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RTDNTOTO 🐻 Random Thoughts Deserving No Thread Of Their Own 21 (2026)

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Glenn Campbell was a GIANT in the music industry. He played guitar with the infamous Wrecking Crew (early credits include working with the Beach Boys). And he had a successful solo career as well with lots of country-pop crossover hits. (e.g. Wichita Lineman, Galveston, By the Time I Get to Phoenix, Rhinestone Cowboy, etc.)

I never realized Campbell was a member of the Wrecking Crew but I knew he played with The Beach Boys for a while - he started out as a session musician (and they were using the Wrecking Crew at the time so it tracks that he was probably with them) and then took over touring duties for Brian Wilson back towards the end of '64 when Wilson decided he only want to write and work in the studio and not tour anymore. Or maybe I did know Campbell was in the Wrecking Crew but forgot it somewhere along the way - they had such a lineup over the years and played on so many different albums it's hard to keep straight who was a session player and who was an actual bona fide member of whatever band they were playing with.

There used to be a pretty good documentary about the Wrecking Crew on Amazon Prime. I'll have to go check to see if it's still there.

I always liked the Campbell's By the Time I Get to Phoenix, which clocks in at 2:42 seconds, begat Isaac Hayes's 18 minute+ version of the song, which then begat this:

 
I was dropping my daughter off at school this morning and somebody had managed to get their small SUV hung up on a snowbank across the street from the school... not just a small snowbank but a spot where the plows had pushed a bunch of snow into a pile at least 4' or 5' high. The SUV was totally high centered with all 4 wheels in the air.

She had to have some speed going to have enough momentum to be up there like that and it's even more impressive given how heavy traffic is right there and that you usually cannot even go the 25 mph speed limit in that area in the morning.
 
Every morning, I wash out the dishes in the sink in the office kitchen - it's a nice little ritual to cleanse the day - but please do not disturb that moment with a serious work conversation - lol/sigh
 
Mrs. P didn't believe me when I told her last night the roads were basically clear. She asked me to drive her to work this morning - which isn't a problem since its on the way.

During the commute this morning she said, I guess the roads aren't that bad. Can you pick me up at lunch to go get my car? I smiled and said yes.

She never actually said I was right, she just recognized the fact the roads were clear.

I just smile.
 
I guess I am now. Thanks for all the horrible foot images that are now running through my mind.

My wife was selling a couch and someone asked if she could send a video of her walking on it to see how soft it is. It was sitting outside so she wore shoes. He then asked if she could do it barefoot because some excuse about the shoes. She was about to do it when she told me what she was doing. I looked at her and told her about foot fetishes. My kids started laughing because she didn't know. She stopped to look it up and got creeped out. She has a major foot fetish the other way. She hates them. Don't even look at them.
 
I guess I am now. Thanks for all the horrible foot images that are now running through my mind.

My wife was selling a couch and someone asked if she could send a video of her walking on it to see how soft it is. It was sitting outside so she wore shoes. He then asked if she could do it barefoot because some excuse about the shoes. She was about to do it when she told me what she was doing. I looked at her and told her about foot fetishes. My kids started laughing because she didn't know. She stopped to look it up and got creeped out. She has a major foot fetish the other way. She hates them. Don't even look at them.

"Yes, that picture helps more, with your bare feet. Maybe....could you ask your husband to get up there too? He should also be barefoot. It's for.....science? Yeah, science. Can his toenails be painted? Well, I think it's odd you'd think that's perverted. Maybe YOU'RE the pervert! Nope, you're right, it's me."
 
I'm a bit offended.

Yesterday I received an invitation to a high school friend's surprise 50th birthday party.

I'm offended that kids I went to school with are turning 50! It doesn't matter that they may have been a grade or two ahead of me... I'm still offended by our aging.
 
I'm a bit offended.

Yesterday I received an invitation to a high school friend's surprise 50th birthday party.

I'm offended that kids I went to school with are turning 50! It doesn't matter that they may have been a grade or two ahead of me... I'm still offended by our aging.
How about 50th HS class reunion ? My classmates are 68-69 yrs old - look at how close we are to 70.
 
One of my brothers turns 70 today. The other is 72.

