Back to the Apple store today, because the phone wasn’t charging. I’d taken it in before, and they said it was Lint. A tiny bolus of compacted fabric kept the connectors from connecting. Shazam! It worked. Then after a while it did not, and I had to hold the cord at a certain angle and pray that the connection held. I stopped charging it overnight in the bedroom because it would lose the connection, regain it, lose it, regain it - and this meant BLOOP! BLOOP! BLOOP at 3 AM. So I made a Genius Bar appointment, and said in the notes “it’s not lint.”

I checked in. The fellow who looked at my information said “It’s not lint.”

“Nor is it lupus,” I said.

The Genius met me and smiled and asked what the problem was. I explained, and said it was a problem because I couldn’t upgrade to OS8 and it had been out for a day and it was KILLING ME, so please. He took it into the back room, returned a few minutes later.

“I have good news,” he smiled, “and some good or bad news.”

Good news?

“It’s lint.” He pointed to a tiny piece of lint he had put on an iPad. “It was packed right up in there.”

What’s the other news?

“It’s lint! Some people get upset when they think it’s something new and it turns out to be the same thing.”

I can see that, I suppose - if your problem repeats itself again and again and you know it’s not the faulty power supply switch, but your browser. The computer only turns itself off when I’m using Safari and I go on CNN! Okay, but that’s not going to affect the power. Do you just mean the browser quits? Well the browser quits and then I have to restart the computer. Do you have to, or is that just what you do? It’s the only way to make it work. Okay. Did you update your Flash player? I don’t play Flash. I don’t play any games.


A lovely day, a gift, a boon, pure perfection from start to finish. Picked up daughter at soccer, dog in the car. It’s nice to have a dog who likes to take drives. Jasper hid on the floor. Scout sits in the front seat and watches everything with that intent expression dogs get, which is simultaneously commanding and ignorant. Which leads us to this week’s pup-date:

Yesterday at the dog park, the planes were coming in on the runway they usually use to go out.

I assume they cleared that in advance.




I wish I had some peculiar actuality, as they're called, but it's been an ordinary week in the world of listening to old radio shows that aired 60 years past.

I did hear a rather remarkable Gunsmoke today. Settlers had been killed and scalped; folks around Dodge City (and the territories on west, I assume) blamed the Pawnees, and a greenhorn Army commander was inclined to believe. He was schooled in such matters by Marshall Dillon, who noted that A) the Pawnees wouldn’t have covered their tracks as the assailants did - they dragged a heavy blanket over their footprints and hoof prints - and they wouldn’t have shot the 12-year-old boy. They would have kidnapped him and raised him as a Brave. There were a few other bits of evidence that pointed away from the Pawnees. What made the story particularly grim was the discovery of a little girl, shot and scalped.

William Conrad could play just about every role handed to him, except Frenchmen, but he excelled at Matt Dillon. Here’s a minute. Radio is a medium that abhors dead air, except when it’s handled by pros. (The greenhorn Army guy is Joe Kearns, who was Mr. Wilson in the old Dennis the Menace shows, and a radio staple; always turned up in officious, self-satisfied roles.)

The slow burn.

Sand Creek. Chivington. Nits make lice. It's all there.

The murder of a little girl to cover horse-stealing and throw suspicion on the Pawnees brings out a side of Dillon you didn’t see much. He was always resolute. He was usually resigned to the worst. He hated killing. But he set a trap for the child murderers, and he shot them down in cold blood. He is, in this episode, about the scariest resolute mofo on the plains.

I sat in the driveway and listened, transfixed by a play that aired sixty years ago. As can you, if you wish.

Anyway! Cheerful Couple Next Door music cues, new and old.

CND Cue #464 The cheerful off-to-market theme, with a little more at the end than you usually hear.

I live for such things.

CND Cue #465 . . . and the other favorite that starts with that big three-note intro, like it’s drawing breath. Yes, I’ve played it before, but this one goes on a liiiiitle bit longer, and you can year where it’s going after the opening bars - which, by the way, I’ve always found annoying. I like the way this cue starts; certainly gets your attention. After that, feh.

CND Cue #466 Intro to a piece I've heard here and there; sounds as if it's ending before it starts.

CND Cue #467 How very odd: the CND had cause to use a cue from an LP no doubt labeled "Use for Shows Involving Hypnotism or Underwater Adventures"

CND Cue #468 Genial skullduggery music, fit for a comic mystery set in an old English manor, perhaps; this might be the music when the bumbling inspector shows up.

CND Cue #469 . . . Is a dupe. Never mind.

CND Cue #470 Mahler in a good mood after too much coffee.

Another miserable CBS radio promotion. I have dozens of these. And I have a name for the poor fellow hwo had to read this copy: Stuart Metz was his name. I still don't know if the copy sounds bad because of the way he reads it, or it simply could not be salvaged. I think he's doing his best with this one.

Mitch Miller. Is it Sunday?


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