Not dead yet.

Not me, or Ron, or Rick Springfield. What a great guy and what a great show. Cheers to a guy who taught millions of teenaged Americans a new word: moot. When your town is ravaged by a storm, one that looks just like Godzilla waded through it with a staggering hangover, and you don't have power in the summer in Memphis, then you head off to the casinos of Tunica for some relief. Formerly named Sugarditch, it was once one of the most impoverished areas in the nation, giving third-world desolation a run for its money. But now, it's free drinks, free concerts, and freewill to lose as much money you want in all the recirculated (yet frosty cold) comfort you'll need to survive.

I'll post unfortunate yet interesting pictures of the storm after I dig out from postponed errands and more fun junk. But for now, I wish that I had Jessie's girl, too.