"As for how Burbank has changed... well... it's not exactly politically correct, is it? There are cultural and political reasons why I think I'm happier in Northern Virginia. What's more, Burbank is EXPENSIVE. I compared every metric (gas prices, tax rates, home costs, a gallon of milk, natural gas, insurance, water, etc.) with my pal Mike, who still lives in Burbank, and Virginia is cheaper with each one. And bear in mind that I live in Fairfax County, the second most affluent county in the United States! (The first is Loudoun County, also in NOVA.)
"It grieves me to write this, it really does, but being FROM Burbank in the 60's and 70's was great. Living there now is, I think, out of the question. If we moved our quality of life wouldn't be as good. Retirement? California is a Kiplinger "tax hell" for retirees."
It's sad.
I posted some more aerial shots on Burbankia. I see that I'm at the 2/3rds disk storage point on my server. Hmmmm. I may want to consider a diet program for the bigger files. I wonder how much more disk space will cost?
I listened to the Kinks' first Lp from 1964 this morning on the drive in to work. It's... not all that good, frankly. In fact, it sounds even more primitive than the Beatles' first record. There's a lot of rather forced British R&B on it; Bo Diddley imitations, that sort of thing. The two stand outs on it are "You Really Got Me," which was their hit, and "Stop Your Sobbing," which Ray Davies' wife Chrissie Hynde made into a Pretenders song.
Tony Bramwell, in his book I'm reading about the Beatles, has reached the point where Yoko, through relentless stalking, got her man. He refers to her as "The Princess of Darkness." Obviously, there was no love lost there...
Arrrggghhh! I gained a pound this week; the first time I've gained any weight in nineteen weeks! How is that possible? I stuck to my calorie counting and should have lost some weight. Well... I think I know. I changed meds this week. I went to a lower dosage of a diuretic in order to reduce the dizzy spells I was having. That may mean I'm retaining more water now than I did. So - we'll see what happens next week. I know I'll hit a weight loss plateau eventually - I hope it isn't now. I'd like to get down to the 250s, which is where I stopped in 2007.
There are community yard sale signs up everywhere near where I live, but tomorrow morning Los Tres Amigos - me, Don and Chris - are heading down to the Spotsylvania reenactment. It'll be a one-day only thing. No camping. I suspect this is going to be a really minor affair since most of our unit isn't going. I'll take some photos but my expectations are not high. The last time I attended a disappointing small event a Confederate dressed as a Yank (called a "galvanized Yank," to fix a numbers discrepancy between blue and gray) foolishly allowed his musket to go off while on the march. I always remove the percussion cap while on the move so that can't happen. That kind of dangerous carelessness didn't endear the event to me.
Have a great weekend!
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