Here I go again, shooting my mouth off …

… but if I’m going to “shoot” anything, better my mouth than a gun.  At least no one will end up dead.  Angry, maybe.  Or offended possibly.  But not dead.  And that I can handle.

Surely you’ve been expecting me to weigh in on Cecil.  I’ve opined and ranted, in this blog, about every other vile atrocity we’ve witnessed; and sadly, continue to witness because there just seems to be no end in sight.

So why would I stop now?

How can anyone consider the taking of a life, any life, be it human, animal, mammal, whatever, fun?  How can anyone consider it entertainment?  Or sport?  Tennis is

Day 218. Missing Musician

Yesterday I made a passing reference to a film I’d seen over the weekend.  It was Saturday afternoon, we went.  And the movie was absolutely amazing.  Extraordinary, I’d go so far as to say.  “Searching For Sugar Man” is a Swedish-British documentary about an American folk musician, Sixto Rodriguez.

Have you ever heard of him?  I hadn’t until a friend of mine mentioned, at least a couple of months ago, she wanted to see the movie.  She is one of the most avid fans of music I know.  All genres.  So of course she knows who he is.  And of course, she’s been a fan of his for quite a while.  We do talk about music a fair bit, so it’s interesting we never talked about him, until now.

Before I go on, just let me say, now I’ve heard him sing and, in particular, listened to his lyrics (in most of his