Peter Pays Tribute to His Majestic Indifference, Reginald the Aloof

I want to wish a very happy birthday to my little buddy Reg the Cat, 12 years old today. Reg’s mother Jane was my cat at the time Reg was born, so the first time I saw him on the floor of my room, he was 10 hours old. He looked like a furry squeeze of grey toothpaste and could fit in the palm of my hand. His legs and tail were stumpy and he had a great big head. I had named Jane after Jane Stewart, the minister in charge of my department. Reg was named for Reg Alcock, the president of the Treasury Board, in a shameless and ultimately futile attempt to get a better raise for myself.

JAIMIE VERNON – K-TEL’S SHINING STARS

I’ve run out of epitaphs. The battlefield of pop continues to accumulate bodies. During this past week we were reminded of the passing of Karen Carpenter (33 years ago) and the officially recognized Day the Music Died (really? Then what have we been listening to in the intervening 57 years?).