Here we go again with another day in the life. How much longer can I go on like this? Only one way to find out, so keep ’em coming! And thanks for joining me.

We headed for the hills on the Friday group hike, mostly in search of some shade.

The world kept spinning around, and next thing I knew, it was time to fill those Friday evening hours. We hadn’t done an SOB in a while, so that was the plan. This week was at Queen Victoria, a venue we’d had an issue with previously. All local drinks are “free” at the SOB between six and eight p.m. (after paying the 750-peso entry fee). Last time, Queen Vic wouldn’t serve wine as a local drink, even after I said I’d pay the difference in price. I talked to the manager beforehand last night, and he agreed to serve the wine with me paying 50 pesos per glass (the regular price is 180 pesos). So, win-win.

On SOB nights, I arrive early to secure good seats, and Swan joins me shortly before the show starts. I got a little hungry while waiting, so I had the waitress bring me the menu for Shamboli’s Pizza, which is conveniently located across the street.

The SOB contest went pretty much as they all do. I was a judge again, and the team I judged to be the best was the champion this week.

I’ve always had my fill when the SOB ends, so we grabbed a trike for home. I still had room for a brownie à la mode.

So, why did I mention litter in the title of today’s post? It’s not like I’m obsessed with litter or anything, but I do tend to notice it. And yes, the streets of Alta Vista also contain discarded trash. On my way to the SOB, I saw these empty soft drink cartons on the curb.

Now, what’s interesting is you don’t see Barq’s or Dr. Pepper around much because they are not brewed locally like Coke and Pepsi products. I’ve seen the imported boxes like those pictured above for sale at Royal, but they are quite expensive. So, this likely isn’t construction worker litter. I would hope one of the well-to-do Alta Vista residents isn’t trashing the streets. Perhaps one of the stray dogs that roam our ‘hood pulled them out of a garbage can. Oh, well.

Now, indulge me while I yank some chains:

Okay, enough of that.

I’m up to June 2007 in the LTG archive deep dive. What’s interesting to me is that I didn’t post much back then when I had nothing of interest to say. I see your heads nodding at the thought of ‘those were the good ol’ days’. Anyway, I had a total of three posts in June that year. This post is the only one with a semblance of meaning. I was going through something, but I don’t say what. I suspect this is the time period when I discovered my marriage to wife #3 was coming to an end. She had promised to join me in Korea, and reneged on that vow. And no, I wasn’t willing to return to the USA, so I’m equally responsible for that failure.

Today’s YouTube video is a blast from the past, taking you back to what life was like in the Philippines in 1959.

And then there was this:

And there you have it. I’ll let you know what happens next tomorrow.

White Line Fever, a sickness born down deep inside my soul
White Line Fever, the years keep flying by like a high line pole
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I’ve put behind me
They continue to remind me how fast I’m growing old
Guess I’ll die with this fever in my soul