew.

Well, the storm of the five year magnitude, the one brewed in the Gulf of Mexico, reached us. I was out in it all day, gathering lakes for the Anglers Mail, for whom exploring is a sideline, to generate entries for the ‘˜Where to Fish This Weekend feature. I have met folks ranging from proper unpleasant to utterly enchanting and during yesterday, could feel a foreboding and approaching evil as the literal wind in the willows everywhere has willows sighed louder and louder.
This morning my town was gridlocked. I took an hour out of my working day to ferry my lad to within walking distance of the place he needed to get to, looking for student-hours work. He’d waited forty five minutes until a bus passed, full up. Thing is, a tree had killed a man in car today, on a piece of Tarmacadam I drive over all the time. You hear about the ‘˜statistics’ of these events but this brings it home.
Yes, protect your future but Dum Vivimus Vivamus While We Live, Let Us LIVE!
So of course, pay the bills first and feed and clothe yourself. But spending money on the sheer sybaritic delights of car audio, is not a sin. Pleasing your senses and those of others is maybe part of why we are here. Loving each other and making babies seems to be a big bit. And music’s large in that too
Ridiculous admin week, so I’ll be putting in some hours and hope to bring you some cool stuff. Be careful out there.
Adam Rayner On Line Editor