Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Because of a being in the wrong lane we were whooshed on Johnson Ferry Road going north towards Shallowford Road. Since we were headed that way anyway we decided to eat at Grand Champion BBQ. We haven’t been there in a long time. Grand Champion was owned by a group of people, all who schooled to be Southern BBQ experts. They all trained under the king of Marietta BBQ Sam Huff and worked for him too before going out on their own. When we first went Grand Champion we talked to one of the owner’s wives. She was friendly and knew the BBQ business. The first time I was there I ordered ribs and was impressed. I think the second time I order a brisket sandwich and was impressed it need no sauce. Anyway, back to the present. We drove into the shopping center Grand Champion was at and it isn’t there. SMOKEHOUSE BBQ was in its place. We went in anyway, to compare their BBQ. Inside nothing had changed. Cecile was standing behind the counter, like she always has been for the past ten years or so. They bought the place out from their partners. Same BBQ. Their ex-partners, Cecile said, still on several Grand Champions sprawled over Cobb County and Atlanta. For my first two stories on Grand Champion go to my blog Chicken-fat.com and go to the search blank on the left side of the banner header and type Grand Champion BBQ.
After dealing with two septic tank repair companies in the past few days I learned what the word SLUDGE is. I was thinking about nameing a new blog I am working on DINGLEBERRY but am about to changed my mind and make it SLUDGE. It seems to have a heavier meaning.
R.I.P. Stan Lee Some pictures of my cousin Patti Hunter Bagley and her husband \Mark rubbing elbows with Stan Lee. Actually, Stan was Mark’s boss. Mark is one of the artists of the comicbook SPIDERMAN. When I think of Stan Lee I think of many years ago he gave a starving artist (cartoonist), my hero, Harvey Kurtzman a job writing the HEY LOOK! Series fillers for MARVEL Comics. Harvey went on to create MAD Comicbooks and MAD Magazine.
Monday, November 29, 2021
I walked up our driveway a short time ago to check on our mail. About halfway the little Chihuahua came running from across streer fiercely barking like he always does. Usually he gets at my feet and bark and growl and dares me to take my next I step. I take the next step and he jumps out of the way and has more reason to bark. Today I barked back. I spread my arms wide like a hawk ready to pounce and let out a deep serious huffy grown. The Chihuahua took off running but looking behind at me, still barking. Then I heard the daughter (age about 45) scream at the dog. I couldn’t understand what the daughter said. Her voice was coming from the balcony. Because of the sun, I could not see her or how many people were there. She rarely goes out on the balcony unless she has friends over. Damn. I hate putting on a show and not knowing it.
I stumbled onto this while reading BATHROOM READER 2. It is just a short paragraph or a long sentence. But it says a lot: Bicycle pedal reflectors were invented by Anton Loibi (1900-1979), who happened to work as Hitler’s driver! Humane? I did a little skimming Google research and found that Anton was in the bike selling business. And the Nazis would not ride bikes at night. In the dark, somebody could get hut. So Anto invented the refleftors to sell his bikes to the Nazis. It did not take long to rub elnows with the right people and ended up at Hitler's driver. What happened to him after the war is a mystery.
Sunday, November 28, 2021
“You got a sticker!” Dickens said when he saw 6-year-old Benjamin Hunter, whose parents had gone to the polls that day and secured an “I Voted” sticker for the youngster. Atlanta City Councilwoman Carla Smith watches as mayoral candidate Andre Dickens speak to a group of constituents at Grant Park on Saturday, November 20, 2021. Miguel Martinez for The Atlanta Journal-Constitution Caption Credit: Miguel Martinez for The Atlanta Journal-Constitution The 6-year-old then put on his reporter hat: “What are you gonna do when you become mayor?” he asked Dickens. The councilman mentioned the gazebo that recently burned down in the park: “We’re gonna build that back up and you can have a place to play.”
Have you ever heard of THE SPIRIT? He was a super hero, sort of. He was a detective that was supposed to be dead. Being dead, he could slip around unnoticed and solve crimes. THE SPIRIT comic strip was a big thing in the early 50s AND 60S. I like the reallistic illustration of city living.
