Too much Tues

Feel good this morning.
Was able to crunch out 60 curls before I left and finally paid the roofer for attic fan installation.
Missed the 813 by probably 30 seconds and had my shoelace not gotten caught up in my pedal, I might've had a shot. But that's fine.
Upon exiting 33rd Street I see a kid in a suit with a sign around him about how he's got his degrees and skills and wants a job. He's me and I regret not taking his resume.
Am now almost halfway through Honey's Room. Seems to me that this is the inverse to "Inglorious Basterds" in the sense that is on U.S. turf and it came out around the same time. Since Leonard and Tarantino are in cohoots to some extent, it is possible they had discussed it. What I always liked about Leonard's stories is that he often takes two cliches or two characters from normally-different surroundings and pairs them up. Here we have a German POW in Detroit, speaking perfect English and looking to be a cattle wrangler. It's certainly different. Carl Webster appears in the Hot Kid and Women Come Out to Dance but I must confess, since I read those two at least 2 years ago I don't remember everything that transpires other than that he's a pecan farmer.
I'm only going to listen to two songs this morning: Freddie Hubbard's "Red Clay" and Lee Morgan's "Domingo."
The former is a tune (and album) I've had for a couple of years now and though I tend to favor Hubbard's mid-60s stuff, this album is undeniably a high point in his playing. He moves forward with the instrumentation and technology (electric piano as opposed to acoustic/grand) and the song takes its time. I am desperately trying to find a session that features both Hubbard and Horace Silver but I think it may be futile.
"Domingo" really cooks. I bought it in March when there was a 2 for $10 Blue Note sale at J&R and am always glad I expanded my Morgan collection because his playing is brilliant here. It's off Volume 3 that he gets better and he's moving up and down the scale here like a pro. Song's written by Benny Golson, whose work is more and more intriguing.
My brethren from Verizon are still out there -- a sea of red shirts!
At Albany Street I think I saved a couple of people's lives. I got to the median but some people were still crossing, even though the light was not green for us. That's why I wasn't terribly surprised when a car plowed through what-one-would-think is a red light. Then the driver of a town car, which realize it had made a wrong turn, decided to make his turn without looking at the Asian girl and the black guy who were about to become plastered on its grill. All this, amazingly, in the 2 seconds that the crossing guard was doing a 360. I yelled for the duo to stop walking. Thankfully they did, and the driver unapologetically moved on. The guard looked pissed and disappointed as if he might take down the license number. He and the pedestrians thanked me. I mentioned that it is not painfully obvious when we have the right of way -- not to lecture but to sympathize.
I'm going to run today during lunch. It's hero time. Time to shine.

Thank you for reading.