Bill O'Reilly Surprised Blacks Are Civilized!?!?
September 26th, 2007 | Author: Aliya EwingAfter eating dinner with Rev. Al Sharpton at famed Harlem restaurant Sylvia's recently, Fox News Channel's Bill O'Reilly told his radio audience he "couldn't get over the fact" that there was no difference between the black-run Sylvia's and white-run restaurants.
"It was like going into an Italian restaurant in an all-white suburb in the sense of people were sitting there, and they were ordering and having fun," he said. "And there wasn't any kind of craziness at all.... There wasn't one person in Sylvia's who was screaming, 'M.F.-er, I want more iced tea .'"
O'Reilly also said his fellow patrons were 'tremendously respectful' as he ate dinner with Sharpton.
The liberal media watchdog Media Matters for America called attention to the questionable quotes by distributing a transcript and audio clip on the Internet.
Both Fox News and O'Reilly believe O'Reilly is simply a victim of a left-wing smear campaign, and he was misquoted and misunderstood.
Media Matters for America Senior Fellow Paul Waldman appeared this morning (Sept 26 ) on NBC's Today show to discuss the controversy generated by the comments. When asked for his reaction to O'Reilly's defense of being "taken out of context", Waldman replied, "If Bill O'Reilly got caught robbing a bank he would say he was taken out of context".
P.S. Naivete, eh? On Bill's part, that is. I once said "I haven't seen you in a coon's age." at work 20 or so years ago to someone I hadn't seen in a while. Little did I know it carried a racist or bigoted connotation. I remember the baker, who was 15 years or more older than me and who heard me say it, look at me with disdain and said something under her breath. I had heard my Aunt Madeline say it when I was growing up, but I never said it again. Well, at work anyway.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
"Coach Goes Ballistic" and "I'm Forty-Come After Me!"
By Jenni Carlson
The Oklahoman
STILLWATER — Bobby Reid stood near the team charters last Friday night, using his cell phone, eating his boxed meal.
It would've been normal post-game activity but for one thing.
His mother was feeding him chicken.
Look at the video to see what the rhubarb is all about. In this case, the coach considers an article by a, uh, female reporter [ Jenni Carlson ] to be unfactual.
P.S. We once served rhubarb pie at my old workplace. I was standing behind the pie section, when a guest pointed to a slice of rhubarb pie. It wasn't a big seller- because who in their right mind would want a piece-so I proudly exclaimed: "Yessir, that's good old rhubarb pie."
"No," he said, "look at it!"
I grabbed the pie and turned it around, and there was a big wad of fungi growing neatly between the rhubarbs.
"Er," I said, and made a hasty retreat outta there.
The Oklahoman
STILLWATER — Bobby Reid stood near the team charters last Friday night, using his cell phone, eating his boxed meal.
It would've been normal post-game activity but for one thing.
His mother was feeding him chicken.
Look at the video to see what the rhubarb is all about. In this case, the coach considers an article by a, uh, female reporter [ Jenni Carlson ] to be unfactual.
P.S. We once served rhubarb pie at my old workplace. I was standing behind the pie section, when a guest pointed to a slice of rhubarb pie. It wasn't a big seller- because who in their right mind would want a piece-so I proudly exclaimed: "Yessir, that's good old rhubarb pie."
"No," he said, "look at it!"
I grabbed the pie and turned it around, and there was a big wad of fungi growing neatly between the rhubarbs.
"Er," I said, and made a hasty retreat outta there.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"Specious Effects"
To those few readers of mine, Shirley, you've been waiting with baited breath on the next installment of Golden Pond. And a round of thanks to those viewers from Ireland, Taiwan, Chile, and Vietnam who drop by occasionally. Even if you don't speak the language, you can still enjoy the goings-on via pictures. Eh?
Sunday afternoon I was watching the Falcons game and noticed that "Plan 9 from Outer Space" was playing on TCM, my favorite channel. Using the clicker, I went to channel 69 and, of course, looked at the synopsis. Very interesting it was:
Arguably, the worst movie ever made. Due to the specious effects, and because Bela Lugosi-he of "I vant to drink your blood" fame-died during the middle of filming. Paraphrasing but you get the gist.
I watched the movie. Well, sort of. Kept flipping back between the Falcons game and "Plan 9." It was the classic b/w thriller of the 50's. Check out the flying saucer pics that account for the specious effects that TCM mentions.
One of the actors, who plays a pilot and hates leaving his wife alone in the house while he's away, because they live in a remote part of town, also starred in one of my favorite movies, "Eiger Sanction." With Clint Eastwood.
Clint, Dr. Hemlock-and you gotta love that name-has to get rough with him, because
he doesn't like the guy addressing him as buddy, pal, or chum. One of my boss' called me buddy a lot, and I disliked it. Very patronizing, if you will.
Yes, it was a BAD movie. But it was a great relic from yesteryear. Circa 1958. And the Falcons blew it, when Deangelo Hall had 62 yards worth of penalties called against him during a drive in the 3rd quarter.
Ya gotta love those old movies from back in the day. And the poor Falcons, who have never had an easy time of winning.
To those with baited breath, v.c.
P.S. The picture of Darth Vader sums up "the dark side of the force." And whatever happened to "synchronicity." May THAT force be with you!+
Sunday afternoon I was watching the Falcons game and noticed that "Plan 9 from Outer Space" was playing on TCM, my favorite channel. Using the clicker, I went to channel 69 and, of course, looked at the synopsis. Very interesting it was:
Arguably, the worst movie ever made. Due to the specious effects, and because Bela Lugosi-he of "I vant to drink your blood" fame-died during the middle of filming. Paraphrasing but you get the gist.
I watched the movie. Well, sort of. Kept flipping back between the Falcons game and "Plan 9." It was the classic b/w thriller of the 50's. Check out the flying saucer pics that account for the specious effects that TCM mentions.
One of the actors, who plays a pilot and hates leaving his wife alone in the house while he's away, because they live in a remote part of town, also starred in one of my favorite movies, "Eiger Sanction." With Clint Eastwood.
Clint, Dr. Hemlock-and you gotta love that name-has to get rough with him, because
he doesn't like the guy addressing him as buddy, pal, or chum. One of my boss' called me buddy a lot, and I disliked it. Very patronizing, if you will.
Yes, it was a BAD movie. But it was a great relic from yesteryear. Circa 1958. And the Falcons blew it, when Deangelo Hall had 62 yards worth of penalties called against him during a drive in the 3rd quarter.
