Ramblin' with Roger

The 1985 Top 100 #1s

White Nights

The Billboard 1985 Top 100 #1s is largely familiar to me. Oh, check out Arthur’s take on the songs of that year.

Say You, Say Me—Lionel Richie (Motown), #1 for four weeks, gold record. The song was featured in the 1985 film White Nights, directed by Taylor Hackford and starring Mikhail Baryshnikov and Gregory Hines, which I saw at the time. Incidentally, that was the year Mikhail Gorbachev became the Soviet leader.

We Are The World – USA for Africa (Columbia), #1 for four weeks, quadruple platinum record. Written by Lionel Richie and Michael Jackson, and famously produced by Quincy Jones. I think I watched the video so often that I could tell you who soloed when. I know how Dan Aykroyd, the first guy alphabetically on the session, got there. But I never bought the single; I bought the ALBUM.

Careless Whisper – Wham! featuring George Michael (Columbia), #1 for three weeks, platinum record

Can’t Fight This Feeling – REO Speedwagon (Epic),#1 for three weeks, gold record

Money For Nothing – Dire Straits (Warner), #1 for three weeks

Shout – Tears For Fears (Mercury), #1 for three weeks, gold record

Two weeks at the top

Broken Wings – Mr. Mister (RCA)

I Want To Know What Love Is – Foreigner (Atlantic), gold record. Okay, I own it on an album: I LOVE this song. It’s a sappy video, but the choir is great.

The Power Of Love – Huey Lewis and the News (Chrysalis), gold record. Obviously, per the video, from the movie Back To The Future, which I saw at the time.

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears for Fears (Mercury). I love the beat, which is described as a shuffle; it has a strolling element. And it’s an antiwar song.

We Built This City – Starship (Grunt), gold record. When John Hebert, Tom Skulan, and I wrote a parody comic book called Sold Out, it referenced this song with the lyrics, “We bilked this city on black and whites.” It is a well-hated song, and I’m not a fan.

St. Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion) – John Parr (Atlantic). I’ve never seen that movie.

Everything She Wants – Wham! (Columbia), gold record

Heaven – Bryan Adams (A&M)

A View To A Kill – Duran Duran (Capitol). I’ve never seen this James Bond film.

One More Night – Phil Collins (Atlantic), gold record

The rest are one week at #1

Separate Lives – Phil Collins and Marilyn Martin (Atlantic). Also from the movie White Nights.

Crazy For You – Madonna (Geffen), gold record. It’s on the soundtrack for a movie called Vision Quest, which I’m not familiar with.

Every Time You Go Away – Paul Young (Columbia), gold record. My favorite song on the list, better than the Hall and Oates original

Don’t You Forget About Me – Simple Minds (A&M). This is on the soundtrack to The Breakfast Club, a film I’ve never seen.

Part Time Lover – Stevie Wonder (Tamla)

Take On Me – a-ha (Warner)

Saving All My Love – Whitney Houston (Arista), gold record. From her debut album.

Miami Vice theme – Jon Hammer (MCA), instrumental. A great theme for a TV show I watched for a couple of seasons.

Sussudio -Phil Collins (Atlantic), gold record. Meh.

Oh Sheila – Ready For The World (MCA). I don’t remember this song!

I can’t get a COVID shot, can I?

I want my COVID shot!

I can’t get a COVID shot, can I? Well, not yet. From MedPage Today: Getting a COVID Shot Just Became Much More Difficult. Here’s why. State statutes and clashing recommendations create challenges for pharmacists and patients.

LA Times: “In recent years, the federal government’s recommendation for COVID vaccines was simple: Everyone age 6 months and up should get an updated shot in the fall.

“This year, however, under the leadership of the vaccine skeptic HHS Secretary RFK Jr…” – who got grilled yesterday at a Senate hearing – “the FDA only ‘approved’ the updated vaccines for people age 65 and up, as well as younger people with at least one health condition that puts them at high risk for severe COVID should they get infected.” He picked seven new members for the CDC’s vaccine panel this week, at least five of whom are vaccine skeptics.

