The Day The Music Died

Well for the at least one of my friends who, at this writing, hadn't figure out the trivia question on my Facebook page, N3794N was the number of the plane in which Buddy Holly, JP "The Big Bopper" Richardson, and Ritchie Valens died on this date in 1959.

Here in Bowling Green, it's another warmer day, although overcast at present. I did get my branches picked up and cut to the lengths which the trash haulers find acceptable, so they will get taken tomorrow. There were not a lot in our yard compared to many around the community. We did "dodge the bullet" on the recent ice storms which devastated a large area, mostly to the west and north of us. Whew!

Barbara and I have appointments with our rhumatologist (sp?) this morning and then back here so I can do some arranging and storage in the garage. We keep sorting through more stuff in the house and finding more to just stash away! I really want to get to work on sorting and scanning my many slides, but haven't figured if I'll do them myself or have them done. Doing them myself is very labor intensive; having it done is expensive. I'll probably do them myself; my labor is cheap! Barbara and Rachel have colds and both are not feeling the best. Rachel has to go to work today, but she'll do OK with it. I'm not yet sure if Barbara wants to or has to go to campus today. We'll see.

FWIW, I enjoyed Bruce Springsteen during the halftime show of the Super Bowl last night. I saw only a couple minutes of the game, including the 100 yeard interception run-back right before the halftime, and then maybe the last minute of the game. I can honestly say, I had no favorite and am not really into pro football anyway.