Ya gotta love those old movies from back in the day. And the poor Falcons, who have never had an easy time of winning.
To those with baited breath, v.c.
P.S. The picture of Darth Vader sums up "the dark side of the force." And whatever happened to "synchronicity." May THAT force be with you!+
Friday, September 21, 2007
"Shaken-Not Stirred"
I have always been a fan of Bond, James Bond. Sean Connery was the best. Roger Moore-forget it. Too mean spirited and too goofy looking. He was a pale comparison to the original. The rest were subpar. Timothy Dalton was ok, but the mystique had faded by the time he arrived. And Pierce Brosnan-too well known, plus I always remember him as the future step-dad of Robin Williams' kids in Mrs. Doubtfire. Daniel Craig, the newest Bond, seems to have been a good choice. And has little or no baggage-for me-because I had never seen him in any thing else.
All that aside, last night I had a dream. And I was Bond. It went like this!
M: Come in, 00vc.
00vc: Yessir.
M: Your next mission! Read this!
00vc: "For my eyes only...." Yes, sir, I will do my best.
M: What do you know about gold, 00vc?
00vc: Well, I know, sir, that the largest concentration lies across the water in Fort Knox, Kentucky. It's a great way to hedge inflation in one's portfolio. And you find many rappers who wear it in their mouths.
M: Righto! Would you like some brandy?
00vc: The last I had here, sir, was a bit disappointing. No thank you. So what does gold have to do with my assignment?
M: Are you familiar with a concept known as Burger King?
00vc: I have rarely dined there, but, of course, I know it's the home of the Whopper. And has some of the zaniest commercials obviously written by persons delusional on drugs.
M: Spot on, 00vc.
00vc: Sir, I know you're my superior, but the phrase, "spot on," actually annoys me very deeply.
M: Harump. Remember to whom you're talking? Now where was I? Yes, gold bullion. An employee of Burger King has microfilm imbedded in one of his front gold teeth. We're not sure which one. Your assignment will be to, er, extricate it from his person and bring it back to merry old England.
00vc: What's in the microfilm, sir?
M: Top secret, 00vc. From what we understand, it contains a new formula for soy bean burgers.
00vc: You've got to be joking. I was expecting the film to contain plans for a new lecter, as pursued by yours truly in my last caper, "From Prussia with Love."
M: No, nothing that exciting, but it could be very dangerous. This soy bean burger must never see the light of day, 00vc. We must get that tooth, er, microfilm.
00vc: This case seems more suited for Felix, Felix Lighter of the CIA, than for myself. Respectfully submitted, sir!
M: Felix is quite busy these days in Iraq and Iran. And in the United States, he is leveraging a few members of congress to split the electoral votes in California. Thus, the British Empire and the fate of the world is in your hands, 00vc.
00vc: Where is my destination, sir?
M: San Francisco. Your contact is Trans Fat. He will assist you in your quest to find the team member in question.
00vc: How will I recognize this Trans Fat?
M: When you arrive at the airport look for a man eating a double meat double cheese Whopper, super-sized of course.
00vc: Of course. But how will I know for sure it's Trans Fat?
M: By code, 00vc. When you walk up to him, ask "have it your way?" He will reply, "hold the pickle?"
00vc: But of course.
M: Good now Q Branch has outfitted you with everything you'll need for this assignment.
00vc: Very good, sir. I was thinking a new Aston-Martin, a briefcase with twenty gold sovereigns with daggers concealed in each side, and l'il Nellie, my small-sized helicopter from my next-to-last caper, "You Only Get Fired Thrice!"
M: No, you want be needing any of those things, 00vc. Q Branch is supplying you with antacids and cholesterol reducing drugs. You'll be eating at a few Burger Kings as part of the assignment. We have you booked on the next airliner to San Francisco. Good luck to you, 00vc.
00vc: Thank you, sir.
M: And none of the usual pleasantries with Moneypenny on your way out. Speed is of the essence.\
00vc: Yes, sir. I name this latest caper: "Trans Fat is Forever."
All that aside, last night I had a dream. And I was Bond. It went like this!
M: Come in, 00vc.
00vc: Yessir.
M: Your next mission! Read this!
00vc: "For my eyes only...." Yes, sir, I will do my best.
M: What do you know about gold, 00vc?
00vc: Well, I know, sir, that the largest concentration lies across the water in Fort Knox, Kentucky. It's a great way to hedge inflation in one's portfolio. And you find many rappers who wear it in their mouths.
M: Righto! Would you like some brandy?
00vc: The last I had here, sir, was a bit disappointing. No thank you. So what does gold have to do with my assignment?
M: Are you familiar with a concept known as Burger King?
00vc: I have rarely dined there, but, of course, I know it's the home of the Whopper. And has some of the zaniest commercials obviously written by persons delusional on drugs.
M: Spot on, 00vc.
00vc: Sir, I know you're my superior, but the phrase, "spot on," actually annoys me very deeply.
M: Harump. Remember to whom you're talking? Now where was I? Yes, gold bullion. An employee of Burger King has microfilm imbedded in one of his front gold teeth. We're not sure which one. Your assignment will be to, er, extricate it from his person and bring it back to merry old England.
00vc: What's in the microfilm, sir?
M: Top secret, 00vc. From what we understand, it contains a new formula for soy bean burgers.
00vc: You've got to be joking. I was expecting the film to contain plans for a new lecter, as pursued by yours truly in my last caper, "From Prussia with Love."
M: No, nothing that exciting, but it could be very dangerous. This soy bean burger must never see the light of day, 00vc. We must get that tooth, er, microfilm.
00vc: This case seems more suited for Felix, Felix Lighter of the CIA, than for myself. Respectfully submitted, sir!
M: Felix is quite busy these days in Iraq and Iran. And in the United States, he is leveraging a few members of congress to split the electoral votes in California. Thus, the British Empire and the fate of the world is in your hands, 00vc.
00vc: Where is my destination, sir?
M: San Francisco. Your contact is Trans Fat. He will assist you in your quest to find the team member in question.
00vc: How will I recognize this Trans Fat?
M: When you arrive at the airport look for a man eating a double meat double cheese Whopper, super-sized of course.
00vc: Of course. But how will I know for sure it's Trans Fat?
M: By code, 00vc. When you walk up to him, ask "have it your way?" He will reply, "hold the pickle?"
00vc: But of course.
M: Good now Q Branch has outfitted you with everything you'll need for this assignment.
