Sandman's Journal

Dunn Center was rockin' tonight. Glenn Eckelberg turned 60, and so a party was thrown for him at Ilo Bar. There was food and a karoake machine. I sang three songs: "Ring of Fire," "All Shook Up," and Charlie Pride's "Kiss an Angel Good Morning."

My dad's 59th birthday is today, as well. Or maybe it's his 58th. He's not 60, but he's startin' to look it. He ate 16 Ibuprofen today, and that's not uncommon. His body always aches. He's a good guy. His favorite singer is Dolly Parton and his favorite song is John Lennon's "Imagine." Dad's not exactly an atheist, but he's none too happy with most religions. I, personally, don't mind religion most of the time. I just don't like it when it mixes with government's greedy power brokers. But enough about imminent nuclear holocaust--back to Lennon, man of peace. I don't think my dad has ever listened to a full John Lennon album, nor the Beatles, but he sure likes "Imagine." For his birthday I bought him Dolly Parton's new CD, Those Were the Days, on which she does a cover of said song. She also duets with Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens) on his tune "Where do the Children Play." She mostly sings "protest" songs from the '60's, such as "Blowin' in the Wind," "The Cruel War," and "Where Have All the Flowers Gone." Dolly's a strange paradox: savvy business woman, humanist, and Tennessee dingbelle rolled into one elfin package of country glam. I can dig it.

The above picture is: Dad, me, Great-grandpa Sand circa 1971. Dad's name is Rob. Great-grandpa Sand's first name was Christ.