After reading this article in the New York Times, “CVS and Walgreens Clamp Down on COVID-19 Vaccines in Many States,” I sighed. How has this regime managed to screw up something that was working?

The subhead: “State laws and regulatory chaos are driving the country’s largest pharmacy chains to require prescriptions or hold back altogether unless a C.D.C. panel acts.”

The Times Union notes that with the new FDA ruling and CDC panel upheaval, it’s ‘purgatory’ for COVID-19 vaccines.

I want my COVID shot!

I went to the CVS portal. It notes, “In patients aged 65 years and older selecting Moderna pharmacy stores, mNEXSPIKE (COVID-19 Vaccine, mRNA) will be administered.” Ooo, I’m over 65!

But the site indicates: “Vaccine(s) unavailable. Due to state restrictions or inventory, we’re unable to schedule your vaccine(s). Update your selection(s) or try a new location.” I was in Massachusetts last weekend, dropping off the daughter, but I can’t get one there at all.

My county health department’s page indicates they give COVID shots! Let’s try that! Well, not yet; the county hasn’t gotten its supply and may not until early October.

Wait! I just learned that New York Governor Kathy Hochul plans to sign an executive order allowing pharmacists to prescribe and administer the COVID-19 vaccine.

Let me be clear. I think the new COVID policies for those under 65 are… what’s that medical term? Oh, yeah, stupid. For instance, a vaccine is “approved for kids 6 months to 4 years with a high-risk condition.” But as Celine Goundar, CBS News medical contributor and the editor at large for public health at KFF Health News, noted, being under two definitely makes babies more vulnerable to disease.

I want my COVID shot!

I wrote A LOT about COVID on this blog, most recently in March 2025. My first COVID shot was on March 2nd, 2021, at the CVS on Central Ave, and my second shot three weeks later. This allowed me to have lunch with three of my oldest friends.

Subsequently, I’ve gotten three or four shots at various CVS locations. (Hmm, the CVS locations on Central, Madison, and Western in Albany, where I have gotten the vaccines, have all closed. Is this somehow my fault?)

My family contracted COVID-19 in August 2022, but it was relatively mild. One of my wife’s colleagues got COVID in late August 2025, so it’s still out there. The CDC noted: “As of August 26, 2025, we estimate that COVID-19 infections are growing or likely growing in 31 states, declining or likely declining in 4 states, and not changing in 12 states.”

I’m getting a flu shot this week at a CVS, thank you very much.

Entities are developing workarounds. Again from MedPage Today:

Amid the Chaos, Medical Community Pieces Together Replacements for CDC’s Lost Work— But outside efforts don’t have the framework that has underpinned the public health system.

Oregon, Washington, and California formed a health care alliance to protect vaccine access. But none of this should have been necessary.

Slavery?

In non-COVID news, from the BBC: “Florida is aiming to become the first US state to cancel all of its vaccine mandates, many of which require children to get jabs against diseases like polio to attend public schools. The state’s top health official, Florida Surgeon General Joseph Ladapo, likened the mandates to ‘slavery’ in announcing the plans. ‘Who am I to tell you what your child should put in your body?’ he said. ‘I don’t have that right. Your body is a gift from God.'”

Ah, God will provide. “In Florida, students are currently required to be vaccinated against multiple illnesses, including chicken pox, hepatitis B, measles, mumps, and polio.”

As I mentioned on Facebook, there’s a certain irony that while discussions about actual slavery are either discouraged or portrayed as relatively benign – see Florida governor Ron DeSantis in 2023 – the opportunity for children to get polio (Bring Back the Iron Lung!) is seen as “freedom.”

Being a remote business librarian

SYSOP

After I wrote about taking airplane trips, many of which were made possible by my job, I never really explained how being a remote business librarian at the New York Small Business Development Center worked.