00vc: Very good, sir. I was thinking a new Aston-Martin, a briefcase with twenty gold sovereigns with daggers concealed in each side, and l'il Nellie, my small-sized helicopter from my next-to-last caper, "You Only Get Fired Thrice!"
M: No, you want be needing any of those things, 00vc. Q Branch is supplying you with antacids and cholesterol reducing drugs. You'll be eating at a few Burger Kings as part of the assignment. We have you booked on the next airliner to San Francisco. Good luck to you, 00vc.
00vc: Thank you, sir.
M: And none of the usual pleasantries with Moneypenny on your way out. Speed is of the essence.\
00vc: Yes, sir. I name this latest caper: "Trans Fat is Forever."
Thursday, September 20, 2007
"SUV Crashes While Couple in Back Seat Are Having Sex"
MOSCOW, Idaho - A carnival worker who hit a telephone pole with his SUV blamed the crash on two friends having sex in the back seat.
Joshua D. Frank, who had been living on the Latah County Fairgrounds, pleaded guilty Monday to a misdemeanor charge of failing to notify a police officer of a traffic accident. He was fined $188.
Frank told Moscow police he was driving near downtown early Saturday while a man and woman were having sex in the rear of the vehicle. According to a probable cause affidavit, he said the movement caused the SUV to become "tippy" and he lost control of it.
Frank, 22, suffered a minor head wound in the crash and his friends were treated for unspecified injuries, according to the affidavit.
Joshua D. Frank, who had been living on the Latah County Fairgrounds, pleaded guilty Monday to a misdemeanor charge of failing to notify a police officer of a traffic accident. He was fined $188.
Frank told Moscow police he was driving near downtown early Saturday while a man and woman were having sex in the rear of the vehicle. According to a probable cause affidavit, he said the movement caused the SUV to become "tippy" and he lost control of it.
Frank, 22, suffered a minor head wound in the crash and his friends were treated for unspecified injuries, according to the affidavit.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
"What I Watched on TV Tonite" and "Who Cares Anyway?"
ABC had a tribute show tonite for the King. And AMC was showing Hitchcock. If possible, I always watch the opening sequences of "Vertigo." A man is being chased by a policeman and Jimmy Stewart, who is in plain clothes. They're running across the rooftops of San Francisco. The alleged perpetrator jumps onto an inclined building; the flatfoot jumps, too, stumbles but recovers and continues the pursuit. Jimmy follows, hits the same spot and slides down to the gutter and holds on for dear life.
Anyone who has seen the movie knows the poor cop returns to help Jimmy.
"Gimme your hand," he says. "Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" is the last thing he says as he falls to the street from a 20 story building. After this encounter, Jimmy develops vertigo.
Great movie and great score. v.c., who is rushed tonite so quickie foray.
P.S. And the Braves won 4-3. Who'd a thunk it?
Anyone who has seen the movie knows the poor cop returns to help Jimmy.
"Gimme your hand," he says. "Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" is the last thing he says as he falls to the street from a 20 story building. After this encounter, Jimmy develops vertigo.
Great movie and great score. v.c., who is rushed tonite so quickie foray.
P.S. And the Braves won 4-3. Who'd a thunk it?
"New Post From Golden Pond"
Hoots, I tried to leave you a message on H.P. but my computer is still acting up, so I'm depositing it here.
The gambling foray was quite interesting. The nerdy radio announcer is quite good actually. At the end when he said he had been consumed with playing texas Hold'Em and had lost a lot of money, I had to laugh when he mentioned the amount was a measly $350.00. Like that was a lotta money.
I will share some of my exploits later. Exploits is a good word here, because I'm the one who has been exploited. Unfortunately.
I've always heard the life of a pro gambler is a lonely one, but the radio program painted an entirely different picture. Interesting, too, how the female player had been in a 7 month losing skid. And how most of the gamblers have sometimes lost everything, but most have managed to make comebacks. Wonder how they are financed? Loans from the bank? Loans from the mafia? Offers they can't refuse, eh? Or from loan sharks who charge %75 interest.
Good tale and I truly loved the nerdy announcer. He seems to have the fevah.
Lost Wages or Las Vegas? v.c.
P.S. I watched the MNF game. What bias tonite from the announcers. All were pro-Philly. Especially Ron Jaworski. Is Joe Theisman not on the broadcasts this year? Ron J. is a bust. Oh yeah btw, he's an ex-Philly quarterback. Bias in the media. Nah! If so, who'd a thunk it?
P.S.S. I now know what's wrong with my job search. I have lost the.... Video to explain.
The gambling foray was quite interesting. The nerdy radio announcer is quite good actually. At the end when he said he had been consumed with playing texas Hold'Em and had lost a lot of money, I had to laugh when he mentioned the amount was a measly $350.00. Like that was a lotta money.
I will share some of my exploits later. Exploits is a good word here, because I'm the one who has been exploited. Unfortunately.
I've always heard the life of a pro gambler is a lonely one, but the radio program painted an entirely different picture. Interesting, too, how the female player had been in a 7 month losing skid. And how most of the gamblers have sometimes lost everything, but most have managed to make comebacks. Wonder how they are financed? Loans from the bank? Loans from the mafia? Offers they can't refuse, eh? Or from loan sharks who charge %75 interest.
Good tale and I truly loved the nerdy announcer. He seems to have the fevah.
Lost Wages or Las Vegas? v.c.
P.S. I watched the MNF game. What bias tonite from the announcers. All were pro-Philly. Especially Ron Jaworski. Is Joe Theisman not on the broadcasts this year? Ron J. is a bust. Oh yeah btw, he's an ex-Philly quarterback. Bias in the media. Nah! If so, who'd a thunk it?
P.S.S. I now know what's wrong with my job search. I have lost the.... Video to explain.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
"Vickless"
The proprietor of G.P. took a much-needed hiatus. And it's been a while since the Fab 4 was mentioned, my all-time favorite music. Eleanor Rigby and all the lonely people and all that. Spot on! Another new millineum term that rankles my nerve endings. You will never hear me utter this phrase. Never! N-E-V-E-R. I would feel a bit effiminate, if you will. Sure we males have a feminine side, but I ain't gonna broadcast mine by saying spot-on. What in the food chain does that mean anyway? And who the f*** came up with the saying. And who started banding it around. The f***** "should be shot in the tail with hot peas."
