“Standin’ on the highway with my coffee cup
A-wonderin’ who was gonna pick me up
I had my hopes up high, I never thought that I
Would ever wonder why I ever said good-by
I had my hopes up high” I Had My Hopes Up High music and lyrics by Joe Ely

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“Take a little tip from me. Stay away from my chicken house.” Stay Away From My Chicken House by Gene Autry

No need to be chicken about copying in poultry feeder case ...

Entering our third week of staying at home, we look for connection from any quarter. Yesterday I found it in the form of a new trademark decision from the Fourth Circuit about chicken feeders.

“I’m forever blowing bubbles. Pretty bubbles in the air.” I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles, music by John Kellete, lyrics credited to Jean Kenbrovin

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“Hard seltzer” has been one of the brightest product categories in a declining market for alcoholic beverages. As reported by Bloomberg, “Alcohol drinkers are becoming more and more concerned about health and wellness,

“Everybody’s saying it–music is love.” Music is Love” music and lyrics by David Crosby, from the album “If I Could Only Remember My Name.”

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On a grey day, when sheltering in place begins to wear thin, a break from trademark themes seems in order. Trying to find the silver lining behind this dark cloud

“Wise men say only fools rush in.” Can’t Help Falling In Love” music and lyrics by Haley Reinhart

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When confronting a global pandemic, it seems like folks would have better things to worry about than dreaming up schemes to monetize the panic part of pandemic. Yet predictably within days of Corona Virus and Covid-19 becoming

“In my mind I see a mirage on the wall. But unfortunately it’s not there at all.” Mirage, by Iron Butterfly

I don’t put much stock in mirages. They may be good plot devices for movies set in the Sahara or a Bugs Bunny cartoon. But in the real world, I’ve never come close to

“Black clouds overhead, old man says looks like rain. Thieves’ Road winds to the Black Hills sign.” Pale Sun, Cowboy Junkies

Every day these days feels like it has a black could overhead. New revelations, new worries. But even with so much uncertainty in the air, we trademark junkies can find something to write about

“Let’s go surfin’ now, everybody’s learning how, come on on safari with me.” Surfin’ Safari, music and lyrics by Brian Wilson

Surfing has strangely been on my mind lately. I’ve been reading the book Barbarian Days, A Surfing Life by William Finnegan. In it, Mr. Finnegan chronicles his early fascination with the sport, sparked not