S’ interestin’, my father become a deranged sort of celeb’ity. People still tell folks headin’ fer trouble with the liquor, “Yer headin’ for a Hurlie hole.”
Astrology is technical; a Natal Chart print-out is a circular geometrical nightmare of angles, arcs and glyphs (astrological symbols for planets and signs).
Unlike his modern-day Seattle counterparts, broadcaster Brickhouse, soused or no, would never have announced the passing of second-line heavy metal bands.
I was chasing a dream of rock ‘n’ roll stardom, playing electric ocarina in a band comprised of a bunch of malcontents, layabouts, and known mousse abusers.