A saying from my great Aunt Madeline. God rest her soul, she of the gingivitis-ravaged mouth. Whose favorite meal was chicken and dumplings and cornbread drenched in buttermilk. She of the big titties-of which she was proud-and who dusted them with powder bought at Rich's Department Store. Aunt Mad's madcap adventures have been chronicled in forays here on G.P. in the last few years. She was definitely one of a kind, and, Shirley, my eccentricities hail from her genes. See Darwin for more information.
Spot on, er, right on. Switching gears allah a bug from the 60's.
The Falcons lost again. And the 15 year old place kicker missed two field goals, one from close range; the other a more difficult 45 footer. Hooked 'em to the right. The kicker, he of the multi-tattooed arms, may be looking for a new job this week, allah yours truly.
The Dawgs won; LSU slaughtered a light weight; Tennessee lost by a bunch-the most in Phillip Fulmers tenure; and Tony Romo propelled da Cowboys to victory. And Ga. Tech looked awful vs. Boston College. Chan Gailey may be heading back to Big D before this year is up. They say I'm laid back, but whilst perusing the dictionary for the term, there was a prominent picture of the boy in all his glory.
Fun weekend, nevertheless. And how 'bout them cheating Pats winning big over San Diego. And whatever happened to Marty Shottenheimer?
All fair's in love and war. v.c.
P.S. Spot on? Sorry, my effiminate side just doesn't get it.
A saying from my great Aunt Madeline. God rest her soul, she of the gingivitis-ravaged mouth. Whose favorite meal was chicken and dumplings and cornbread drenched in buttermilk. She of the big titties-of which she was proud-and who dusted them with powder bought at Rich's Department Store. Aunt Mad's madcap adventures have been chronicled in forays here on G.P. in the last few years. She was definitely one of a kind, and, Shirley, my eccentricities hail from her genes. See Darwin for more information.
Spot on, er, right on. Switching gears allah a bug from the 60's.
The Falcons lost again. And the 15 year old place kicker missed two field goals, one from close range; the other a more difficult 45 footer. Hooked 'em to the right. The kicker, he of the multi-tattooed arms, may be looking for a new job this week, allah yours truly.
The Dawgs won; LSU slaughtered a light weight; Tennessee lost by a bunch-the most in Phillip Fulmers tenure; and Tony Romo propelled da Cowboys to victory. And Ga. Tech looked awful vs. Boston College. Chan Gailey may be heading back to Big D before this year is up. They say I'm laid back, but whilst perusing the dictionary for the term, there was a prominent picture of the boy in all his glory.
Fun weekend, nevertheless. And how 'bout them cheating Pats winning big over San Diego. And whatever happened to Marty Shottenheimer?
All fair's in love and war. v.c.
P.S. Spot on? Sorry, my effiminate side just doesn't get it.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
"Sigh"
Once again yours truly's "Golden Pond" has not made it into the select group of blogs aptly entitled "blogs of note." It bears asking why the injustice? G.P. has scintillating writing, not read since the days of Hemmingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Lewis Grizzard.
*side note before "moving forward." [ one of my non-favorite sayings of the new millineum, ergo, "it is what it is." ] I dined at Sprawberry's Barbecue today in Newnan, Ga. Not the original location but the second one on Bullsboro. A "Lewis Grizzard" was featured on the menu. Pork sandwich, brunswick stew, and onion rings. Yum yum, eh? Instead of the high-cholesterol treat, I opted for the "Houston." Which is a pork sandwich-outer portions read the menu-smothered in brunswick stew. It came with two slices of sweet pickles.
Now yours truly is a big fan of brunswick stew. Sprayberry's isn't that good, unfortunately. It's like the kind you get out of a can. ( the sentence doesn't smack of Hemmingway ) I always liked "Old Hickory House" brunswick stew. The best I've ever had. Needless to say, there ain't no more O.H.H.'s around anymore, unless there's some up near hoots' area. I remember, too, buying a salad at O.H.H. once and had to opt for slaw, when the server brought it out and it was nothing but brown pieces of lettuce. Not just the tips and ends but all of it.
"Oh, no, you didn't," ( another popular phrase ) I should have told my server. Evidently, the old girl had never eaten a salad. And evidently, this may be why they are no longer in business.
Back to G.P. Where else can you find a blog that has a different main heading photograph every day? Where else can you find a blog that doesn't overuse the word "I." Oh, it drives me batty reading some of these other blogger forays. And where else can you get a dose of original writing, sports, and movie trivia?
If I could only get my readers in Pakistan, Nova Scotia, Iceland, Brasilia, Istanbul, and the Fiji Islands to write to the google gods or whoever's in charge of making the distinction, then perhaps my blog can become one of the elite.
Here's keeping my fingers crossed, v.c.
P.S. The ones that did make the list and their descriptions:
1) "Hootnanny Hoot:" Recaptures hoedowns of yesteryear.
2) "I Hear You Knocking, But You Can't Come In:" Creditors a problem? This blog chronicles ploys to thwart them.
3) "Dog Day Afternoon:" A scathing foray into the Atlanta Falcons season, 2007.
4) "Whole in the Roof:" Chronicles the drenched spectators at a Cowboys-Giants match. From the humidity, no less.
5) "BBQ for Us Two:" Grammar snafus taken from the different medias.
6) "Slippery:" Tales of a trombonist from a high school named "Rowdy High."
7) "Root 66:" Recipes from around the world.
8) "Hootsbuddy's Baste:" Recipes from an old hippie white guy, who is now misunderstood by his diverse charges."
9) "Who'd A'Thunk It?" Zany antics abound in ribald hilarity.
10) "Golden Ponder:" An alum from back in the daze sends plaudits to the proprietor. Who thanks him for the kind words.
*side note before "moving forward." [ one of my non-favorite sayings of the new millineum, ergo, "it is what it is." ] I dined at Sprawberry's Barbecue today in Newnan, Ga. Not the original location but the second one on Bullsboro. A "Lewis Grizzard" was featured on the menu. Pork sandwich, brunswick stew, and onion rings. Yum yum, eh? Instead of the high-cholesterol treat, I opted for the "Houston." Which is a pork sandwich-outer portions read the menu-smothered in brunswick stew. It came with two slices of sweet pickles.
Now yours truly is a big fan of brunswick stew. Sprayberry's isn't that good, unfortunately. It's like the kind you get out of a can. ( the sentence doesn't smack of Hemmingway ) I always liked "Old Hickory House" brunswick stew. The best I've ever had. Needless to say, there ain't no more O.H.H.'s around anymore, unless there's some up near hoots' area. I remember, too, buying a salad at O.H.H. once and had to opt for slaw, when the server brought it out and it was nothing but brown pieces of lettuce. Not just the tips and ends but all of it.
