This evening I surfaced from the basement after my workout.

For those of you keeping score…I did 40 minutes on the elliptical and another 15 minutes on the stationary bike.  It was a good workout.

I recently acquired a couple of dvd treasures.  Justin Hayward (the Voice of The Moody Blues) has a new live album and accompanying dvd of a live show he did last August in Atlanta.  I have watched it all.  And I also acquired the complete series of Hill Street Blues.  The cop show ran on NBC from 1981 to 1987.  I call it my favorite TV show of all time because it is.

I never thought I would get to see the Hill Street collection.  After 27 years, there are some things one tends to give up on.

I watch DVDs as I exercise.

I meandered into the kitchen, my sweaty self, after my downstairs workout.

My dear wife, Carrie, was putting dinner together in the kitchen.  I murmured a few words and she asked me what I was saying. I told her it was nothing.  Then, I thought twice about it being nothing.  It was something I had thought about all day.

I spoke up.

I looked at the clock on the stove.

I proceeded to tell Carrie it was about 17 years to the day I talked to a friend of mine on the telephone.

I don’t remember what we talked about seventeen years ago.  I do, however, remember exactly how our conversation ended.  Just like every other one had ended for about four years.

It ended like this:

Corner King:  Later on, Brother.

Me:  Later on, now!

That is how our conversation ended.  I heard it in my head all day today.

I was on the phone today with Pete Rutherford and left a message with Kelly Samons.  Our fourth, Gus Stephenson is up for the date we set.  We are trying to figure on when we can play the Corner King Classic.

I mentioned in a previous post that I am soon to be playing in a golf tournament called The Corner King Classic.

We started the Corner King Classic in 2000.  We have gotten together and played this match annually ever since.

That phone exchanged  between me and Malcolm Todd “Corner King” Lincoln, Sr. was last time I talked to my dear friend.  He died the next day.  I am still heartbroken.  He has a son, Malcolm, Jr.  He is a senior in high school.  The Corner King would be proud of him.

And so it goes.  I hope I win my third consecutive Corner King Classic this year.

The last outing the Corner King and I had together was going to a Moody Blues concert in Ft. Wayne on June 15th seventeen years ago.

Speaking the rights…like I know the Corner King would want it.

Danny Johnson