This is the grave of Mel Tormé. Born in Chicago in 1925, Tormé grew up in a Jewish immigrant family, at least on his father' side, who had come over.
It's time for something a bit more light hearted than usual. So here's this great story about how a bunch of teenagers who don't care about some old man named.
I have to say that the Rolling Stones having their tour actually sponsored by the AARP is so on the nose as to be the funniest thing I've ever seen.
I recently became familiar with the term "enshittification," which basically is when you have something really good that everyone loves and then people want to make short-term profits off it.
I watched Stop Making Sense again recently and I remain amazed. It's by so far the greatest concert film in history (and far better that Byrne and Spike Lee trying.
This is the grave of Freddie King. Born in Gilmer, Texas in 1934, King grew up first in Dallas and then in Chicago. This was the standard Great Migration pattern.
This is the grave of Alan Freed, visited in the aftermath of a ridiculous amount of snow not allowing me to get a better photo. Born in 1921 in Windber,.
This is the grave of Lamar Stringfield. Born in Raleigh, North Carolina in 1897, Stringfield grew up in the region as the son of a Baptist minister who had parishes.
