In Belize, judging from how high up the wall they mount urinals, they must think the average male tourist is seven-foot tall. I had to stand on my tippy toes to hit the target!
If you’re younger than I you may have never heard of Rusty Warren or Redd Foxx. Even if you know of Redd Foxx it’s probably from his role as Fred G. Sandford of television fame. But long before Sandford and Son, Foxx was known as the king of dirty jokes while Warren was the queen.
In the 1950s people secretly listened to Redd Foxx and Rusty Warren on long-play, 33 1/3 r.p.m., vinyl record albums which society in general viewed as extremely raunchy humor. Everyone owned a couple of these albums, or had a friend who did. Adults routinely held house parties with a part of the evening’s entertainment consisting of sitting around the record player listening to the latest album from one of these comedians.
Rusty Warren was, and still is, considered by many a major figure in the sexual revolution Continue reading You Call That a Dirty Joke?
FACTOID: Half the adults in America are now engaged in some sort of online social networking. I didn’t know that many Americans could find the on/off switch of a computer.
Speaking at a luncheon prior to the dedication of the MLK, Jr. monument in Washington, DC, Jessie Jackson made the statement that the Tea Party was nothing new, “It’s just a new name for an old game.”
The old game Jackson referenced is the argument for state’s rights. When historians examine the causes of the American Civil War they often cite issues involving state’s rights as a major reason Continue reading Nothing New About the Tea Party
Fifteen years ago I was drawn into a discussion between members of the local historical association. The topics were how to attract more members and get more community people to attend their programs and activities.
I wasn’t a member at the time but was asked for comments anyway. Maybe without thinking I answered the first question saying they needed to shake their publicly perceived image of being an elitist group trying to hold on to their claim of having descended from the town’s founders. I didn’t say this was a fair or exact image but lots of people believed it, nevertheless.
The second idea I offered was they should make their events mo’ better fun! A food event needed to be more than cheap boiled hot dogs and brownies from a mix. Continue reading Finally, Oktoberfest & a Biergarten
It was recently reported that over $60 billion dollars worth of America’s treasure has been “lost” as we’ve frolicked in the fog of Iraq and Afghanistan. I have yet to hear a fiscally conservative teabagger complain about this. Why?
Sally Turner Kennedy is one of those I wish I could model myself after. She possesses an eye for the unusual, almost always has a camera near by, and remembers to use the damned thing when something catches her eye.
My daughter Jennifer is like that, as is Linda Fugate. Both are known to grab a camera and head into the world just to see what’s worth spending some pixels on. I saw Linda and her husband recently and their purpose for being away from home was to take pictures and check out yard sales. Both worthy of time.
Jennifer will grab her camera and go searching for fields of grain, wild flowers, cloud formations, sun rises, Continue reading The Camera, Never Leave Home Without One
Most people you run into at a blues festival are only familiar with the big names in the genre. They’re all familiar with Muddy, B.B., and Buddy but they get a perplexed twist on their faces when the names R.L., Junior, or Mississippi Fred are mentioned.
R.L. is R.L. Burnside, Junior is Junior Kimbrough, Continue reading North MS Blues is Alive
A few days ago I read an editorial column in the New York Times by a favorite columnists, David Brooks. Brooks is a moderate conservative and I sometimes find myself in agreements with his social and fiscal thoughts.
On this occasion he was not writing about politics or economics, just some meaningful thoughts about quality of life. He discussed taking his family on a trip to Africa and how much more comfortable he found Continue reading Life South of the Haimish Line
The Cooking Channel has a program called Eat Street that each week visits various food trucks around the country. Seems if you can think it, someone is selling it out the side of an old bread truck or converted Airstream travel trailer. On just one-day and in just one downtown Cincinnati parking lot, I observed a mobile taco van, mobile wood-fired pizza trailer, mobile bbq pit, mobile pretzel truck, mobile espresso wagon, and mobile Cajun food truck. Cincinnati is a big place so who knows what was taking place elsewhere in the city. Continue reading Columbus Taco Trucks & More
Cleaning out my garage made me realize that most of the junk I was digging through came from yard sales. Ergo, yard sales should be outlawed.
“I heard papa tell mama, let that boy boogie-woogie, it’s in him, and it got to come out.” John Lee Hooker, Boogie Chillun’
I’ve said many times that ice cream is God’s own perfect food. If I’m ever told I have three months to live I’m not eating anything but ice cream and Lance’s cream-filled oatmeal cakes. Maybe the occasional Hostess Sno-Ball or Dolly Madison Razzie.
Other than actually eating ice cream, the next best thing is talking, reading about, or looking at pictures of ice cream. And, that’s what I like about Sally Turner Kennedy’s latest blog on North Coast Muse. It’s all about recent adventures making ice cream in her kitchen and it comes with photos.
The following column by David Brooks appeared in the September 2, 2011 edition of the New York Times. While I as a Democrat don’t agree with all Brooks has to say, he really isn’t speaking to me so much as he is speaking to his own political party. As a moderate Republican, Brooks is having the discussion all Republicans need to be having but is being avoided by the party’s elected politicians and leaders.
There’s a specter haunting American politics: national decline. Is America on the way down, and, if so, what can be done about it?
The Republicans, and Rick Perry in particular, have a reasonably strong story to tell about decline. America became great, they explain, because its citizens possessed certain vigorous virtues: self-reliance, personal responsibility, industriousness and a passion for freedom. Continue reading There’s Not a Republican in America Who Shouldn’t Read This
America has been taking the first Monday in September off since the late 1800s. The holiday rose from the labor violence of that era as a reaction to the growth of the unionism and collective bargaining. It is a day whose purpose is to honor the efforts of those who fought so hard to attain better conditions for the nation’s working classes.
In the decades that followed, the day has come more to mark the end of summer rather than a day to acknowledge the reason for the holiday itself. Labor Day is a day Continue reading As You Drink a Cold One on Monday