Kleinheider

So, Kleinheider got let go today. I kind of want to say exactly what I said last time. It just bums me out, is all. I mean, really, JR and them are going to do fine. Post Politics will be fine and it will carry on. Blah blah blah.

If you had to pick someone to do Post Politics, if Kleinheider were unavailable, JR is the perfect choice.

But whatever Post Politics is, and what Volunteer Voters was, it is because Kleinheider invented it and then worked it out real-time, while we all played along. And it’s obvious that SouthComm has some sense of the importance of what Kleinheider got up to, because, even after they kicked him to the curb, they were smart enough to stick someone talented in the driver’s seat.

So, it just sucks.

But what can you do?

Henry, The Magnolia

The Butcher just sent me these pictures. Which, of course, means that he planted the tree himself, because he kicks so much butt. I forgot to tell him that I named the magnolia “Henry.” Not that it matters. I named the new kitty, “Pumpkin” and he just calls her “New Kitty.”

Is Lefty Frizzell My Neighbor?!

In “doing research” (read: looking on Wikipedia) for my post last night, I learned that Lefty Frizzell’s final resting place is at the Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens in Goodlettsville. If this is true, I have driven past this cemetery countless times. It’s right by our Jack in the Box. I know, it’s kind of unimaginable that I wouldn’t have gone to this cemetery, but cemeteries with on the ground headstones aren’t usually that interesting to me.

Still, now I feel like I should stop by and say hello.