Written this past Saturday night or Sunday morning, depending on which way the wind blows. But never published for whatever reason.
It is 1:40 in the a,m, and yours truly is attempting to while away the time. I'm also listening to "Handel on the Law" via the radio ( WSB ) and the computer. Denizens of this world call in with their questions. Most of the time they want to sue somebody. Evidently the host is a famous lawyer, who claims on his broadcast that he "gives marginal legal advice."
A rather feminine male voice is asking if he can sue because of some predicament he suffered while being under the auspices of a rehab center. Funny interplay.
The next caller: "My wife just got ticketed for a dui....yadi yadi yadi. This caller cuts across the grain. An aberration in that she's not planning on using the "S" word. Sue for the uninitiated.
So, I'm biding my time. Trying to stay up until 3 a.m. I was resting on the sofa-bad move when you want to keep the eyelids open-but had a jolt when wondering where I had lain my prozac, er, xanax. Yes, I know anyone who reads my forays could never imagine my need for any medicines, esecially those that dull the senses.
It's 2:05 so the time is going by and my mission is possible.
Handel is taking a break, and the hourly news break is in session. Hillary says the country needs new direction; the Falcons are close to signing a new g.m., and the usual mayhem is happening all over the city and world.
I will now take a respite from toiling on the computer to grab a cup of Folgers. And whatever happened to Mrs. Olson? Mountain grown and all that.
Here's a good one. Judge Judy is being sued. Race discrimination. From some of her former team members. One litigant ( a former black team member producer ) claims Judge Judy doesn't want blacks on the show. Gotta be blonde and good-looking. Hmmmmmmm!
Supposed to get down to 38 degrees tonight. It has been pretty warm here lately after a cold snap a week or so ago. 70 plus degrees in January brings out the global warming crowd. I could enjoy a good snow. Shut down the whole city. 5 foot drifts would be nice. Raids on the supermarket. Wild hysteria from the townfolk. Plus we need the water. Yes, I would feel sorry for the homeless. And the animals. And any of those people who are forced to attend work no matter what.
I remember an old boss saying we HAD to report to work regardless of the situation. Wintry precipitation notwithstanding. He even fired out a memo after a few of us didn't open their stores.
He even recommended the hiring of a dogsled if that's what it took.
Hmmmm. Dog sled rentals in Golden Pond? Nah. But it was funny. Memorable line. And who said bosses have no sense of humor?
It's 2:26 but I'm getting sleepy....so sleepy. I do need to urinate-I know, too much information-so....hold on a minute.
Relief! We could switch gears, but we could end this deranged foray.
It's 2:41. Time to go. It's been an hour. And Handel is still answering questions.
Selah, v.c.
P.S. Due to the length of tonite's ramblings, there are no official postscripts. Only this one.
Update: Seems G.P. is in for a wintry blast tomorrow night. The denizenry has started raiding the supermarkets.
2 comments:
You may be interested in the Terry Gross interview yesterday of Astrid Kirchherr on NPR's Fresh Air.
Hamburg-born Astrid Kirchherr met the Beatles in 1960, before they were famous, when they came to perform in Germany.
An art student in Hamburg, she took some of the earliest photographs of the group — now-classic shots that capture the foursome back before Ringo joined the band, back when Stuart Sutcliffe was playing bass. And Kirchherr has often been credited with convincing the band to adopt those iconic mop-tops.
Kirchherr and Sutcliffe fell in love and got engaged — he was more of a painter than a bass player, as it turned out — and Sutcliffe quit the band to stay behind in Hamburg. But Sutcliffe died of a brain hemorrhage in 1962, and in 1964 Kirchherr accompanied her photographer friend Max Scheler to London to shoot behind-the-scenes photographs on the film A Hard Day's Night — and to capture the now internationally famous Beatles in their hometown of Liverpool.
The photos Kirchherr and Scheler took on that trip are collected in the new book Yesterday: The Beatles Once Upon a Time.
Kirchherr tells Terry Gross that when she first saw the Beatles playing in a basement dive in Hamburg — a "dark, filthy cellar ... not the kind of place where young ladies in the '50s or '60s were seen" — she was "amazed at how beautiful these boys looked. It was a photographer's dream."
Thanks for the link, Hootster. I listened to the entire interview. The photographer, Ms. Kirshherr, mentions her boyfriend, Klaus Voorman. Who was a bassist and designed the "Revolver" album cover. He also played bass on "All Things Must pass," George Harrison's breakout solo album/l.p. ( long playing )
Stu, her soulmate and a member of the Beatles in 1960 wasn't much of a bass player. John had him more or less in the band, because John considered him avant-garde. A cool dude. And his friend.
Thanks for the link. I can never savor enough of my favorite band. Their creativity and charisma are unmatched.
And God supplied them with special gifts.
I sent my e mail address to you with my comment on Hillary. It is HarryO1980@comcast.net. Why 1980? The year John Lennon died.
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