The NY SBDC, as is true of the SBDCs around the country, offers free and confidential business advisement, from helping develop business plans to more complex operations.

Our SBDC had a part-time librarian who started in 1991. When the program received a grant to provide reference services, starting October 1, 1992, they had to gear up fast. The grad assistant, who had graduated, became librarian #2. I became librarian #3 on October 19 and the fourth person four days later.

Early on, we, designated as the Research Network, did the research and sent the information by – ready for this? – mail. The first innovation was when our databases went on a LAN or local area network. Previously, when we wanted to use a particular database, which was on compact discs, we had to wait our turn.

Eventually, we thought to try to send information via email. The trouble was, though email had existed for some years, it was slow to be introduced to some college campuses, where most SBDCs resided.

I recall specifically that some of our field advisors had come to our Central office in 1994 or 1995. My officemate sent me an email to me. One advisor said, “But why would one do that?” Noting the ten feet of distance between my office mate and me, “He’s right THERE.”

Early on, one of my responsibilities was to operate an electronic bulletin board or BBS. I was to be the SYSOP or systems operator. A couple of things: I never knew that I was in charge of it before I was hired, and I had no idea how to do it. Kevin, one of the techies in the office, trained me as best he could. Eventually, we abandoned the technology, thank goodness.

Editor

Another job was to edit a newsletter to send to the state programs in the hope that they’d, in turn, distribute it to their local offices. Some of the content was the Research Network either touting our services or offering advice.

The article I remember best was a woman who worked for the SBDC in Oklahoma City. She was severely injured from flying glass and debris following the terrorist explosion at the nearby Murrah Federal Building in April 1995. It was a very touching narrative.

When we learned the NY SBDC lost the library contract to the UT San Antonio SBDC in 1998, we were very sad, of course. We had a Christmas party in September. By that point, we had seven librarians. One took another job, and two were laid off.

Four of us remained to provide reference services for the NY SBDC, with much more significant technological growth. But that’s a story for another day.

Why I don’t eat at Cracker Barrel

Steak ‘N’ Shake

I don’t eat at Cracker Barrel. It’s not a function of its “down home” motif. The first time I remember going to one of the restaurants was during one of the Olin Family reunion weekends in Binghamton about 25 years ago. It’s possible that the number of diners overwhelmed the staff because the service was terrible.

The last time was perhaps a decade ago in East Greenbush, near Albany. (Mark Evanier noted that “the Cracker Barrels in the state of New York are in Binghamton, Cicero, Clifton Park, East Greenbush, Fishkill, Horseheads, Rochester, Watertown, and Williamsville. Again, my life has never taken me to any of these cities, and I have no idea where they are.”)

Anyway, the cooking area was arranged so the server couldn’t even suggest how my daughter, who has tree nut and peanut allergies, could have something from the griddle. We found something she could eat, but we never went back.

It was not the only time I left places that seemed incapable of taking the daughter’s allergies seriously. We ended up walking out of an Applebee’s in southern Pennsylvania. By comparison, Friendly’s restaurants—alas, no longer in Albany County—were great regarding allergens.

Here’s a sad truth: I felt safer taking her to McDonald’s or Wendy’s than some out-of-the-way diner when she would tell them about her allergies, and they seemed unresponsive to what was being said.

What’s it called again?

Here’s the weird thing about Cracker Barrel: until this controversy, I could never remember the place’s name. Ask my wife or daughter, and I’d say, “You know, the place with the yellow sign.”

That said, my wife was grousing about a certain Orange man fussing about this. But I noted that it was Steak ‘n Shake that first complained. Their map suggests they are located from Ohio to Texas to Florida. They claimed “Cracker Barrel’s goal with its switch-up was to ‘delete the personality altogether’ by removing the ‘old-timer’ from the signage.”

I just discovered that the man’s name is Uncle Herschel. Perhaps people were concerned that a fictional character would be unemployed. Whew! We dodged that bullet.

