Timely Book Recommendations

Today is National Book Lover’s Day! Incidentally, it is totally a coincidence that I have a couple books to share with you. With all that’s going on this way, I haven’t really planned that much ahead. I recently finished two books that I really enjoyed and wanted to share with the other book lovers who follow my blog and often recommend books to me.

Nine Lives – Peter Swanson

Nine Lives is the second book I have read by Peter Swanson. The First was Eight Perfect Murders. I wrote about that one here:

I really enjoyed this book. Much like Eight Perfect Murders, the basic idea is what interested me. Here is the Goodreads synopsis:

Nine strangers receive a list with their names on it in the mail. Nothing else, just a list of names on a single sheet of paper. None of the nine people know or have ever met the others on the list. They dismiss it as junk mail, a fluke – until very, very bad things begin happening to people on the list. First, a well-liked old man is drowned on a beach in the small town of Kennewick, Maine. Then, a father is shot in the back while running through his quiet neighborhood in suburban Massachusetts. A frightening pattern is emerging, but what do these nine people have in common? Their professions range from oncology nurse to aspiring actor.

FBI agent Jessica Winslow, who is on the list herself, is determined to find out. Could there be some dark secret that binds them all together? Or is this the work of a murderous madman? As the mysterious sender stalks these nine strangers, they find themselves constantly looking over their shoulders, wondering who will be crossed off next….

The book itself was actually very good. I want to say so much about the story, but every thing I want to mention would be a spoiler, so I will just leave you with the above synopsis and hope that it peaked your interest as much as it did mine.

No Rest For The Dead – Various Authors

This book is one I got for one reason and one reason only – the amount of authors involved. Take a look at the cover. There are some really big authors involved in this book. Each wrote a chapter or two for the story.

Before I even opened it, I wondered just how this would flow. Then I began to wonder if they all got together in a room to decide the story line and who would write what. I mean, really, it is hard to write one entire book, but at least if you are in total control of it – you know where you are going with it. Did they write the ending first? Did each author read the pervious one’s chapter and write from there? I still don’t know.

What I can tell you was that it flowed pretty well. I never got the sense that a different author was writing this chapter or anything like that. As a bonus, the story was actually one that came together nicely.

Here is the Goodreads synopsis:

When Christopher Thomas, a curator at San Francisco’s Museum of Fine Arts, is murdered and his decaying body is found in an iron maiden in Berlin, his wife Rosemary Thomas is the prime suspect. Long suffering under Christopher’s unfaithful ways, Rosemary is tried, convicted and executed.

Ten years later, Jon Nunn, the detective who cracked the case, becomes convinced that the wrong person was put to death. Along with financier Tony Olsen, he plans to gather everyone who was there the night Christopher died and finally uncover the truth about what happened that fateful evening.

Could it have been the ne’er do well brother Peter Hausen, interested in his sister’s trust fund having got through his own; the curatorial assistant Justine Olengard, used and betrayed by Christopher; the artist Belle who turned down his advances only to see her career suffer a setback; or someone else all together? No Rest for the Dead is a thrilling, page-turning accomplishment that only the very best thriller writers could achieve.

Happy National Book Lover’s Day!

Gratitude and Laugh on Me

I would like to take a moment and thank each of you who commented, reached out via email, or texted me regarding my last blog. Your love and support means a lot to me and my family. Knowing that so many folks are thinking about us truly warms my heart. I will be sure to at least post an update when I can.

The Joke Was On Me – But The Water Wasn’t

Sam was asleep because she had worked the night before. I laid the kids down for a nap and jumped in the shower to get ready for work. I grabbed my cup and razor, filled the cup with hot water and put shaving cream on my head. I began shaving when the water pressure got suddenly low.

I started to question whether I had put clothes in the washer. Nope. Did I start the dishwasher? Nope. As I pondered these things, the water stopped completely.

I stood there waiting for a minute and no water ever came. At this point I growled a few choice words and shaved the remainder of my head (Thank goodness I had water in the cup to rinse my razor!). I got out of the shower mumbling and cursing. I knew that I could pack a bag and shower in one of the patient rooms at work, so I gathered up everything and tossed it in an overnight bag. I walked into the bedroom and told Sam we had no water and I didn’t know why.

Of course, I had a very good suspicion. I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and took all my stuff to the car. The construction workers were digging down the road and I figured they were responsible. As I began to walk down to them angrily, I saw a truck from the city driving down the road.

The passenger window was down and as they passed me, I shouted to the passenger, “What happened to my water!?” They stopped the truck, got out and said that the morons working on the street had once again hit a water line. They apologized and said they’d get right on it.