"Oh, no, you didn't," ( another popular phrase ) I should have told my server. Evidently, the old girl had never eaten a salad. And evidently, this may be why they are no longer in business.
Back to G.P. Where else can you find a blog that has a different main heading photograph every day? Where else can you find a blog that doesn't overuse the word "I." Oh, it drives me batty reading some of these other blogger forays. And where else can you get a dose of original writing, sports, and movie trivia?
If I could only get my readers in Pakistan, Nova Scotia, Iceland, Brasilia, Istanbul, and the Fiji Islands to write to the google gods or whoever's in charge of making the distinction, then perhaps my blog can become one of the elite.
Here's keeping my fingers crossed, v.c.
P.S. The ones that did make the list and their descriptions:
1) "Hootnanny Hoot:" Recaptures hoedowns of yesteryear.
2) "I Hear You Knocking, But You Can't Come In:" Creditors a problem? This blog chronicles ploys to thwart them.
3) "Dog Day Afternoon:" A scathing foray into the Atlanta Falcons season, 2007.
4) "Whole in the Roof:" Chronicles the drenched spectators at a Cowboys-Giants match. From the humidity, no less.
5) "BBQ for Us Two:" Grammar snafus taken from the different medias.
6) "Slippery:" Tales of a trombonist from a high school named "Rowdy High."
7) "Root 66:" Recipes from around the world.
8) "Hootsbuddy's Baste:" Recipes from an old hippie white guy, who is now misunderstood by his diverse charges."
9) "Who'd A'Thunk It?" Zany antics abound in ribald hilarity.
10) "Golden Ponder:" An alum from back in the daze sends plaudits to the proprietor. Who thanks him for the kind words.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
"9-11"
Of course, I remember where I was. I was heading to my old job at H.W. [ Hell-Whole for the uninformed ] listening to a cd. For whatever reason, I took out the cd and the radio came on as usual. Instead of putting in another cd, I could tell something was amiss. The events the media was describing were unbelievable. Ironically, my route to work was via I-285 and all this took place as I was passing the airport.
I'll never forget how afraid I was that night as I walked to my car, located in the dimly-lit parking lot. I knew the world had changed....forever.
Today, the media talked about how it has been 6 years since the tragedy. 6 years is a long time. I think back on the time frame. I have since had 2 more jobs; my kids are grown; and my own life is indelibly changing.
Semper fi, v.c.
I'll never forget how afraid I was that night as I walked to my car, located in the dimly-lit parking lot. I knew the world had changed....forever.
Today, the media talked about how it has been 6 years since the tragedy. 6 years is a long time. I think back on the time frame. I have since had 2 more jobs; my kids are grown; and my own life is indelibly changing.
Semper fi, v.c.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Just the Facts, M'am!"
The setting is at a well known cafeteria chain located somewhere in the naked city. There are millions of stories happening there; this is one of them.
"Killer, a guest just complained to me. Said her turnip greens were too salty."
"Boss, you know my greens are always right. I measured the combination seasoning [ salt and white peppa ] like I always do."
"Sorry, Killer. She's sworn out a complaint. Police are on the way. You may be looking at time."
"Boss, this is the stupidest thing I ever heard of. Is this a joke?"
"Sorry, Killer. I wish it were true, but this is a serious matter. The guest said we can't be oversalting the food. Billy, [ asst. mgr. ] get Loss Prevention on the line, pronto."
The police arrive. The participants huddle in the private dining room. They include Killer, accused of oversalting the greens; the G.M., the guest and two burly police officers. Both cops are drinking coffee, heavy on the caffeine.
"You say your greens were too salty, m'am?"
"Yes, officer. I ate the whole bowl and then retreated to the bathroom and threw up."
"Sure you didn't have anything else to eat today, m'am?"
"No, I didn't eat breakfast or lunch?"
"Is this the alleged perpetrator of the crime? Your name Killer?"
"Yessir."
"Why do they call you Killer, Killer? Have you been in the big house before? Don't lie to me-these kind of things are easily checked."
"It's just a name we use in the hood. Killer, playa, bling, it's all good."
"All right, Killer. Why did you over salt the greens?"
"I made 'em by the recipe, officer."
"Look, Killer. This is a serious offense. Just come clean and we'll go easy on you."
[ turns to partner in private ] "We may have to use the good cop, bad cop philosophy!"
[ winks ] "Right!"
"M'am, we want to know what you want to do. Press charges or what?"
"Well, I, uh...."
"Look, m'am, I don't want you to think I'm outta line here, but this guy, Killer, is a menace to society. If you don't press charges, I'm runnin' him in anyway."
"Yes, I want him to fry. And I want to sue him and this company!"
"Have you heard from Loss Prevention, Billy!"
"I haven't heard from them. Just voice mail, ya'know."
"Read 'em his rights! Mirandize this character. We don't want him going free on a technicality."
"Killer, you have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney...."
"Boss, call my wife and tell her what happened."
"You piece of scum. Oh, the humanity."
"Hello, I'd like to file a lawsuit and...."
"We just made America a safer place to live."
"I'm kinda disappoined we didn't get to use our good cop-bad cop ploy."
"Save it. I heard O.J.'s back in town."
"Right!"
"Billy, any word from Loss Prevention?"
"Killer, a guest just complained to me. Said her turnip greens were too salty."
"Boss, you know my greens are always right. I measured the combination seasoning [ salt and white peppa ] like I always do."
"Sorry, Killer. She's sworn out a complaint. Police are on the way. You may be looking at time."
"Boss, this is the stupidest thing I ever heard of. Is this a joke?"
"Sorry, Killer. I wish it were true, but this is a serious matter. The guest said we can't be oversalting the food. Billy, [ asst. mgr. ] get Loss Prevention on the line, pronto."
The police arrive. The participants huddle in the private dining room. They include Killer, accused of oversalting the greens; the G.M., the guest and two burly police officers. Both cops are drinking coffee, heavy on the caffeine.
"You say your greens were too salty, m'am?"
"Yes, officer. I ate the whole bowl and then retreated to the bathroom and threw up."
"Sure you didn't have anything else to eat today, m'am?"
"No, I didn't eat breakfast or lunch?"