So it’s a “heritage” thing, whatever that means. Except that “Cracker Barrel has always been a simulacrum of rural life, a corporate behemoth masquerading as a mom-and-pop lunch counter,” per David A. Graham in The Atlantic. “No one should confuse a bland interstate chain with a real slice of Americana.” But it wants to show its MAGA bona fides by ditching the webpage “boasting its support for the LGBTQ+ community.”

Kelly is right: the controversy shows we are becoming a stupider nation.

Pain and melancholy

Rita O’Leary, Jean Easton, John Earl Lewis, Rick Lacey

ITEM: Pain. On Thursday, August 21st, I went to an oral surgeon and had three teeth removed. One of them will be replaced with a device. I am less concerned about the aesthetics than that, over a week later, I’m still experiencing a great deal of discomfort.

I had been taking hydrocodone-acetamin. The maximum daily dose is six tablets, but they only gave me 12, so it took me about a week before I used them all up. Of course, the trick is that there’s no refill because they don’t want me to become addicted. I’m also taking amoxicillin three times a day for an infection.

Even when I wasn’t eating at all, a degree of discomfort would wake me up every two hours for the first four days. I would take hydrocodone right before going to bed, and then about four hours later, I’d get up and take some Advil.

This made me so tired that I was feeling very emotionally fragile. I’d see stories on the news that would make me weepy. It wasn’t just the latest mass shootings and the fruitless discussions that followed. I’d see a Note To Self about former World Champion pool player Jeanette Lee reflecting on her career journey amid a health battle and get all emotional about not just her scoliosis but the racism and sexism she endured. Usually, that story would make me feel inspired and probably a little ticked off, but no. I’m a puddle. And other stories had the same effect.

Family gathering

ITEM: On Saturday, August 23rd, my wife, daughter, and I were supposed to go to my mother-in-law’s place. My wife’s brother and his wife and their two daughters, living about an hour away, except for the one daughter in NYC, would do the same, except they got there earlier for lunch. My family arrived late, around 2 p.m., because my wife had to work in the morning.

It’s tough to get all these people in the same place simultaneously. We brought the fixings for ice cream sundaes. But less than an hour later, my BIL’s wife got a phone call that her mother was dying, and their family rushed back. Shortly after they arrived, we got word that Rita had died.

I liked Rita O’Leary, who was 87. Until the last couple of years, I would see her a few times a year, including several Mother’s Day dinners at a local restaurant. Her obituary noted: “She leaves behind a legacy of love, acceptance, and kindness that will continue to inspire her family and community.” True enough. Rita is survived by a sister, two daughters, 15 grandchildren, 22 great-grandchildren, and two great-great-grandchildren.

Unexpected connection

ITEM: Jean Easton was a woman I was friends with during the early 1980s. She was described as a “lifelong educator, teaching poetry and writing in universities, schools, prisons, and mental health facilities.” I knew her best from the poetry scene. She was brilliant, passionate, and sometimes intense. “You could recognize her regal, determined gait.” Since I worked at a comic book store then, I sometimes talked about comic books with her daughter, Delia. As one sometimes does, I lost track of them.

It wasn’t until Susan Easton from my church choir died in 2022, and Delia attended the funeral, that I figured out that Sue and Al Easton (d. 2024), whom I met in 2000, were Delia’s grandparents and Jean’s former parents-in-law. Though I hadn’t seen Jean in a very long time, her passing made me sad.

ITEM: My father’s first cousin, Ruth Lewis, is the eldest of his first cousins. In August 2024, I saw her and her daughter, Jean, at a concert where my niece Rebecca Jade sang. Ruth’s son and Jean’s twin brother, John, whom I really didn’t know, died on August 19. The funeral was on Friday, August 29, at Trinity AME Zion in Binghamton, the church I grew up in. My condolences to my Walker family relatives.

ITEM: My friend Carla notified me of Rick Lacey’s passing. I knew and liked him at Binghamton Central High School, where he was in my sister Leslie’s graduating class.