I came along several years later.
 
I'm a bit offended.

Yesterday I received an invitation to a high school friend's surprise 50th birthday party.

I'm offended that kids I went to school with are turning 50! It doesn't matter that they may have been a grade or two ahead of me... I'm still offended by our aging.
One of my brothers turns 70 today. The other is 72.

I came along several years later.
Creeps up on you and then kicks you in the ass and we sit here thinking where did the time go?

I'm the youngest at 55 with my siblings at 58 in February, and 57 and 61 in May (born on same day). Parents sill kicking around and will be 90 in August.
 
It's been a busy week in Lake Wobegon. My mom is in the hospital after vomiting blood last week. They scoped her and found an ulcer. Sent her home with medicine, then back to the hospital with chest pains and shortness of breath.

My mother-in-law is in the hospital with pneumonia. My sister-in-law has begun treatment for stage four cancer.

My dog had surgery a few weeks ago to remove a growth. The pathology report is that it was cancerous, and that they didn't get it all.

That's the news from Lake Wobegon, where all the women are ailing, all the men are worried, and all the dogs require expensive medical care.
 
I'm a bit offended.

Yesterday I received an invitation to a high school friend's surprise 50th birthday party.

I'm offended that kids I went to school with are turning 50! It doesn't matter that they may have been a grade or two ahead of me... I'm still offended by our aging.
I turn 48 in about 6 weeks, but I'm 'older' than you, so... ;)
 
I turn 48 in about 6 weeks, but I'm 'older' than you, so... ;)
Haha, had a little chat with someone in the office while warming up my lunch. Someone age came up and I said I'd be turning 65 next year. They said, "Really? You don't look that old!"

I told them it's because I act immaturely. ;)
 
I am surprised by the number of places that have a credit card fee instead of a cash discount.
 
Childhood memory #166:
Every summer as a kid my dad would bring home a grocery bag filled with bbq chicken (wrapped in wax paper) grilled by the firefighters down the street from his workplace. Apparently, it was part of some kind of an annual fundraiser. The chicken was delicious, but there was something special about how it came home in a big paper grocery bag and how it had a smoky aroma you could detect the instant he brought it into the house. I remember asking my dad one year how many more days it would be until the firefighters had their chicken cookout. I looked forward to it with anticipation.

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Childhood memory #166:
Every summer as a kid my dad would bring home a grocery bag filled with bbq chicken (wrapped in wax paper) grilled by the firefighters down the street from his workplace. Apparently, it was part of some kind of an annual fundraiser. The chicken was delicious, but there was something special about how it came home in a big paper grocery bag and how it had a smoky aroma you could detect the instant he brought it into the house. I remember asking my dad one year how many more days it would be until the firefighters had their chicken cookout. I looked forward to it with anticipation.

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I have a very similar memory only it was the local Lions Club. It was the same setup. The chicken starts at one end and they have another grate and just flip them and move them on down the line until finished. The chicken was amazingly good. Each one was half chicken and came in a white paper bag that had foil on the inside. My mouth is watering remembering that crisp skin and the aroma.
 
Tax return was submitted and accepted last Thursday. This morning I received notice that refund is approved and will be sent to the bank on Friday. Can't get much faster than that.
My refund was deposited on Monday (filed on Wednesday last week).
 
Considering I had celery with an unreasonable amount of peanut butter for lunch, yeah, I am ready for the barbecue
 
Every season is BBQ season down here. Come on down and bring the shorts and flip flops.
And during part of the year every outdoor surface is a gridle.
 
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Considering I had celery with an unreasonable amount of peanut butter for lunch, yeah, I am ready for the barbecue
You know what I wished I had? Not just barbecued chicken hot off the grill but also a nice cold potato salad prepared by my maternal grandmother. She had a tendency to use mustard a little too freely, which I liked. Also with some dirty rice and cowboy baked beans on the side. Topped off with a big mug of Coors Banquet beer.
 
And during part of the year every car with rolled up windows is a oven.
I can confirm this works. Place a sheet of cookie dough covered with foil on your windshield. Work for 8 hours. Come back to fresh baked cookies. Great to do to a friends car so it smells like cookies for weeks.
 
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