"Is this the alleged perpetrator of the crime? Your name Killer?"
"Yessir."
"Why do they call you Killer, Killer? Have you been in the big house before? Don't lie to me-these kind of things are easily checked."
"It's just a name we use in the hood. Killer, playa, bling, it's all good."
"All right, Killer. Why did you over salt the greens?"
"I made 'em by the recipe, officer."
"Look, Killer. This is a serious offense. Just come clean and we'll go easy on you."
[ turns to partner in private ] "We may have to use the good cop, bad cop philosophy!"
[ winks ] "Right!"
"M'am, we want to know what you want to do. Press charges or what?"
"Well, I, uh...."
"Look, m'am, I don't want you to think I'm outta line here, but this guy, Killer, is a menace to society. If you don't press charges, I'm runnin' him in anyway."
"Yes, I want him to fry. And I want to sue him and this company!"
"Have you heard from Loss Prevention, Billy!"
"I haven't heard from them. Just voice mail, ya'know."
"Read 'em his rights! Mirandize this character. We don't want him going free on a technicality."
"Killer, you have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney...."
"Boss, call my wife and tell her what happened."
"You piece of scum. Oh, the humanity."
"Hello, I'd like to file a lawsuit and...."
"We just made America a safer place to live."
"I'm kinda disappoined we didn't get to use our good cop-bad cop ploy."
"Save it. I heard O.J.'s back in town."
"Right!"
"Billy, any word from Loss Prevention?"
"You're Under Arrest" or "Dragnet 2007"
A McDonald's employee spent a night in jail and is facing criminal charges because a police officer's burger was too salty, so salty that he says it made him sick.
Kendra Bull was arrested Friday, charged with misdemeanor reckless conduct and freed on $1,000 bail.
Bull, 20, said she accidentally spilled salt on hamburger meat and told her supervisor and a co-worker, who "tried to thump the salt off."
On her break, she ate a burger made with the salty meat. "It didn't make me sick," Bull told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
But then Police Officer Wendell Adams got a burger made with the oversalted meat, and he returned a short time later and told the manager it made him sick.
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Luckily I was never arrested for serving salty food. There were times I could have spent a few nights in the hoosegow. Especially if Officer Adams had dined with me and my staff on a night where he perceived the food as being too salty.
The company I once toiled for seasoned its food to the "t." And if an overzealous cook failed to measure the ingredients precisely, a catastrophe was a'waiting to happen. I heard the numerous complaints and suggestions:
"You can add salt and peppa to your food, but you can't remove it."
"People are suffering from high blood pressure, diabetes, and other assorted maladies. Icksnay the salt"
"Your cook had a heavy hand tonite!"
Caveat emptor, eh? v.c.
P.S. I like Freddy K's comments: Especially: "What is next, ice cream to cold and made his head hurt?"
By Freddy K.
Sep 10, 2007 3:17 PM | Link to this
You mean to say that this young lady was arrested and put in jail for to much salt on a hamburger? That is the biggest crock of Horse sht and abuse of power by a police officer I have ever heard of. Is the office a real dumb arse. So stupid that he didn't not know he could take the burger back like the rest of us do.
Just seems like the law officer if they were indeed doing their job instead sf sponging a free burger was out doing their job. THey would have more important things to do that arrest a "burger salter" cause his dumb *** ate and it made him sick.
I reckon if his wife or girlfriend had made him a to salty burger he would have arrested them, if not drop the charges od "over burger salting" and move on.
DAMN! I heard it all now. What is next, ice cream to cold and made his head hurt?
Kendra Bull was arrested Friday, charged with misdemeanor reckless conduct and freed on $1,000 bail.
Bull, 20, said she accidentally spilled salt on hamburger meat and told her supervisor and a co-worker, who "tried to thump the salt off."
On her break, she ate a burger made with the salty meat. "It didn't make me sick," Bull told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
But then Police Officer Wendell Adams got a burger made with the oversalted meat, and he returned a short time later and told the manager it made him sick.
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Luckily I was never arrested for serving salty food. There were times I could have spent a few nights in the hoosegow. Especially if Officer Adams had dined with me and my staff on a night where he perceived the food as being too salty.
The company I once toiled for seasoned its food to the "t." And if an overzealous cook failed to measure the ingredients precisely, a catastrophe was a'waiting to happen. I heard the numerous complaints and suggestions:
"You can add salt and peppa to your food, but you can't remove it."
"People are suffering from high blood pressure, diabetes, and other assorted maladies. Icksnay the salt"
"Your cook had a heavy hand tonite!"
Caveat emptor, eh? v.c.
P.S. I like Freddy K's comments: Especially: "What is next, ice cream to cold and made his head hurt?"
By Freddy K.
Sep 10, 2007 3:17 PM | Link to this
You mean to say that this young lady was arrested and put in jail for to much salt on a hamburger? That is the biggest crock of Horse sht and abuse of power by a police officer I have ever heard of. Is the office a real dumb arse. So stupid that he didn't not know he could take the burger back like the rest of us do.
Just seems like the law officer if they were indeed doing their job instead sf sponging a free burger was out doing their job. THey would have more important things to do that arrest a "burger salter" cause his dumb *** ate and it made him sick.
I reckon if his wife or girlfriend had made him a to salty burger he would have arrested them, if not drop the charges od "over burger salting" and move on.
DAMN! I heard it all now. What is next, ice cream to cold and made his head hurt?
Sunday, September 09, 2007
"Quiet on the Pond"
Well, it's been [ see title of tonite's foray ] lately. The proprietor hasn't had much to write about....until tonite.
Seems the Falcons, who were vickless, got their lunch handed to them. They did have a chance to make the score 7-3 right before halftime but their new field goal kicker hooked the ball to the right. He looked like he was about 15 years old. Our new q.b., Joey Harrington, was a bit miffed when he saw the ball go awry. He didn't hide his displeasure either.
The Dawgs got beat Saturday by their old nemesis, Steve Spurrier, who is now the head coach at the University of South Carolina. The Dawgs fans should have pulled out their old t shirts. The ones that read: "Will Rodgers never met a man he didn't like." [ front side ] "He never met Steve Spurrier." [ back of t shirt ]
Switching gears-enough football. I had the pleasure tonite of talking to pictruandtru from the Yahoo board. Had never talked to him; didn't have a clue as to who he was. But we chatted and I found out a good bit about the enigmatic ex- yahootster, er, yahooster.
