Tag: Car Stereo Installation

Cloister Commentary, Day 117: I Can’t Live Without My Stereo

I would love to have left completely intact the 2003 Chevy Silverado I inherited from my father, but I cannot survive vehicularly with an AM/FM radio only. I just can’t. Thus, I had Tom at Auto Radio here in Columbia install a much more enhanced stereo in it and replace the factory speakers, which were about to turn to dust (Tom showed me). I selected the following discs to test the new system, adjust my EQ, and just cruise: Sonny Rollins’ Saxophone Colossus, Clipse’s Hell Hath No Fury, Al Green’s Call Me, Nighthawk Records’ Send I A Lion, and Johnny Thunders’ So Alone. By the way, big thumbs up to Auto Radio.

We had Louis in the dog hotel for our recent excursion to see my mom, and left him in an extra day to facilitate pure feline party pleasure. Our youngster Junior is really learning to enjoy being a lap cat, and now seems to like having his head, ears, and chin scratched. Now, if he’ll just rein back his tongue when he meows! He extends it fully in the process, which creates an incredibly grating whine.

Nicole and I finished Hulu’s The Great. If anything, it was too short. Bosch brought into the Streaming Age; also, many, many other parallels are evident.

Streaming for Strivers:

Do it for Johnny, man.

Cloister Commentary, Day 101: Wavelengths

Opened the day with a wonderful conversation with Mom’s neighbors Ronnie and Missy Williams. Ronnie was the first friend I made when I moved to Monett in 1980, occupied our new house until my family could join me, and started a summer factory job. For about a week, all I had was a mattress, a blanket, a pillow, some clothes and a diddy bag, a jam box, and Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes’ Hearts of Stone 8-track (?). Ronnie quickly acted as a conduit between me and some Monettians around my age, and I’ve always been grateful. Ronnie’s going to keep Mom’s lawn mowed and Missy’s going to offer herself as a resource, since she checks in on other women in the neighborhood who’ve lost their husbands.

Afterwards, I cleaned out, vacuumed, washed and waxed Dad’s truck. Apparently no one in Monett installs car stereos, so I will be leaning on the ol’ FM wavelengths for a bit. Gotta have a CD player in any vehicle o’ mine.

Our friends in Monett have supported us with great grub in eye-popping fashion over the past week, but God almighty it has been great to return to Overeem/Volker home cooking! Jane has always been a sharp chef, and we enjoyed her Panko-and-Parmesan crusted chicken breasts and olive-oiled and rosemary’d lil’ taters Saturday night and garlic buttered shrimp last night. I may also have set a personal record by devouring three helpings of lettuce salad on the former eve.

I Zoomed in the afternoon with the Nicole – Heather – Jill Power Trio. At the moment of its convening, I really needed the connection; I haven’t been able to start processing past events with any regularity, and I was feeling a mite unsteady. The Zoomversation gave me a lift.

Closing out the day, Mom watched her Sunday PBS regular shows, and I read and listened to Bob Dylan and the band. Hoping for the best for both of us and my brother this week.

Streaming for Sustainers:

“Don’t believe what you’ve heard / ‘Faithful”s not a bad word.”