The Beat Goes On

...drums keeps poundin' rhythm to the brain.....

I've always loved that line, or at least the way it was sung / phrased. Not so much the "la-da-da-da-dee, la-da-da-da-da" line.

I forgot all about this scenario until I was looking my iPhone photos. I really do snap away so many things it's amazing. Denton rarely flinches (anymore) when he sees me point, aim and shoot.

When I was in York (PA, not the man) the other day, I took my client there to lunch. It was a frigid day, as they have been for the last two months, so we ducked into some place he suggested for soup and salad.

As we were wrapping up our meal and conversation, I excused myself to use the Little Boy's Room, as I had to see a man about a horse (don't you just love euphemisms?).

So as I was leaving the table he says to me, he says...."Don't forget, you're a sonny". I kind of smiled and went on my way without asking him, "what the hell are you talking about?". But it soon became apparent.

I think I was still laughing when I got back to the table. ...and at least they didn't say Buoys and Gulls.

And ruckiry (not jon's boss), there wasn't a Chastity Chaz Room. Way too confusing.



Song by: Sonny & Cher