We had a lot of fun writing on the Yahoo message board. Back in the early days of the millineum and a few years beyond. And always under the cloak of anonymity. Speaking of which: wonder whatever happened to clifhenry, bongobob, and ibbq4you2? And alybro and chuckwagon stew?
Pictru once wrote a delicious foray about how our old company once peeled apples for apple pies. Enhanced with the flavors of oleomargarine, sugar and cinnamon.
*side note: I had never heard of an oleomargarine, until I began work for the Golden Arches, er, Piccadilly.
If memory serves, his foray also mentioned the staff's crisp uniforms, and meringue that stood tall. The bored, of which yours truly was a member, ate it up with a spoon. It was a magnificent post that hearkened back to the days of yesteryear. When the company was solvent and bankruptcy was something other companies did.
The hootster always knew how to index old posts. Do you still have the above mentioned one?
Alas, my time has run out. Until the next foray, v.c.
P.S. Rock, I saw you in the grandstands, allah Seymour Butts. And whatever happened to Chester Drawers?
Seems the Falcons, who were vickless, got their lunch handed to them. They did have a chance to make the score 7-3 right before halftime but their new field goal kicker hooked the ball to the right. He looked like he was about 15 years old. Our new q.b., Joey Harrington, was a bit miffed when he saw the ball go awry. He didn't hide his displeasure either.
The Dawgs got beat Saturday by their old nemesis, Steve Spurrier, who is now the head coach at the University of South Carolina. The Dawgs fans should have pulled out their old t shirts. The ones that read: "Will Rodgers never met a man he didn't like." [ front side ] "He never met Steve Spurrier." [ back of t shirt ]
Switching gears-enough football. I had the pleasure tonite of talking to pictruandtru from the Yahoo board. Had never talked to him; didn't have a clue as to who he was. But we chatted and I found out a good bit about the enigmatic ex- yahootster, er, yahooster.
We had a lot of fun writing on the Yahoo message board. Back in the early days of the millineum and a few years beyond. And always under the cloak of anonymity. Speaking of which: wonder whatever happened to clifhenry, bongobob, and ibbq4you2? And alybro and chuckwagon stew?
Pictru once wrote a delicious foray about how our old company once peeled apples for apple pies. Enhanced with the flavors of oleomargarine, sugar and cinnamon.
*side note: I had never heard of an oleomargarine, until I began work for the Golden Arches, er, Piccadilly.
If memory serves, his foray also mentioned the staff's crisp uniforms, and meringue that stood tall. The bored, of which yours truly was a member, ate it up with a spoon. It was a magnificent post that hearkened back to the days of yesteryear. When the company was solvent and bankruptcy was something other companies did.
The hootster always knew how to index old posts. Do you still have the above mentioned one?
Alas, my time has run out. Until the next foray, v.c.
P.S. Rock, I saw you in the grandstands, allah Seymour Butts. And whatever happened to Chester Drawers?
Thursday, September 06, 2007
"A Tip of the Cap"`
To the bbq man for providing the "Homeland Security" photo. As the popular phrase goes: "it is what it is."
Switching gears-haven't done that since we got rid of the VW many moons ago-tonite kicks off the NFL season. With da Colts vs. Da Saints. Manning vs. Brees. Indy, the heartland, vs. N'awlins, the home of recent devestation.
It's time for me to make my picks, via HBO.com. So I'll see you later.
Gotta go with Indy in this one. The point spread is now 5.5.
Handicapper, v.c.
P.S. I remember going to Panama City in the bug. Exhausted after a 300 mile foray from G.P. to the land of white-sand beaches.
Switching gears-haven't done that since we got rid of the VW many moons ago-tonite kicks off the NFL season. With da Colts vs. Da Saints. Manning vs. Brees. Indy, the heartland, vs. N'awlins, the home of recent devestation.
It's time for me to make my picks, via HBO.com. So I'll see you later.
Gotta go with Indy in this one. The point spread is now 5.5.
Handicapper, v.c.
P.S. I remember going to Panama City in the bug. Exhausted after a 300 mile foray from G.P. to the land of white-sand beaches.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
"Back Door"
I wanted to make a comment to you, hoots and rock, and this is the easiest way. I just bought a spyware and anti-virus cd for 50 bucks, and it hasn't solved my computer affliction. So I'm going through the back door. 50 bucks down the drain, eh? And when you're unemployed a fitty is like a thousand.
Boys/Giants? At first glance I'm thinking Rangers and Barry Bonds. How dumb of me? Post Parcells, and who can forget Tony Romo fumbling the snap in last year's playoff game? Decidedly, Bill had had enough. Big Tuna that he is....was. Maybe another gig with Nutri-Systems will help allah Don Shula.
Shula and Landry were ignominiously dumped after fruitful careers. Reminds me of Bobby Cox who keeps making some questionable decisions. i.e. playing Willie Harris [ 0-25 ] instead of Matt Diaz. He's too into the %'s. For once I'd like to see him stray from them and go with his gut. And howze old Saltalamachia doing these days?
The above names are foreign to the hootster. Surprised he even knows Michael Vick. Here in Hotlanta you'd have to be a monk not to know the vickster. Maybe he'll return one day-after prison-and play for da Browns and the denizens there known as the-dare I write it-the dog pound. Woof woof. Oh, yeah, the Dawgs beat up on Oklahoma State Saturday, and the Jackets handed Charlie Weiss ( ex genius ) his head.
Mention Kurds and Whey and the hootster springs into action. The popular phrase comes to mind: "it is what it is!"
Mebbe old Wade Phillips will have the Boys ready Sunday. We'll be dickless, er, Vickless when we head to the Minnesota Metrodome. No frozen tundra, allah Green Bay, because it's played indoors now. I'll always remember that awful place with the huge teflon garbage bags in the outfield.
Lonnie Smith got deked out in game 7 of the World Series circa 1991 or was it '92 and DIDN'T score from first base on a ball hit over Kirby Puckett's head. In the 9th inning. Deked by the second basemen. Or was it the shortstop?
I'll look for you in the crowd, Rock, but it's unlikely the hootster will be viewing.
Falcons 27 Minnesota 24. Cowboys 65 Giants 0.
My predictions, v.c.
P.S. And how 'bout them cheap shots from Rowdy Rondee Barber. Seems he doesn't care for Tom Coughlin. Dissension anyone?
