Hey, Ron:

Funny choice of words, "mundane." Many years ago, I was booked to do a concert at a folk club at Rennselaer Polytech in New York State. The poster that they did took a quote from Sally Rogers about my music.. as accurately as I can remember it: "Jerry captures the mundane and creates a beautiful gem of a song from it." It was a nice compliment, but in it's context, I thought it was very funny.
My direct competition that night (a free program) was Dr. Ruth, talking about sex. I pictured this beer bellyied guy in a torn undershirt with flies buzzing around his head, and his wife calling to him from the other room "Honey, let's go out tonight: We can go hear Dr. Ruth talking about sex or some guy I never heard of who captures the mundane."

Dr. Livingston, I presume. In search of the mundane.

We've had an extremely dry summer up here. For the first time that I can ever remember, some of the tips on our evergreen shrubs have turned brown and died. My lawn looks like a battlefield... dark brown, with endless potholes where I've pulled up the crab grass that took over a couple of moths ago. Every time I sneeze, another cup full of dirt is blown away. We've had rain the last two days. Enough to wet your whiskers if you's got a light enough beard.

After tonight, there's only a modest chance of showers for the next ten days. We'll be lucky if we get enough to settle the dust.

"This dusty old dust is a getting me down."

Jerry