I read in the paper yesterday that it was Barry McGuire's 75th birthday. Seventy-Five. He is bald now, as shown in photos at his website. I saw him onstage when I was a child when he was in a group called The Christy Minstrels, but I didn't know who he was until he was out on his own and he released The Eve of Destruction. He has the perfect voice for this song: gritty and somewhat untamed. I thought it was worth listening to again.
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It is driving me crazy that a new Magpie prompt is out and I have yet to read the assortment of Magpies written by others last week. I am not going to allow myself to even look at this week's prompt until I catch up on ones written last week by the kind people who read and commented about mine. I am behind on a lot of things right now, so to those of you whose blogs I haven't visited and to those of you to whom I owe emails, thank you for being here and for not giving up on me! I will try to get myself organized asap.
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My 25th sobriety anniversary dinner at Mac's Place (see previous post) was great. Michael and I had a fun date night and I was glad I stayed in Silverton instead of going to the beach for my solo trip on this particular day. I enjoyed my excellent thin-crust Greek pizza, plus bites from Michael's assorted fish platter, while looking around the place where I had my last drink. Mac's was decorated for Halloween (Silverton has always gone all-out for Halloween). The room was full of good cheer and so was I, in spite of having The Eve of Destruction stuck in my mind.......
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