I’m not a big fan of Tuesday. I was thinking how we have tried to make Tuesday more attractive.
The first thing that came up was the practice of radio stations playing two songs in a row by the same artist, “Two for Tuesday.”
The second thing that has taken a shot at sprucing up Tuesday is the “Taco Tuesday” movement.
I’m betting half of you Chalkheads eat a taco today…
I’d probably eat a taco if someone offered it to me, but I won’t go out of my way for a taco.
I can remember my first taco sometime in the early to mid 1970’s. My dad ordered tacos for me at a Lums Restaurant. I wanted a hot dog and fries, but my Oldman made me eat tacos.
The next time I had a taco was at a Jack in the Box. I bit into the somofabitch and it fell apart in my hand.
Hot dog buns don’t do that!
There might have been four places around Chicagoland that had tacos when I was a kid. Today, there are taco places on every corner. If you are looking for a currency exchange, look for a taco sign and there will be a currency exchange on the same block.
Something else that I’ve lost interest in as I’ve gotten older…
… Led Zeppelin.
I just pissed off a dozen Chalkheads right there and I know exactly who is M F’ing me right now. I didn’t say this to piss you guys off.
I just can’t listen to Led Zeppelin without turning to another station. If it’s Tuesday and they play two Zeppelin songs in a row, I’m listening to the news on WGN.
I beat the living shit out of “Led Zeppelin IV” throughout the Summer of 1979, but today I cringe when I hear a song from that album.
You will never see me eating tacos and listening to “Stairway to Heaven.”
Give me a hot dog and some Bob Seger or an Italian beef and a dose of Van Halen. I’ll take some gumbo and Louis Armstrong or a glass of bourbon and Miles Davis…
…but I’ll pass on the soft shell carne asada taco and “All of My Love.”
I sat down to write with a brain fart blocking any ideas this morning. Suddenly tacos and Jimmy Plant popped into my crawl space of a cranium. Today’s Chalkboard was terrific therapy for me. It was good to talk about ground beef and lettuce wrapped in a tortilla and a rock band from fifty-five years ago.
I hope all the taco lovers and Zeppelin fans have a gorgeous day today.
I’m thinking about a gyros and some Talking Heads might make Tuesday mo betta’ for me. Maybe even a bowl of chili and some Johnny Cash.
Just one week from today and Santa will be strapping up the sleigh. I’ll be looking up in the sky next Tuesday trying to see him. I hope the drones over New Jersey are gone by the time Saint Nick takes the reindeer for a ride.
Enjoy your taco today and always search for astonishment.