Saturday, November 27, 2021
We got our Christmas Tree up and only had one problem. The lights. We got the gadget out that works the lights. The gadget is hooked up to the lights on one side and the other side is plugged in to the electrical wall plug-in. And it comes in with a handheld remote control. After we got the light control thing hooked up with the remote we turned it on. The Christmas Tree lights did not come on. I opened the remote and there is 9 volt battery. Aha! We have used this remote control for probably close to 10, maybe more, Christmas seasons. The 9 volt probably just lived its course. While at Krogerfs we bought a 9 volt battery. When we got home I couldn't wait to replace the 9 volt battery. I did and it still did not work. I reviewed my 9 volt connections and even unplugged and replugged it. It still did not work. Did we bought a dead battery? I think I would hate to return that battger because I was so eager to put the battery in, I tore the cardboard package to pieces. I decided to check all the connections again, even the Christmas Tree connections. Everything looked like they were connected correctly. Then I followed the electrical source to the wall. The 5 or 6 plug in was plugged into the wall. However, the tree lights were plugged into one socket and thing that controlled the lights was plugged into another. PROBLEM SOLVED!
I probably mentioned this before, that I noticed that old men love to flirt with nurses and receptionists. Today in the doctors office waiting room there was an elderly man there that had a charming dignified wit. When he was leaving the doctor came out from the back room and told him he forgot his walking cane. The doctor jokingly told him that was nice cane, and he would like to have it himself, “What would you take for it?” The old geezer thoughtfully said, “I am leaving with either my cane or HER.” Pointing at the receptionist. I couldn’t see a smile. The receptionist said, “Give him the cane now!” (laughing).
A couple years ago at the AMC Theater near Cobb Center I walked into the Ladies Restroom. When I walked around the corner unzipping my pants and saw a row of stalls but no urinals then I realized I had chosen the wrong restroom. About that time a woman stepped out of a stall smoothing her pants, which furter confirmed my suspicion. Then today, we took my sister to the same AMC Theater for her birthday and this time I went to the right restroom and were standing up at the urninal doing my business, and maybe I should have been standing closer when a young daddy brought his little 3 or 4 daughter in and rushed her into a stall. Karma or payback is not only hell, it is also embarrassing.
Friday, November 26, 2021
Thursday, November 25, 2021
Copied and pasted from my Blog November 2013: My 2nd Thanksgiving Story, which is more memorable: Back in the early late 1950s or early 1960s a group of friends and I decided to go hunting early on Thanksgiving morning. Larry Southern knew of a place in White, Georgia, near Cartersville of endless dirt roads. Our plan was to take turns with two of us riding on the fenders and when we saw a rabbit shoot it. We have been out on dirt country roads countless times and rabbits would run out in front of us. Maybe we arrived at the destination about 2am, and proceeded to ride the dirt roads, taking turns at fender duty. We did not see any rabbits. We gave up and came upon an abandoned country unpainted shack. We built a fire in the fireplace and sat around and talked about life and gossiped. We were not getting much accomplished , we decided to drive back to Marietta. Out on the highway going to Cartersville we had a flat tire. We were driving one of Larry's father's old junk car somebody traded him for a better car (hopefully). The old heap had no spare. We sat in the car and talked and gossiped some more. Daylight began to slowly shift in. When it got light enough that we could see some things around us we saw we were parked across the road from a house. Beside the house was a pasture and behind the house was a little hill. Near the top of the hill was an outhouse, maybe 50 feet from the house. Larry said he was going to use that outhouse. We knew he meant it. He loved to use outhouses. Monty and Johnny tried to talk him out of it. He wouldn't listen their reasoning. He got out of the car and walked beside the house and up the hill. Something you need to know about Larry: He was then a shy person. He would do sneaky things but hoped he would never get caught, it was too embarrassing. When he did get caught he scratched his forehead so his hand would cover his face. We have seen him scratch his forehead more than once. Larry went into the outhouse and shut the door. The rest of us sat there and talked and speculated what would happen if he got caught. Then I saw a little grey headed matron looking lady walking up hill with some newspapers in her hands. I told my friends and we were having laughing fits watching each step the lady took. She opened the door and dropped her papers.. Out bounded Larry trying to pull up his pants with one hand and scratching his forehead with the other. He ran down the hill, jumped in the car , started the engine and we rode off, flat or no flat. We got down the road a very shot distance but around a bend and out of sight