Monday, September 27, 2010
I've just learned that George Blanda has died. I was lucky enough to be an Oakland Raiders fan in the early 1970s where Blanda was a backup quarterback and place kicker. Whenever he came on the field I was certain he would pull out a victory in the last seconds, and I was rarely wrong. He played pro football until he was a month shy of his 49th birthday, and had to be pulled from the team kicking and screaming even then. What a hell of a guy. You can see a clip about him HERE
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Goldurnit, I had to stay home today with the beginnings of a cold. I hated to burn the sick leave, but I'm hoping I might nip this before it becomes a real monster cold. I'll probably spend the weekend feeling miserable. Goldurnit.
I think this means I still have 29 days to go before retirement. Work days, that is.
My illo today shows Senator C. Estes Kefauver in a coonskin cap. Estes was famous for his committee's public inquiry into organized crime and he was from Tennessee, as was Davy Crockett.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I hope my numbers are right in this Days To Go countdown. It seems to change depending on how I count them.
We're playing war games at work and the way things are going we might as well surrender and get it over with. Quel farce.
I need to get to bed early tonight. I'm reading Mississippi Vivian, by Bill Crider and Clive Wilson, as my bedtime book and it's keeping me up late. I was a zombie today. I'd like to be a bit more lively tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Now we're talking. Thirty days hath September, Cap'n Bob, and November. "Thirty days, Jerry!" "When you're hot, you're hot." The big three-oh. Thirtysomething. That writes 30 to this story.
Random thought: I have no luck whatsoever with flashlights and lawn mowers. Every time I've owned one of these items they've either been pieces of junk from day one or, if they were good, died young. I still have a Walkman that functions fine, I had a truck for 15 years, but not a decent flashlight in the house. I have a lot of flashlights, but they all stink. Am I alone in this?
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sorry I missed the last two nights. I forgot on 33 and we had storms on 32 so I shut down the computer. It has been a quiet week anyway. I finished reading Bill Crider's MURDER IN THE AIR, his latest Sheriff Dan Rhodes mystery, and I think it's one of his best. I hope to do a real review this weekend if I find the time. I'm going to the Western Washington State Fair (The Puyallup) tomorrow and hope the rain holds off while I'm walking around. I saw some fair food prices in the paper tonight and it's shocking. A corn dog is $4.07. Bad enough they want four bucks, but the seven cents is the ultimate insult. A cheeseburger is close to ten bucks and be prepared to lay out $8.50+ for a bratwurst. Maybe I'll just snatch a chicken from the poultry exhibit and see if the guy demonstrating George Foreman Grills can cook it for me. I will get some scones for sure, though. They are the one must-have in the food department. The best part: I'm getting in for free.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
I hit the daily double--35 days left and it's Friday, the start of my three-day weekend. I like the number 35 but don't attach any special significance to it. I seem to recall a report years ago that said women reached their sexual peak at 35, but who knows if that's true. Okay, maybe some 35-year-old-women do. Any of them out there want to chime in?
The woman in the photo is Susan Hayward, an actress I've always admired.
Happy Birthday Aunt Peggy.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
36, now there's a number. Carol Doda, famous for her breast implants in the '70s, was spokes-airhead for a UHF station in the Bay Area, Channel 36. "The Perfect 36," she would coo during station breaks. The Battle of the Alamo occured in 1836, as did San Jacinto, which guaranteed Texas's freedom from Mexico. Japan invaded China in 1936. Three dozen is 36.
Happy Birthday to my kid sister Denise.
Happy anniversary to me and Linda, too. Twenty-one years.
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Today was a total bore. Ten hours at work and I did nothing. Oh wait, I did about 20 minutes' worth of work and 30 minutes of reading. Mingo finally showed up on an episode of Daniel Boone.
The year 1937, or '37 as I call it, heralded the first issue of Look magazine. H.P. Lovecraft died. The first science Fiction convention was held in Leeds, England.
I do want to wish Tough Jim Gaston luck with his operation. He's scheduled for an angioplasty today.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
I can't think of one thing about the number 38 that is significant. Jayne Mansfield's chest? No matter. I would like to take a moment to say happy birthday to my mother-in-law, Corinne, who is 93 today. That's almost two-and-a-half 38s.
Today I saw an old episode of Kojak and one of the punks was Michael Richards, better known as Kramer from Seinfeld. He was so young it was hard for some of my co-workers to recognize him, but the voice was unmistakable. I love watching old shows and seeing actors who hadn't made it big yet. Since we got our new break room I've also seen a number of episodes of Daniel Boone. In every one Ed Ames is shown in the opening credits but he hasn't been in any of the shows. I'll need to look that up.
I wrote a little essay about My West for Meridian West, Rich Prosch's otherwise fine blog. See it here
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Jack Benny was always 39. The year 1939 was probably the best in history for movie releases (Stagecoach, Gone With the Wind, The Wizard of Oz, etc). Germany invaded Poland in '39, initiating WWII.
Coming up for me is a 4-day weekend, so I won't count down another day until Tuesday.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Now, 40 is a good number. Life begins at 40. Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves. Forty-four forty or fight. Forty winks. I'm sure you can come up with more. A nice round number.
I mentioned yesterday that I bought a bunch of books at Half-Price on Monday. Dave "Evan" Lewis wanted to know the titles. Here they are:
The Wild Bunch, Dane Coolidge
The Portable Mark Twain
The Troopers, Mike Jameson (probably have it already)
Ride the Red Trail, Lewis B. Patten
Carston's Law, Jim Miller (Ex-Rangers series)
The Pumpkin Rollers, The Raiders, Wagontongue, and Texas Vendetta, Elmer Kelton
Bowman's Kid, Gordon D. Shirreffs
Cimarron in the Cherokee Strip, Leo P. Kelley (Cimarron series)
The Hanging Trail, Seven Wagons West, Dead Man's Saddle, Six-Gun Sombreros, and Red River Revenge, Jon Sharpe (The Trailsman series)
You Can't Stop Me, Max Allan Collins
That ought to hold me for a while. That, and the thousands of others I own. Happy September.