Boys/Giants? At first glance I'm thinking Rangers and Barry Bonds. How dumb of me? Post Parcells, and who can forget Tony Romo fumbling the snap in last year's playoff game? Decidedly, Bill had had enough. Big Tuna that he is....was. Maybe another gig with Nutri-Systems will help allah Don Shula.
Shula and Landry were ignominiously dumped after fruitful careers. Reminds me of Bobby Cox who keeps making some questionable decisions. i.e. playing Willie Harris [ 0-25 ] instead of Matt Diaz. He's too into the %'s. For once I'd like to see him stray from them and go with his gut. And howze old Saltalamachia doing these days?
The above names are foreign to the hootster. Surprised he even knows Michael Vick. Here in Hotlanta you'd have to be a monk not to know the vickster. Maybe he'll return one day-after prison-and play for da Browns and the denizens there known as the-dare I write it-the dog pound. Woof woof. Oh, yeah, the Dawgs beat up on Oklahoma State Saturday, and the Jackets handed Charlie Weiss ( ex genius ) his head.
Mention Kurds and Whey and the hootster springs into action. The popular phrase comes to mind: "it is what it is!"
Mebbe old Wade Phillips will have the Boys ready Sunday. We'll be dickless, er, Vickless when we head to the Minnesota Metrodome. No frozen tundra, allah Green Bay, because it's played indoors now. I'll always remember that awful place with the huge teflon garbage bags in the outfield.
Lonnie Smith got deked out in game 7 of the World Series circa 1991 or was it '92 and DIDN'T score from first base on a ball hit over Kirby Puckett's head. In the 9th inning. Deked by the second basemen. Or was it the shortstop?
I'll look for you in the crowd, Rock, but it's unlikely the hootster will be viewing.
Falcons 27 Minnesota 24. Cowboys 65 Giants 0.
My predictions, v.c.
P.S. And how 'bout them cheap shots from Rowdy Rondee Barber. Seems he doesn't care for Tom Coughlin. Dissension anyone?
Sunday, September 02, 2007
"Margaret Mitchell Anyone?"
The proprietor of the Pond is currently reading GWTW, as chronicled in earlier forays into the infantile. Great reading, imho. And what a story!
Anyone who wants to get a feel for Southern Culture or to understand Southern Culture, this is the book to read. I wish I had read it years ago like during my teen years or young adulthood. It is incredble at this stage in my life to understand finally the culture from whence I came.
It should be required reading in schools. But because of the way the black slave is treated and the language used concerning them and the stereotypes, it ain't gonna happen.
What I have learned!
1) Women were thought to be inferior, especially when it came to business. And mathematics and fractions.
2) Women were thought to be scared and timid creatures.
3) A good southerner had to be careful about "what the neighbors might think!"
4) A man living off a woman was unpardonable.
5) Blacks like to bring bad news. I sensed this all the years I worked in the food biz with African-Americans.
There are more, but I'm writing this off the cuff. With no notes. I'm at the stage of the novel where Scarlett has married Mr. Kennedy, so she can save Tara. And Rhett has just told her he has half a million dollars stashed away in-where else-but Liverpool, England. But it's a bit too late for the duo to marry. Tara needed saving, and Rhett was in jail awaiting to be hanged for killing an uppity negro. ( Exhibit A for no required reading in government schools. If I were black, it would be hard for me to read it.
I really have learned more about my southern heritage. I see where it all originated. It has been enlightening, to say the least.
I'm ready for tonight's installment, so the proprietor of the Pond sends a hearty, southern farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. The edition I am reading is from the 70's. Over 20 million people had read it by then. And no telling how many have seen the movie. Certainly the most watched film of all time. I once saw a documentary on the making of the film. How David O. Selznick fired the gay director, Victor Fleming, and replaced him with a man's man, George Cukor, with whom Clark Gable identified. Vivien Leigh enjoyed Fleming and wanted him to stay.
However, Cukor has a nervous breakdown while filming, because of the many days and nights of filming and rewrites. Even Selznick takes a turn to keep the film on course. Cukor did return to finish the film. Ironically, Fleming is credited with the direction.
Even with all the chaos the film is undoubtedly one of the finest movies ever made. Once I'm finished with the book, I definitely want to see the movie. Again.
P.S.S. Fiddle dee dee
Anyone who wants to get a feel for Southern Culture or to understand Southern Culture, this is the book to read. I wish I had read it years ago like during my teen years or young adulthood. It is incredble at this stage in my life to understand finally the culture from whence I came.
It should be required reading in schools. But because of the way the black slave is treated and the language used concerning them and the stereotypes, it ain't gonna happen.
What I have learned!
1) Women were thought to be inferior, especially when it came to business. And mathematics and fractions.
2) Women were thought to be scared and timid creatures.
3) A good southerner had to be careful about "what the neighbors might think!"
4) A man living off a woman was unpardonable.
5) Blacks like to bring bad news. I sensed this all the years I worked in the food biz with African-Americans.
There are more, but I'm writing this off the cuff. With no notes. I'm at the stage of the novel where Scarlett has married Mr. Kennedy, so she can save Tara. And Rhett has just told her he has half a million dollars stashed away in-where else-but Liverpool, England. But it's a bit too late for the duo to marry. Tara needed saving, and Rhett was in jail awaiting to be hanged for killing an uppity negro. ( Exhibit A for no required reading in government schools. If I were black, it would be hard for me to read it.
I really have learned more about my southern heritage. I see where it all originated. It has been enlightening, to say the least.
I'm ready for tonight's installment, so the proprietor of the Pond sends a hearty, southern farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. The edition I am reading is from the 70's. Over 20 million people had read it by then. And no telling how many have seen the movie. Certainly the most watched film of all time. I once saw a documentary on the making of the film. How David O. Selznick fired the gay director, Victor Fleming, and replaced him with a man's man, George Cukor, with whom Clark Gable identified. Vivien Leigh enjoyed Fleming and wanted him to stay.
However, Cukor has a nervous breakdown while filming, because of the many days and nights of filming and rewrites. Even Selznick takes a turn to keep the film on course. Cukor did return to finish the film. Ironically, Fleming is credited with the direction.
Even with all the chaos the film is undoubtedly one of the finest movies ever made. Once I'm finished with the book, I definitely want to see the movie. Again.
P.S.S. Fiddle dee dee
Saturday, September 01, 2007
" Wedding"
The above pictures are lovely....and cute. And who doesn't enjoy a wedding. Especially when you have a blushing bride and a beaming groom.
A tip of the cap to Slippery. Who's been aol, er, awol lately.
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