Random Journal

Hey now! It’s Wednesday. It’s National Tax Day in the United States. The amazing story about Mr. Haiku is in the news, and it’s truly remarkable.

I’m often listening to the radio. WRICH 109.9 FM has 36 streams to keep you busy. A turn of the imaginary dial and it’s WOW 87.7 FM with 17 streams and some really great heavy metal mixed with some off-the-wall business news.

Top 5 Songs for April 15th, 2026:

1. “Mama, I’m Coming Home” by Ozzy Osbourne ‧ 1991.
2. “The Mob Rules” by Black Sabbath ‧ 1981.
3. “Knocking At Your Back Door” by Deep Purple ‧ 1984.
4. “Invaders” by Iron Maiden ‧ 1982.
5. “Blowin’ In the Wind” by Bob Dylan ‧ 1962.

After putting on the Bob Dylan record, I walk into my office and put the album away, thinking about how I never really studied Bob. I wasn’t schooled by the musician, but I often pretended to play the harmonica, drums, or whatever.

After listening to Club Surprise and more audio segments of the Technossance Magazine, I come across the Last, Last Laugh and listen to the final transmission again.

They said age would make him bitter, but Ray Whitehead proved them wrong.

At 117, with his white hair and long grey beard, Ray sat by the window and laughed — loud, deep, unstoppable laughter that shook his whole body. Nurses would come in worried, then leave smiling, asking what was so funny. He’d try to answer, pointing at nothing in particular, but the words never came — only more laughter.

Some said it was memory slipping. Others would say it was wisdom. Ray never explained. He just kept laughing and laughing, as if after all those years, he had finally figured something out — and it was too funny to put into words.