Did you get threatened with a frivolous lawsuit this weekend?

I did.

I also took a much-needed day off on Saturday and drove to Lynchburg, Virginia. Mainly because it was there. I don’t envision a repeat performance anytime in the near future, though, exciting as it may be to visit the place where Jerry Falwell died.

Lost Without Your Love
Jacqui Brooks, 1984.

I seem to be trapped in 1984 this week.

Random thoughts for a Monday evening:

• In case you thought Winston-Salem was some southern backwater, I offer the photo above as proof that it’s not. We’ve gotsyphillis prevention ads in Spansih on the backs our buses just like they have in the big city.
• Now that I’m a member of the American Library Association, I get email advertising things like discounts on microfilm scanners. And I find that vaguely exciting.

I’m sorry. I usually try for a minimum of three, but two’s all I’ve got tonight.

Together in Electric Dreams
Giorgio Moroder & Philip Oakley, 1984.