and gave out of gas. This time we were in front of a service station that sold tires and gas. We started to pool our money to discovered that every one of us was broke. Somehow I got elected to go to Larry's house, or his parents' house, get his car and his money was hidden in his car, and drive back to White, Georgia. I hitchhiked back to Marietta. I lived with my family close to the 41 Hwy, or 4-Lane, as we called it locally. My last ride carried me as close as two blocks for our house. I walked into our house. My family was having Thanksgiving dinner. Invited down from Chattanooga was my mother's brother Tom Petty and his wife Mary Jo. I hurriedly ate, standing up - I was on a mission. I took my car and drove over to Larry's house and got his car. Luckily, his parents were not there - I would look awful guilty trying to explain everything to them. I left my car at Larry's parents and took Larry's car and drove back up the 4-Lane to Cartersville. That was before the I-75 was built. Right after the first street turning off into Cartersville, I gave out of gas. Back then we ran out of gas a lot. We did that a lot and just dealt with it as it happen. It was also a way of life to park on hills with the front aiming down in case we had to push our car off. I was out of gas with the mission incomplete. The only thing I knew to do was to start hitchhiking towards White and worry about Larry's car later. After all, they need the money to get gas and a tire for the heap. As I was walking backwards on the northbound lane of the US41 with my thumb out I looked over to the southbound lane and there was my four friends walking backwards with their thumbs out. I hollered and we joined up. I do not remember the details of what happened next. We got Larry's car, put gas in it and went back to white and had to walk to the owner of the service station's house to get him to open on Thanksgiving to sell us a tire and some gas. I think he sold us a used tire for $5 and sold us gas.
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
hrowback Thursday: Veterans' Day was almost a week ago. Maybe I can squeeze in one more Veterans' picture. This is the Marietta Georgia National Guard unit that my Daddy was in. It was taken in 1936 at Camp Foster, Florida. Also some of Daddy's brothers, maybe most, were in the same unit. Hand printed on the bottom of the picture is: Co. M, 122nd Inf, Ga. National Guard at Camp Foster, Fl., Aug 9th to 22nd 1936. I recognize Daddy (Edwin Tyson "Ed" Hunter, Sr.) being the 2nd man from the left on the 2nd row. Also I recognize his brother (John) Stanley Hunter in the front center row with a dark shirt. Stanley turned 16 years of age just about a month and a half before the picture is dated. ON THIS DAY
That reminds me of the summer I turned 16 I was a go-for for a construction company. They were laying a waterline in Kennesaw. Many days we ate our lunch on the loading platform of the train depot with our legs dangling. I remember my favorite dish then was sardines, second only to vienna sausages. Soda crackers with both, of course.
There is a restaurant in Woodstock named Sempe Fi Bar and Grille. It was founded by two retired Marines and they still run it. They have a lot of Marine remembrances on the walls. They also have good hamburgers. They celebrated the 244th US Marine Corps Birthday, Sunday, November 10th, 2019. I think a certain braggart was there. Apparently, there is a braggart that shows up there occasionally that brags about some combats he wasn’t really part of. They call this “Stolen Valor” and it is a Federal crime. They take it very seriously. Stolen Valor reminds me the movie MY DOG SKIP and a young man named Gene in Marietta in the 1940s. He was home from the war. He drover a motor scooter around town. On the edge of the Clay Homes, behind the newly Greyhound Station was a new school for vets home from the war and needed to learn a trade. there a lot in the parking lot sitting on his scooter telling his heroic stories. We little kids thought he was a war hero, like "Why did they need all those other soldiers for?" I don't know if Gene attended classes there or not. I don't know if Gene made it all up the tales or heard them from other soldiers. Gene was shell shocked, as they call it back then. The reason Gene was shell shocked was he faced combat conditions. The enemy was trying to kill him and his fellow soldiers. It got the best of him.
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
Because of a irritated sciatic nerve I need to do a good walk almost every day. The days I don’t get around to it are the days I wish I had. But now cold weather is flirting with my walks made me realize I need a pair of gloves to keep the cold out. I knew that was coming but kept putting it off. For one thing, each winter I go through two or three pairs during the season, I mostly blame that on just misplacing them. Sometimes they show up months or years later and sometimes they don’t. Expensive. So, I realized sometimes the Dollar Stores have something like that for a buck so I dropped by one today and bought a package of 2 pairs for $1. That is 25 cents per glove! I thought before I walked in the Dollar Store “What if the only pair og gloves they have for a dollar are boing gloves?” Just kidding myself. That’s all.