For the record, they have hit the gas lines three times and this is the fourth time they have hit a water line. We are once again under a “Boil water” advisory. I can only hope that this will be the last time we have issues, but the truth is, they are not even halfway done.

Now that I think about it, I should have went outside in a towel with shaving cream on my head to cuss those idiots out … but I like my neighbors, so I didn’t.

Sooner Than We Thought

We’ll be sending up a lot of prayers this week.

Andrew’s surgery was schedule to happen in late September. Sam woke up this afternoon saying that the ENT office had called and wanted us to call back as soon as we got the message. They had mentioned a while back that they may want to move the surgery up a little.

They hadn’t called back by the time I left for work today. Sam called me as I pulled in to tell me that they indeed had moved it up … a lot. She posted this earlier today:

Got a phone call today from Andrew’s surgeon that he went over recent testing Based on that, plus the increase in choking and aspiration, it was no longer safe to wait for surgery. So Thursday this sweet boy will go in for yet another surgery. This surgery is a big one, with a whole bunch of scary things. But we are going in with faith that this will be the surgery to fix his little throat completely!

We have no idea how long he will need to stay in the hospital. They informed us of the many possibilities that he/we could be facing. Very scary possibilities, indeed. However, we will be praying that all goes well and that he heals up quickly. This weekend will be very stressful.

If you wouldn’t mind sending some positive vibes, good wishes, or prayers our way, I’d appreciate it.

I Am Humbled

I was asked recently by Nancy at The Rhythm Section blog to write a musical piece for their “Be Our Guest feature. I picked a song that I may have written about on this blog mainly because I love it and it holds a special personal meaning. You can read the post here:

Obviously, this put my writing and my thoughts in front of some new readers. You always wonder just what they may think about your post. There were many positive comments, and one in particular left me feeling quite humble.

The comment came from Nick. His blog is: https://spirasc.wordpress.com/

“Keith, you obviously have the ability ( natural, I believe) to weave informative elements with storytelling; following the thread of your words becomes an action similar to the ritual of listening to a vinyl record.

It should not come as a surprise from someone who uses Nostalgic at his blog-o-sphere name … (Si, Nancy…Italian, also).

A most excellent opening for Be Our Guest.

Thank you for your kind words, Nick. They are much appreciated. Thank you, Nancy! I’m already working on my next tune for you.

It’s always neat to connect with bloggers who share your interests. Maybe they share yours. Be sure to check out both Nancy’s and Nick’s blogs and give them a follow if you wish.

Thank you again for reading.

Random (and cool) Act of Kindness

As you know, they are working on our street.  They are ripping up the water and sewer lines and working on a new water main before resurfacing the whole road.

This morning as I was cooking breakfast Sam took Andrew outside because Consumers Energy was out working on something.  They had two of their diggers out and Andrew is fascinated by the “Big trucks.”

As they stood watching, one of the workers walked up to Sam. She told him that Andrew loves watching and he asked if he’d like to sit in the digger. He said yes, and the man walked over and turned the machine off and put Andrew up in the cab of the digger.

He was in heaven! I guess he was loving being in there and then looked at Sam a bit scared and said, “All done.” He went back to Sam, who was kicking herself for leaving her phone in the house. She said it would have been such a cool picture.

The guy told Sam that when he was a kid, his dad took him to a building site or somewhere where there was construction going on. A man asked him if he’d like to get in the machine. When he said yes, he got a huge thrill. The man told Sam that it was a core memory that he will never forget. He said, whenever he sees a child watching them work, if he is able, he always tries to let them sit in one of the machines. He hopes that it will become a great memory for whoever sits in it.

Sam didn’t get the man’s name, but kudos to him for being such a nice guy and offering up a once in a lifetime memory for others. I wish I could extend my gratitude and let his bosses know what a great employee they have!

Book Thoughts

If you are watching a movie or a TV show, you can turn it off or walk out if you are done with it. In the same way, you can just stop reading a book. That doesn’t happen often for me, but I almost stopped reading both of them. Both of them just seemed slow to me.

That being said, it may have seemed slow because of my schedule change. I find myself not reading as many pages a day as I was. When I get home now, I usually go right to bed. If I do stay up and read it is usually a chapter and then I call it a night. So maybe the issue is that “I” was reading slower.

Both stories weren’t bad. They both had satisfying conclusions, one of them was a complete surprise. I thought I would write about them in case one of them (or both) peaked your interest.

The Dictionary of Lost Words

This is a fictional tale woven into historic events. It takes place during the time the Oxford English Dictionary was being compiled.

Here is the Goodreads Synopisis:

In 1901, the word ‘Bondmaid’ was discovered missing from the Oxford English Dictionary. This is the story of the girl who stole it.

