San Geraldo and I have been cleaning up and organizing our like-new offices.
Really, mostly I’ve cleaned and organized mine (and the rest of the house), while San Geraldo moves his mess from one place to another. (It’s a good thing he’s cute.)
|OUR ALTER EGOS? DUDO READS BOOKCASE ASSEMBLY INSTRUCTIONS.|
|MOOSE TAKES ANOTHER BREAK.|
|A QUICK “AFTER” PIC WHILE I SEARCH FOR THE “BEFORES.”
(OUR OLD GRANDFATHER CLOCK PEAKING IN AT LEFT, MY OFFICE IN DISTANCE.)
Tynan — husband of the Goddess Elena — and I love talking about old TV, old advertising, and old music. Well, we love talking.
Johny Otis’s song from 1958, “Hand Jive,” came up the other night. San Geraldo wasn’t familiar with it (sometimes I wonder if he spent his South Dakota childhood under a rock).
As Tynan and I sang some of the lyrics, San Geraldo looked shocked.
“Hand job!?! There was a song called ‘Hand Job’?!?”
Doin’ that crazy hand