Somebody though it wold be a good idea to have fireworks that went on for what seemed like hours at about two o’clock this morning. The dogs did not concur, which of course meant that there would be no sleep for me last night. My guess is that today is “Dolphy Day” at Lemoyne College (fun fact: although Lemoyne’s mascot is a dolphin, Dolphy Day has nothing to do with it – it’s named for Jazz great Eric Dolphy), the start of which is kept a secret until it starts in the middle of the night with fireworks, ushering in a day of drunken revelry and the skipping of classes. Or the cancellation of classes, since the school’s administration long ago realized that if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, and turned the unofficial “holiday” into an official one. Say what you want about the Jesuits, they’re usually pretty smart (and not opposed to a good party). I’m not opposed to a good party myself, but I’m pretty sick and frickin’ tired of the damn fireworks in the middle of the night. Some of us have to go to work in the morning.

Folks are all up in arms in these parts due to the fact that all the “good” tickets were pre-sold for the upcoming Rush concert in September. I know what you’re thinking: why would people want to see Rush Limbaugh in concert? No, it’s not that Rush, but the Canadian three-man rock and roll band. And, yes, apparently they are still alive. There will be an awful lot of geezers in the fairgrounds grandstands in September, that’s for sure. As for me, I saw Rush about 30 years ago (as I recall, Molly Hatchet was the warm-up band, but I could be wrong, ‘cuz I may have been just a little wasted at the time), and that was pretty much enough to tide me over for the rest of my life. I do like the line from “Tom Sawyer” that goes, “no his mind is not for rent to any god or government,” though.

That’s how I know they have nothing to do with Limbaugh, whose mind (and the minds of his followers, such as they are) is most certainly for rent, sale, or long-term lease.

Speaking of rush, I reckon I ought to, ‘cuz it’s about that time.