And now a jazz interlude, courtesy of Bootleg Citys own Minister of Fast Food and Entertainment, Matthew Boles
Life here at Bootleg City is starting to get back to normal. But before I start this week, I want to issue an apology to our own Annie Zaleski. See, over the past couple of weeks she was channeling her inner Nancy Drew while sneaking around looking for Mayor Cass, who had gone AWOL. However, she didnt call ahead and ended up getting a little too close to the barn out back at my place, where my pal Duane Earl took a shot over her head, muttering something about revenuers. Now, Annie, you know you werent in any danger it was just a warning shot. But I can understand your trepidation, and I apologize. (So does Duane Earl, of course he feels just terrible.)
The recent chaos in Bootleg City is subsiding. Annie found the mayor (I told you he was messing with Latina women), and even our pal Matt Wardlaw is calming down. I mean, the last time somebody went that nuts over losing an election, he wound up growing a beard and making a PowerPoint presentation about how our cars are killing polar bears or some such nonsense.
However, that guys PowerPoint presentation eventually won (in descending importance) an Oscar, a Grammy, and a Peace Prize. Plus, hes made like a zillion dollars from it. So, Wardlaw, pay attention in your Microsoft Office class at the local Adult Learning Annex it could work out aces for ya.
To commemorate the blanket of peace and love around here, I tried to find a show that every single Popdoser would like. I present to you the American legend, Louis Satchmo Armstrong, performing with his group of All Stars in Memorial Hall at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill on May 8, 1954.