Esme is born into a world of words. Motherless and irrepressibly curious, she spends her childhood in the ‘Scriptorium’, a garden shed in Oxford where her father and a team of dedicated lexicographers are collecting words for the very first Oxford English Dictionary. Esme’s place is beneath the sorting table, unseen and unheard. One day a slip of paper containing the word ‘bondmaid’ flutters to the floor. Esme rescues the slip and stashes it in an old wooden case that belongs to her friend, Lizzie, a young servant in the big house. Esme begins to collect other words from the Scriptorium that are misplaced, discarded or have been neglected by the dictionary men. They help her make sense of the world.

Over time, Esme realises that some words are considered more important than others, and that words and meanings relating to women’s experiences often go unrecorded. While she dedicates her life to the Oxford English Dictionary, secretly, she begins to collect words for another dictionary: The Dictionary of Lost Words.

Set when the women’s suffrage movement was at its height and the Great War loomed, The Dictionary of Lost Words reveals a lost narrative, hidden between the lines of a history written by men. It’s a delightful, lyrical and deeply thought-provoking celebration of words, and the power of language to shape the world and our experience of it.

One of the real people in the book is Dr. James Murray, who was one of the main people responsible for the Oxford English Dictionary. The book goes deep into the process of writing words on slips of paper with definitions and sentences with the word being used. You can see the slips in pigeon holes behind the real Dr. Murray below.

The fictional story of Esme is woven between real events and the historical timeline. I was amazed at how much time it took to put the dictionary together! It wasn’t a bad story, but it just wasn’t my normal read.

The Only Survivors

I was intrigued by the title of this book. I wasn’t sure if it was a mystery or a thriller. It was a story full of secrets.

Here is the Amazon Synopisis:

From the New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls and “master of suspense, Megan Miranda” (Mary Kubica, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl), a thrilling mystery about a group of former classmates who reunite to mark the tenth anniversary of a tragic accident—only to have one of the survivors disappear, casting fear and suspicion on the original tragedy.

Seven hours in the past. Seven days in the present. Seven survivors remaining. Who would you save?

A decade ago, two vans filled with high school seniors on a school service trip crashed into a Tennessee ravine—a tragedy that claimed the lives of multiple classmates and teachers. The nine students who managed to escape the river that night were irrevocably changed. A year later, after one of the survivors dies by suicide on the anniversary of the crash, the rest of them make a pact: to come together each year to commemorate that terrible night.

To keep one another safe.
To hold one another accountable.
Or both.


Their annual meeting place, a house on the Outer Banks, has long been a refuge. But by the tenth anniversary, Cassidy Bent has worked to distance herself from the tragedy and from the other survivors. She’s changed her mobile number. She’s blocked the others’ email addresses. This year, she is determined to finally break ties once and for all. But on the day of the reunion, she receives a text with an obituary attached: another survivor is gone. Now they are seven—and Cassidy finds herself hurling back toward the group, wild with grief—and suspicion.

Almost immediately, something feels off this year. Cassidy is the first to notice when Amaya, the annual organizer, slips away, overwhelmed. This wouldn’t raise alarm except for the impending storm. Suddenly, they’re facing the threat of closed roads and surging waters…again. Then Amaya stops responding to her phone. After all they’ve been through, she wouldn’t willfully make them worry. Would she?

And—as they promised long ago—each survivor will do whatever he or she can do to save one another. Won’t they?

This book moves between the present and the past and how they all tie in together. As the story progresses, you get bits and pieces of the story and get a sense of the distrust that the survivors have for each other. I found myself suspecting that each of them were hiding things from each other. There were plenty of twists and an ending that was a complete surprise.

I’d love to hear your book thoughts. What are you reading? Did you read either of these? What can you recommend to me?

Happy Birthday, Louis

Today is the 122nd birthday of a jazz legend – Louis “Satchmo” “Pops” “Satch” Armstrong.

A unique voice and a amazing trumpet player, he is synonymous with jazz. Nothing I could write about him would do any justice to his life and legacy, so I thought I would just share a few of my favorite Louis Armstrong songs with you.

I’ve always loved A Kiss to Build a Dream On, but Louis’ version is my favorite.

Another favorite by Louis was actually one that I played at one of the last weddings I DJ’d. I was surprised that they actually asked for his version. La Vie En Rose.

How could I not mention his Grammy winning performance of Hello, Dolly! This song knocked the Beatles out of the number one spot on the charts (a spot they had held with three consecutive songs for 14 weeks!)

