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ATHENS, Ga. -- Uga VI, the beloved University of Georgia mascot, has died from congestive heart failure at his home in Savannah. The bulldog's owner, Frank Seiler, said he had the best winning record of any mascot in the school's history. Seiler said he noticed the nine-year-old English Bulldog was breathing heavily Friday night. He passed away soon afterward. Uga will be buried in a vault in the Southwest corner of Sanford Stadium with his predecessors. Private ceremonies are expected early next week. Uga VI became UGA's mascot in 1999. He was the son of Uga V, the only college mascot to land on the cover of Sports Illustrated. University of Georgia Athletic Director Damon Evans called it "a sad day for the entire Bulldog nation."

So I was listening to "Layla" last night and it made me think of GoodFellas.  The part in the song where it cuts to this awesome piano solo, and how that is so perfectly timed with all the bodies showing up in the movie.  The piano is so calm, almost bringing the song down to a mello ending. And to have that contrasted to the grizzly sight of dead bodies being found in freezer truck and dumpsters... Amazing.   So I got to thinking about the best movie scenes that were capped off by a perfect song.  But rather than have the song as the focus of the scene, it is there to give the scene power.  I racked my brain for some good examples.  And then I went a step further and tried to find some on You Tube.  The ones I could think of and find are below this post.  But my list so far is: Goodfellas:  "Layla" The Royal Tennenbaums:  "These Days" Garden State:  "The Only Living Boy in New York" Beautiful Girls:  "Suffering" Forrest Gump:  "Ru...

So June is here.  My birth month.  It used to be such a good month.  As a kid, June meant no more school.  It meant a birthday with presents.  It meant the pool and the beach and the tennis court. It was freedom and carefree days that lasted forever.  Man, it was a good damn month. Now June is just like the rest.  Lost every bit of sparkle it ever had.  A lot has to do with the fact that my birthdays have all been pretty close to miserable for too damn long now.  Each year there's the glimmer of hope that maybe I'm going to embark on a better path.  That hope has been destroyed rather quickly each and every year. But again, I'm holding out a little hope that this might just be the year.  For one, I'm starting in a much better place.  I have my own place, which I keep clean and feeling like home.  It's my own little sanctuary.  No one knows where it is and when I'm here, I'm left alone, which I really like.  Also, I've got a good job.  And I'm not str...