Tomorrow I go in for a colonoscopy. I just started drinking the sludge they give you to cleanse the system. They can perform heart surgery on unborn babies, but they can't come up with a better way to empty one's pipes. At the very least can't they improve the flavor? Sheesh!
No, that's not me. I'm showcasing Mrs. Peel/Diana Rigg because, sadly, her co-star on The Avengers, Patrick Macnee, passed away recently. I watched their show back in the dawn of time and it brought me a lot of joy. Especially seeing her spinning and kicking in her skin tight leather suit with all the zippers. Mrs. Peel was the perfect English woman--elegant, saucy, playful, strong, and sexy. And that was just her accent. Her face and figure multiplied those assets exponentially.
This is what the New York Times wrote in the On This Day posting: "On June 25, 1876, Lt. Col. George A. Custer and his 7th Cavalry were wiped out by Sioux and Cheyenne Indians in the Battle of Little Big Horn in Montana." This is a lie. The Seventh Cavalry was not wiped out. About 200 troopers with Custer were killed, and 50-60 more with the Reno-Benteen contingent, but the Seventh's strength was about 1250 men (not all of whom were in the field that day). About 80% of the Seventh Cavalry lived. You would think someone at the Times could get a simple fact like this right. Incidentally, they posted those exact words last year. Twits.
following was written by my daughter Kristine last year, and since
Father's Day is here I thought I run it. What a great kid, eh?
In spirit of Father’s Day, I thought I would say
thank you to my dad for all he has done for me. I feel so incredibly lucky that
I grew up with a father who cared so much not only about what was good for his
daughters, but also what we wanted to achieve. He was also never short on
telling us funny jokes, making us laugh with his hilarious demeanor, and
playing with us in our silly games.
My dad has so much to do with the person that I
am today and I would like to think that I have taken some of his skills and
positive qualities with me. His wit, kindness, musical artistry, writing
skills, the ability to stand up for himself, his frugality, love of history,
love of horses, and, he would never forgive me if I didn’t mention the
attractive traits of the Napier Family (ha ha). He will also go to the edge of
the earth for his family and is always there for us when we need him most. It’s
even an inspiration to me that he has given up [caffeine free] Diet Coke after
God-knows-how-many years of him drinking it. My dad himself probably thinks
it’s no big deal, but I think it’s pretty great that he didn’t decide to stay
stuck in his old ways.
Sometimes we don’t realize how good we have it
while we are growing up. I, for one, had
a dad who continuously supported me and my sister’s love of riding horses from the
time we were 10 & 11 until we were 14 & 15. We only stopped because of
my decision to do so. During that time,
we were both so passionate about horses–we did not even mind picking up horse
poop for free just to be around horses. He drove us back and forth so many
times on Saturdays and during the week when he was also working full-time. He devoted to us about as much time, or more,
than we did to our horses and I will never ever forget all that he did
especially during that time. My dad has
also supported me and my sister’s educational goals as much as possible, which
is also a wonderful gift. My drive to
score high grades and always persevere when academics seem challenging has come
from him as well. As I get older, I
realize more and more what a great dad, and parents, I have.
I can never repay you for all that you have done
for me, dad, because it is completely invaluable. But I can try.
Thank You and Happy Father’s Day to my favorite
dad in the world. I love you!
Fifty years ago this month I graduated from high school, and good riddance. I was also the lead singer of The Violations, which was odd because I wasn't much of a singer. Also in the band was Joe Travis (lead guitar/vocals), Bob Juanillo (rhythm guitar), Ronnie Morrisey (drums) and Johnny Kane (bass). Joe was a prodigy and by the time he was in his mid-teens could play circles around anyone in the county. Now, he and Bob are dead; I don't know anything about Ronnie and Johnny.
Before the summer was out I had been replaced. I didn't blame the guys at all. What little voice I had was shot. Nowadays I sound like a strangled cat when I exercise my pipes.
The Violations continued for many years with the usual personnel changes. I missed being in the band because it not only was a lot of fun, but I--a skinny geek who was dismissed by every teenage girl as beneath contempt--was now given google eyes by these same creatures. What a difference a microphone makes.
There are no photos of the group so I'm using a 1964 Beatles picture. Naturally, we did a bunch of their songs--the ones that weren't too challenging vocally, of course.
My maternal grandparents, Lina and Antonio Servidio. I don't know when the photo was taken but no later than 1950 is my estimate. I also don't know who belongs to the head in the foreground. Grandpa was a shoemaker all his life. Grandma used to crochet tablecloths and doilies and her work was exquisite.