He's been thinking about adding a side bar for some time. The two pictures chopped from the Sole Proprietor's logo don't seem to work with the photographs and layout of the journal entry. They're distracting. Too many photographs jumbled together, but he'll leave it for a while to see if it grows. Or goes. You need to have time to play with the layout and graphics every now and then. This come home, write the journal, "has he taken any photographs with the digital camera today?", "does he have anything recent that's available on film?" doesn't leave time for experiments. The Sole Proprietor needs his experiments.

The Sole Proprietor is going to get his $10 lunches in Oakland into a little better shape. He'll add some obvious ones and then see if he can't go through the list of restaurants he and his anarchist friends visit every day for lunch and add them to the group one at a time. Same with the "Photographs of the Week". Maybe the "Photographs of the Week" will end up being the photographs he runs with the daily journal entries, but he liked the original idea and will continue if he has the time.

So, here he sits listening to KFOG, the radio station for old hippies. Back when he listened to these same people on the old KSAN it was his world's source of news and sustenance. He didn't even own a television set. All things came over the wire and lately he's been thinking about going back to that model. He doesn't listen to music anymore. His main worry is that there's some little switch in the brain, some chemical set of hormones that turns off the music at a certain age. The Sole Proprietor has some history with music. It has been an important element in the lives of his family and friends for a very long time. What happened? He'd better go back and retrace his tracks. Doesn't matter what kind of music, just as long as its music that stirs the heart and moves the blood a little faster through the day.

Another day. He got up early and did his food shopping at the local Lucky's. No real crowds. Something for breakfast and dinner tomorrow that's easy but nice. One or two items, cheese mostly, that he never eats during the year but brings back recollections of Christmases past so he'll put them on the table. Go through some of the old records and play things he hasn't played for a while. He has a lot of old rock and roll from the sixties and seventies, maybe 800 albums from that time. But he has other music as well, music from even younger days.

He used to listen to a lot of opera and operetta. He can listen to Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddy without cringing (Yes, he knows. Never admit to such terrible things, even under duress, but this is Christmas Eve and its hard to lie.). He likes the blues. He has a bunch of show music he's not able to listen to any more, but there's some current stuff happening, maybe he can find something there. He wonders, though. His father never played music that the Sole Proprietor can remember, although he had a number of 78's from the big band period and liked Benny Goodman a lot. Might that be the Sole Proprietor's fate? A lot of old records that are never played?