His collaborations with the great Ella Fitzgerald are classics. My favorite is from the show Porgy and Bess – Summertime. Both were great scat singers

Yes, it’s out of season, but I LOVE Louis’ version of Winter Wonderland

How could I not include a song that I believe belongs to Louis? NO ONE, in my humble opinion, could ever do it the same justice as he did. The emotion expressed, the beautiful arrangement, and those amazing lyrics – What A Wonderful World.

Here is a version not many are familiar with. Listen to “Pops” Armstrong’s vocal introduction to the song…

Happy Birthday, Satchmo!

Cartoon Moment and The Life Lesson

One of the first things I do when I get up is look back at Facebook Memories. I didn’t need it to know that today is the birth anniversary of my high school band director, my mentor, and friend Tom Shaner.

He passed away before Christmas in 2020. I wrote an emotional blog about him here:

The memory that came up with a montage of photos read:

Remembering one of the best on his birthday. He was probably one of the most important role models, mentors, and friends I have ever had. What a blessing it was to remain friends long after high school. I miss our telephone chats and email exchanges. Every time I hear a bad pun or long joke with a bad punch line, I always think, “TS would have loved this joke!” Whenever I see an old Far Side cartoon, I wonder if it might have been one that he ripped off his wall calendar and put in my mailbox while at school. There are so many wonderful memories of our friendship. I miss him a lot. Happy heavenly birthday, Tom.

I shared the memory again, along with the picture montage. I used to call him on his birthday every year. I’d always ask how old he was and he would always swap numbers. If he was 75, he’d tell me he was 57. I always enjoyed our chats.

Shortly after I posted the memory, the kids and I were sitting out in the living room and Bluey was on Disney Plus. One of my favorite episodes was on – Camping.

In the episode they are camping and Bluey meets a friend. They play together for a few days and have loads of fun, despite a language barrier (Jean Luc is French). They pretend that Bluey’s dad is a wild pig and they plan to catch it (you’ll see why I mention that shortly). One morning Bluey goes to find Jean Luc to play, but he and his family have gone home. Bluey goes around to all the various places they played at to look for him, but she cannot find him. When her mom (Chilli) tells her she saw them leave, she is sad to hear that they have gone.

She asks her mom why he had to go. The following exchange occurs:

Bluey : Why did Jean-Luc had to go?

Chilli : Their holiday was over, Honey.

Bluey : But I want to keep playing with him! He was my friend!

Chilli : Well look sometimes special people come into our lives, stay for a bit. Then they have to go.

Bluey : But that’s sad!

Chilli : It is! But the bit where they were here was happy, wasn’t it?

Bluey : Yea, we caught a wild pig together!

Chilli : Maybe that makes it all worth it?

Bluey : Will I ever see him again?

Chilli : Well, we’ll never know. The world is magical place!

This above exchange took on a whole new meaning when I thought of my friend.

Chilli : Well look sometimes special people come into our lives, stay for a bit. Then they have to go.

Bluey : But that’s sad!

Chilli : It is! But the bit where they were here was happy, wasn’t it?

I asked myself that question. Yes, the bit when he was here certainly was happy. It was certainly a time of music, laughter, fun, and friendship.

It’s funny how a cartoon exchange can offer a simple life lesson – one very much like the life lessons Tom shared with so many of us.

While we might be sad that some loved ones are no longer with us, may we always remember the happy bit of time we shared with them.

All It Needs Now is a Coat of Paint

Once again, I am forever grateful for the handyman skills of my father-in-law. Whenever there is some sort of project that Sam (or I) want to do, he is able to see the finished product in his head. Nothing is impossible and even though there always seems to be a hiccup or two, the project always turns out fantastic.

Recently, we decided to lay down new deck boards on our side porch. We also put up new columns, as the old ones were dry rotted. It’s been a project, but the hard part is finally complete. I know I have shared some of the before pictures….

The missing post in the above picture is what led to the rest.

Then we had issues with the boards. Ours had no groove in the middle, so we had to make adjustments.

New posts went up first and some of the deck board, but there was much more to do.

The above is where we left off a week or so ago. These boards, while not in the best shape, were going to take some work to get up. Despite having some minor surgery earlier in the week, and me telling him we could wait another week, my father-in-law said he was coming over Sunday to work on the porch.

So, on Sunday morning, I brought out all of the tools we needed for the day. I had the air compressor, nail gun, impact drill, hammers, pry bars, table saws, jigsaws, miter saws, and another bag of various tools ready to go. He was there at 10am sharp and we got right to work.

The first thing we did was start laying boards where we left off. We worked right up to where the post was and then ripped the rest of the old boards out. Around the posts we had to cut notches so the boards would fit. We did some creative cuts when we got to the end and against the house. Then we had to go to the other end and finish a couple boards there.