It is Steve Tolbert's birthday. Yesterday at the hospital was a man who from behind looked just like Steve. He was walking in front of me, hurriedly, for the opened elevator door. As a joke on Steve I was going to yank the back of his shirttail out.....that would catch him by surprised! As I got closer and about to grab to yank his head turned slightly and I saw it wasn't Steve after all. Whew! That was close! The man almost got a surprised that he could talk about the rest of the day.
Monday, November 22, 2021
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Art by B. Kristein. He had regularly illustrated for the EC horror and war comics Doing MAD stuff is rare. He only did MAD stories twice. Story is llikely by editor Harvey Kurtzman. Be sure and click each panel to make them readable and hopefully undersandable
Saturday, November 20, 2021
Back in school I when I did research for a report, I retained that information for life, sometimes. At work one time, before retirement, the subject of Llamas came up. I said by reflex, “Llamas? They are from Peru and other points in South America. If you are mean to them they will spit a tobacco like stuff in your face.” Someone said, “Where do you get that shit? You are always coming up with something weird.” I said, “Oh just a report in the 5th grade I did on Llamas’ Oh did you know their name starts with two Ls?” Should you capitalize both Ls? I do not know, if I knew, I forgot.
I think I missed my calling. Again, today I found myself being the doorman of almost everybody coming and going out of a restaurant we went to. We had lunch at Jim and Nick's on South Cobb Drive, near the NW Connector. When we paid our bill Anna went to the restroom. It was raining so we agreed that I would stand just outside of entrance door, on their little porch , where there was a roof, and wait for Anna with her umbrella. As soon as I was out I heard a noise at the door. There was a lady putting down her left over food bags and to open the door. I saw no reason she should do that when I was just standing there, so I opened the door for her. She thanked me.. As soon as she walked away here came another lady holding a baby. I couldn't let her put her baby down just to open the door. I held it opened for her and got a warm appreciative thanks. Similar situations happened 4 or 5 times before Anna got there. One person did not thank or acknowledged me at all, or I was invisible and that person probably thought the door automatically swung opened when it sensed someone coming.
Friday, November 19, 2021
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
We went to Costco the other day. I did like I always do when I first enter Costco: case the free samples. I check out each sampler server to see if they are new. If they are new they are usually nervous and a pushover for allowing you to return for seconds or thirds. Some I recognized as the ones that go back the book and gives you a sales spill on the way you prepare it and the nutrician - be patient and politely listen, your food from the previous stands need to digest anyway. After a while you learn which ones don’t are how many samples you get as long as you act impressed with what they save about themselves. And there are some that actually resent you trying to get more samples and remind you to quit freeloading and buy the product. Which reminds of a little hyper server that would remind you in a second that it is your second visit without picking up a package of whatever. This lady was very religious who visited people in nursing homes on their death beds to pray fly them on her off day. I know I saw her. Also one time The Marietta Journal did an article on her a couple years. It surprised me of her age in the article. It said she was in her high 80s and I thought she was in her low 70s. Today I remembered I haven’t seen her lately and I asked a server that has been with them for years where was the little hyper lady. She told me the lady died last year. I told her I was sorry to hear that as I reached over and got a second free sample off her tray.
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
Monday, November 15, 2021
I don't think many people think of me much of a handyman. It is not that I am not mechanical inclined but I'm just don't want to get my hands dirty, greasy, or sticky. Ewww! Today I blew leaves off our driveway and most of my late in-laws driveway, did some more little odd-jobs. I bought a smoke detector and installed it; attached the little bracket to the ceiling, using my drill, screwdriver, and sharp eyes. Yessiree! I was on a roll! After mission accomplished I meant to hop off my little ladder like a pro. But instead making a graceful leap off the ladder my foot got caught between the rungs and I had a forceful crash landing. While lying on the hall's floor I did a mental body check. I felt like my ribs and left armpit socket was knocked out of whack. But after hobbling around making excuses and then taking a mile walk it got my body fluids circulating and I almost as good as new. But it still hurts when I laugh.
