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Phil and Jill just built a whole new backyard onto Terrapin Crossroads, and they’re doing a Kid’s Day type of deal in April on Sunday afternoons: Phil reads stories and the Phamily Band plays children’s songs (and, I’m sure, Ripple) for the kiddies while Mom and Dad get lightly trashed at the bocce courts. (There are now bocce courts, apparently.)

This sounds like fun for everyone, and to mock it would be irredeemably prickish; I’ll simply note that Brent is in the mascot costume.

Also: Precarious Lee had nothing to do with building that stage. That’s a solid-looking wooden structure.

Although: would simply listing the children’s books that Phil rejected as inappropriate be mockery? I can’t see how. So, TotD presents Children’s Books Phil Won’t Be Reading At TXR Kid’s Day:

• Horton Hears a Jew.
• One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Jew Fish.
• The Night the Jew Stole Christmas. (Let’s just say that Phil will not be reading any anti-Semitic children’s books.)
• Superman Destroys a City and then Straight-Up Murders a Guy.
• Make Way for Deadheads.
• Winnie the Pooh and Parish, Too.
• Bi-Curious George.
• The Koran.
• Babar Goes to the Hostility Suite.
• Beatrix Pothead.

The view from the bar at TXR; as always, Friday nights are two-for-one double-price drink nights. Buy one drink at double the regular price, get one drink free. Nice deal. This is what it sounds like.

From one of my eyes and ears in the field known throughout the world (or at least Marin County) as the Haight Street Irregulars comes this sneaky-peak at our own Philbert J. Lesh, who got that jacket at the Santa Clara Farewell Shoes and has worn it proudly ever since when Jill doesn’t see him before he leaves the house and makes him take it off.

I’m team Phil on this one: that looks to be your standard Levi’s jean jacket–the vestigial waist epaulets give it away–and it is an unfairly maligned garment. The coat is officially called a Trucker Jacket, which makes sense when you note that the useful pockets (the smaller, buttonable ones on the breast and the large, open-mouthed ones in the inside) are all accessible while sitting in a car, while the outside pouches are just big enough to ball your hands into.

The pockets are the selling point: all teenage dirtbags know that one’s the exact size as a pack of Marlboro Reds, and the other’s a tight and secure fit for a CD.

PLUS, you could pair the jacket with a hoodie underneath, and that’ll get you through the winter in most of the country.

I will also give points to Phil for threading the double-denim needle: there’s almost infinitely manyways to get double-denim wrong, but starkly contrasting shades of blue is the only path to success. You might think that black jeans with a blue jean jacket might work, but stop thinking like that because if you think like that, you think terribly. Never succumb to the siren song of black jeans; black jeans are for guys from Long Island and teens who work at movie theaters.

Before you put on your black jeans, ask yourself: am I in Metallica? If the answer is no, then do not black jeans.

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This should bring a smile to every Enthusiasts face: FoTotD and member-in-good-standing of the Haight Street Irregulars Busterdog sends us video of (if you don’t want to watch it) Phil and his Phriends romping through Casey Jones at TXR, and Phil is leaping and dancing and headbanging; there was no dabbing that I saw, but I wouldn’t put it past him.

Second set just started.