Once the deck boards all down and in place, my father in law took some excess wood and made some decorative boots for around the tops and bottoms of the posts. I learned that my table saw can be adjusted to cut at a 45 degree angle! Who knew!?

I thought the boots looked very cool on the posts.

All I need to do now is paint the posts and figure out whether or not to stain or paint the deck boards. The finished product…

It was a long day. I spent a lot of time bending over and on my knees. My back and knees are a bit sore today. It was worth it … and the countless ibuprofen pills I have been popping all day!

Thanks again for your help, Dad!

Thank You For Being A Friend

Last night Sam and I headed down to Royal Oak to watch The Golden Girls – The Laughs Continue. It had been too long since we had a date night and this was the perfect solution. As I mentioned in a previous blog, we heard that the show was a bit more … “adult.” It was, and in between the raunchiness, there were times I laughed out loud.

Before I go on, I mentioned that Sam was teasing me about “costumes” that we were going to wear to the show. Thankfully, I did not have to don a dress or a wig. She bought us T-shirts (mine was a bit snug).

When we left the parking garage and walked to the theater, there was a line all the way around the building! I had no idea that there were so many Golden Girls fans. It was crazy. The show was for 18 and older, and it was obvious that all ages were represented.

When we walked in there was a guy snapping photos in front of pictures of the actors. It made the process quick and easy.

I had no idea how good our seats were. I purchased them online and thought they would be further back from the stage than they were. They ended up being pretty good seats. Once the lights went down they began the Golden Girls Theme Song and the entire audience sang along. Then the stage lights came up and the played one of those little “scene change” musical snippets from the show and the actor who played Dorothy walked on stage.

Keep in mind that all the characters were played by men in drag. The thing that blew me away from the get go was that this guy actually sounded like Bea Arthur!! Actually, all the guys sounded just like the characters they played. The voices and the mannerisms were dead on, especially they guy who played Blanche. They were so good, I forgot they were guys.

I won’t go into the plot or anything, but I will say that it was a bit raunchier than I expected. I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. My co-worker who took his wife the night before told me that there were some elderly ladies sitting in front of them and his wife was embarrassed for them. During intermission, I was in the rest room and a guy in a stall behind me was talking about how “inappropriate” some of the dialogue was and how they “didn’t have to take it that far.”

That said, there were many times I truly belly laughed. I’ve always been amazed at the work that goes into a play. Quick costume changes, scene changes, and all the lines that they have to memorize. These guys were very good.

One thing I really enjoyed were the little subtle nods to Broadway shows and the actresses and the shows they were in. There was an obscure reference to Mame, which Bea Arthur appeared in on Broadway with Angela Lansbury, which only a few people got. Rose, the Betty White character at one point says she had a weird dream that she was on The Mary Tyler Moore Show (she was). Later, while Sophia is talking about some rap singer, Blanche says something about being in the “3-1-3” (Detroit’s area code) and how she should be talking about Eminem!

Another thing I loved was how many times the actors broke the fourth wall. Nodding to the audience or acknowledging the audience or pointing to an audience member – you know, things that aren’t in the script, but make you know they know you are there. My favorite instance of this was when the Sophia character tells Rose (Betty White) that she KNEW that she was going to outlive all of them. The audience roared at this and each of the actors looked at the audience pointed upward and paid homage to Betty White. It was pretty cool.

The play never felt like it was dragging on. It was about a two hour show and a fun night out for Sam and me. We drove home afterward and decided we were hungry. (There were a lot of times cheesecake was mentioned in the play.) I won’t lie, I was amazed at home many places were closed by 10 on a Friday night. There were places that were open until midnight, but the kitchen closed at 11. It would be closed by the time we got there. So we decided on a stop at Taco Bell.

On the way home, Sam asked me something that really made me realize how much our lives have changed since having the kids. She said, “Can we go home, sit on the couch, eat our nachos and watch something that IS NOT a kid’s show!?” That hit me hard. Before kids, we spent so much time watching TV together on the couch. Now it seems that the TV only plays kid shows.

She found the very first episode of House, M.D. with Hugh Laurie. We sat snuggled up together eating and watched it together. Afterward, we called it a night and went to bed. It really was a perfect night.

As a bonus, because the kids stayed at Nana’s, we got up and had coffee together. We sat on the porch and enjoyed the quiet time and cool weather. Then Sam reminded me of the cheesecake mentions in the play and how a slice would be perfect for breakfast. I wasn’t about to argue, so I ran up to the grocery store and bought one! It was delicious and a sweet way to wrap up an amazing day/night with my wife!