Sunday, November 14, 2021
Saturday, November 13, 2021
Friday, November 12, 2021
I saw on the news yesterday that the authorities marked the spot with a marble plaque giving Richard Jewell credit for reconizing a bomb was about to go off at the Atlanta Olympics in 1996, thus saving hundreds of lives by getting the crowd to move. For a while a was the FBI's Chief Suspect. Mr Jewell did not live long enough to see his plaque and the humble pie served with it. It reminded me of a blog I wrote on chicken-fat years ago, about that years ago:
Thursday, November 11, 2021
As I noted earlier we went to Big Bad Daddy’s Burgers for a free meal on Veterans’ Day. We have been to Big Bad Daddy’s several times. Strangly, we have ended up eating in the same booth all but once. How do we end up siting in the same seat almost every time? Simple. Due to our early trait we are almost always the first customers there. And our favorite booth is the first booth from the entrance door. Sitting almost next to entrance and the free offer today of Veterans Eat Free, boy are they in for a surprise when they read the fine print, I noticed most people arriving had a store bought loud color ballcap with the name of their ship or base on it. Are they expecting a by-chance accidental retunion? I posing with my cap I sent off for and paid for, see below. Those private enterprize caps are not official proof that you are a veteran. You need a form called a DD 214 that offers proof you were officially honorably discharged. HOWEVER! Average Vets do not carry around their DD214 form. They carry around a drivers license or some other official ID with a little the word “Veteran” somewhere on it. Today I wasn’t asked for any proof of my status. Which makes me wonder why they check closely at the grocery store checkout when I buy one can of beer. Look at my picture again. Do I look 15 years of age or under?
Ahoy there. I eats my spinach! Shanghai is not only a name of a city it is also what the action of snatching up people near the docks and putting them to work on ships. Their incentive to do ship work was if they didn’t the would be thrown overboard. Portland, Oregon, led the count on most people in the U.S. that was Shangehaid. Here I am sailing aboard the USS NEWPORTS NEWS. KAKAKAKA (that’s me imitating Popeye chuckling). My work area where I was Shanghaid. Nah I was just joshing you. This post also has my friend Reuben a few seconds after or before my picture was taken. We each took turns taking each other pictures. Reuben me in August 1963 at Lakehurst, New Jersey, and have kept up with each other since. He made a lifer’s career in the Navy retiring as a Warrant Officer, now living in Thailand. HAPPY VETERAN’S DAY!
Wednesday, November 10, 2021
We have been shopping weekly at the same Kroger’s Grocery Store for years. We are retired, so we are not on a routine to buy groceries a certain day. For the past half year or so, almost every time we go, no matter what day it is, we see a certain man walking the aisles. He always wears the same denims, He appears to be in his late 30s. The aimless way he walks around the store without picking anything up makes me think he is homeless. On the walk in front of Krogers there is swing set for sale. A couple of times I have seen him sitting in the swing reading a very thick and bad-shape paperback book. Another time I saw him running down a hill on a sidewalk headed in the direction of Krogers. Was he late? Late for what? I wonder what he finds comfort in Kroger’s? I think I would at least pick a store that had plenty of free samples. Today, after loading the groceries in he car I returned the shopping cart to the walk in front of the store. He was sitting in the swing reading a Bible. I spoke to him for the first time. I said, “Howdy!” or something like that. He said, “God Bless you and be careful out there.” I wish I had slipped him some money.
You want more catsup? Here is more catsup. In the years 1963, 64, and 65 I was stationed at NAS Lakehurst, NJ. Our office manager some of the time was First Class O. First Class O. was an unaggressive, soft spoken, polite kind of guy. However, his wife Lucy looked like a weathered hard labor kind of person. She was loud, had no manners, and down to earth unpretentious. When First Class had duty overnight it meant a night on the town for Lucy. She made a impression on me one time, I think it was a New Years Eve we went bar hopping. The first bar we walked in the bartender ordered her out. She promptly picked up a pool ball off the pool table and said, “that is no way to speak to a fucking lady!” and threw the pool ball of a stained glass window, breaking it. This night I am talking about tho, 1st Class O was on duty and Lucy had a dinner party. She invited me and Lash from the office and two married couples. Lash was bragging about the fine spaghetti sauce he had preerected and Lucy begged Lash to make it for the dinner. I’ll skip the details, but after we sat down and started eating, a boorish guest asked Lucy if she had any catsup. I never seen Lash that mad. He looked at me and trembled. He later told me that was an insult to be proud of your sauce and someone asks for catsup. I kidded him about the catsup for years.