And now for my random thought of the day…

When I was younger (read: last year), I had a secret yearning to be black. I just didn’t think it was fair that just because I was born into a bland, washed-out skin color I couldn’t lay claim to the blues. I mean--I love the blues. Robert Johnson, Taj Mahal, BB King…everyone! The only thing I found comfort in is that we have Dylan. Truth be told, I’d take Dylan and his inability to sing on key over the soothing voice of Albert King anyday. Thank God I'm a Jewess whitey.