I must be getting old:  Ray Manzarek (from The Doors) died today.  He was seventy-four.  He lived a lot longer than his mate Jim Morrison.  Far too many musicians died early.  Too much fame too early.  Ray, at least, made it to a ripe old age.  Each year someone else dies who I followed in the sixties and seventies.  Of old age.  I feel old, today, although I won’t stay there.  From dust we come and to dust we shall return.  Death and taxes.  We all face that one day.

The music collection (LPs) we got from my sister was interesting.  She stopped collecting them in the early seventies.  I don’t think her husband (or her, for that matter) liked the music too much.  They were in mint condition.  She did have good tastes.  I had duplicates of several of her albums.  I realize it truly is a gift to have a wife who loved music as much as me and who I can share it with.  Both of us have very eclectic tastes.  That is also by grace.