Chuck Berry, who some (Chuck?) say invented rock and roll, dead at 90.
His voice, along with those of Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Presley, was in my head in the 1950's when I was a high school student.
His bizarre "duck walk", which became a trademark, evolved from an accident where he fell while playing.
Troubles with the law led to several terms in reform school and prison.
He was emblematic of the times and the trade he took up.
But it didn't stop him from writing and performing some of the great songs we all grew up with.
And this morning we learn of the death of Jimmy Breslin at 88.
A consumate newspaper reporter for decades in New York City, Jimmy told the stories of the common man so well he won a Pulitzer Prize.
A cigar-chomping, hard drinking "ink stained wretch" of the newspaper business with a knack for finding and telling a story.
Who else would think to interview the man who dug the grave for John F. Kennedy?
We'll miss them.
For the second part of my post, take a look at what Chef Judy, aka SWMBO, created for the evening meal yesterday.
It's a deconstructed (or Inside-Out) Vietnamese Spring Roll.
Shrimp, rice vermicelli, carrots, peppers, peanuts, mint leaves.
Topped with a spicy peanut sauce (unshown) it was delicious.
I know.
I'm a lucky man.
