Three Songs for Buddy Holly on The 85th Anniversary of His Birth

Personally, I don't find it makes sense to say "Happy 85th Birthday" to the eternally young man who never made it to his 23rd... So I chose this rather long and awkward title instead. But like I always say, I'm not the average fan. Buddy Holly, Waterloo, IA. Summer, 1958. Buddy Holly was certainly not…

Searchin’ For The 50’s: Extinct Candies of the 1950s

Welcome to “Searchin’ For The 50’s!” I was inspired to do this segment when I was reviewing some of the things people were searching for that sent them to my blog. While some of the search terms sent them to a post with the exact information they were seeking, I realized that not every search…

RIP Don Everly

I spent the entire night coughing and tossing and turning, sick with a low-grade fever. At around 9:30 in the morning I got up, unable to stand laying in bed anymore. I gave up on sleep. I had a message on Instagram from Sherry, a music preservationist and friend of mine. Don Everly had died.…

The Case of The Mysterious Key

Hi folks. It's been a while since I posted a mystery. The last one was way back at the beginning of the year in January, and is known as The Case of The Missing Pennant. This, however, is The Case of The Mysterious Key. And it goes something like this: My family and I moved…

Good Music, Bad Choices: A Pandemic in Plymouth

Warning: Personal opinions and strong language. When we got to Plymouth, it took no time at all for my Dad and his brother to plan evenings out for two musical events. A great idea, except that we're in the middle of a pandemic, and no one in Plymouth is wearing a mask. Just about no…

Happy Left Handers Day from Retro Dee

Hello folks it's Retro Dee and this week I'd like to wish y'all a Happy Left Handers Day. The very fact that I know when Left Handers Day is (August 13th) probably has you surmising that I am, indeed, left handed. This year Left Handers Day falls on a Friday, which makes it Friday the…

Saved By The Oldies: Why I Hate Grunge

Hi there folks. Here's a story from my first week in Plymouth. My Mom, Aunt and I were looking for somewhere to stop for lunch before shopping on Main Street. I picked a bar and grill (which shall remain nameless). At first glance, it looked like a perfectly nice place to have lunch. But let's…