The Ale your Great Grandfather Drank

That's the slogan I see sitting in the Molson Pub at the airport. It's referring to Molson's Ale. Anyways, sitting here waiting for my flight which is still over an hour away. Figured I'd grab a bite to eat. They initially tagged my bag to go to Singapore, which would have ummm, sucked. All Families Are Psychotic is out in paperback, but is's $21 so I'm gonna pass. Maybe an archie or a magazine. Dont want to blow my books waiting for the plane. God, why are books so expensive? Okay, enough for now...

Why Can't Real Radio Be This Good?

I'm drafting this on my way to L.A. I'm listening to the Northern Exposure station on the in-flight radio, which is "The bands of Canada" and I gotta tell you, if K-W radio was likely to hit me with The Grapes of Wrath, Spirit of the West, The Northern Pikes, Lowest of the Low and Wild Strawberries, then a crap song, followed by Sloan, I'd never stop listening! Goddamn! This rocks! Once you're in the air, the worries go away. God, the crap isn't even that bad.

Okay, addition, I just found the "Produced by Phil Spector" station. Guy may be accused of murder, but man he could produce some of that sweet pop music...