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Dave’s Gone By #743 (4/25/2020): LEWNY TUNES

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Here is the 743rd episode of the long-running radio show/podcast, Dave’s Gone By, which aired live on Facebook, Saturday, April 25, 2020. Info: davesgoneby.com.

Host: Dave Lefkowitz

Guests: musician Jeffrey Lewis, Dave’s wife Joyce

Featuring: Rabbi Sol Solomon interviews singer-songwriter Jeffrey Lewis and recites Shakespeare’s Sonnet #30; Inside Broadway; Greeley Crimes & Old Times; Colorado Limerick of the Damned (Cotopaxi); Wretched Pun of Destiny (eggs); Today Yesterday (April 25).

00:00:01 DAVE GOES IN w/ Joyce (buying oil, Sonnet-Thon
00:16:30 RABBI SOL SOLOMON’S RABBINICAL REFLECTION #161: Shakespeare’s Sonnet #30
00:22:00 DAVE GOES FURTHER IN (“working” during covid)
00:47:00 TODAY YESTERDAY (April 25)
01:14:00 GUEST: Rabbi Sol Solomon interviews Jeffrey Lewis
02:08:00 INSIDE BROADWAY
02:39:30 COLORADO LIMERICK OF THE DAMNED (Cotopaxi)
02:46:30 Friends of the Daverhood
02:58:00 GREELEY CRIMES & OLD TIMES
03:10:00 WRETCHED PUN OF DESTINY (eggs)
03:12:00 DAVE GOES OUT

April 25, 2020 Playlist: “Keeping Chill in the East Vill” (01:13:00) & “Bugs and Flowers” (02:03:00; Jeffrey Lewis). “Not a Day Goes By” (02:36:30; Bernadette Peters).

Jeffrey Lewis
Cotopaxi, CO
egg farm

Wretched Pun of Destiny #066: EGGS

Hiram was having much success with his egg farm, raising extra-large and jumbo eggs right from the ground. But one morning, he woke to find his crop all cracked, with half-cooked egg white and runny yolks all over the soil.

So he replanted the field, the eggs started growing, and all was fine until, again, one morning, all was cooked and cracked.

So he replanted a third time, and he told his oldest son, “I think I know what’s going on. Tonight we’ll hide in the fields and see for ourselves.”  

Hiram and Hiram Jr. did just that: hidden behind some bushes, they camped out overnight and watched the egg field. Just after midnight, three men stole into the field and, with giant canisters, began pouring boiling water all over the eggs. 

“Just as I suspected,” Hiram whispered to his son. “Poachers.”