SUNDAY FUNNIES!! WONDER WARTHOG, SUPER PATRIOT

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By Gilbert Shelton (the same cartoonist who brought you The Fabulous Freak Brothers).

An Important Announcement

We have an announcement.     

We switched the comment button to off.  If I did it right, you will not be able to make comments.  

 I had a reason for disallowing comments.  For the past week or so my blog posts have been receiving comments from people I suspect are originally from the Far East.  The comments are in a foreign language, which doesn't allow me to approve or disapprove of what is being said.  I had a person well versed in foreign languages and the Internet look at the comments.  He said it is spam in Malay, trying to lure people to their product.

No free advertisements on my watch!

A fellow blogger once told me he didn't allow comments because they are a pain in the ass.  He had a point.

After a while, I may turn on the comments button back on.  It may be weeks or months.

Does Anybody Know What Time It Is, or Really Care?

A fellow blogger, Susan, of  Patchwork  Reflections, http://patchworkreflections.blogspot.com,  had an interesting post about time pieces, such as watches, clocks, and the math of it all.   Check it out at http://patchworkreflections.blogspot.com/2014/01/got-time.html.

I heard recently that there is a trend among the elite, fashionable, and pacesetters to not to wear a watch for the sake of seeing what time it is.  If I understand it right it is OK to wear a watch like an expensive gold bracelet, it doesn't even have to hands or other moving parts, as long as it is chic.  It is like making the statement, "I'm so cool and worldly, time is not important t me, it is too materialistic."

If this trend continues to spread a whole lot ways of life will have to change.

When attending church is when  does the sermon start, when the pastor arrive or the  most of the  congregation?

When making a doctor's appointment  make it for "when I get there.  If you get there at  4 hours after the office is closed you can say, "How crude!  And  call the doctor at home to come back in, he didn't take into account you are a chick person that doesn't believe in watches that tell time.

If people tell  you to spring forward one hour in the spring time look at them  in pity and feel sorry for them.

If  in school your child's school principal calls you and tells you your child never arrives on time.  Just smile and shake your head and explain to them there is no such thing as time.

If you come into a movie theater and the movie has already started, demand they stop and it and start over.  If they tell you that you are late, you can say, "Not late at being cool and fashionable!  Now,  restart the movie like I told you."

If you go to a concert, the same applies.

When McDonald and other fast food restaurants take down their breakfast menu at 10:30 and you show up when the sun is in the middle of the sky (don't use the word "Noon")  demand a sausage and biscuit and tell them you might not wear a watch but your money is good as anybody's.

If they get this trend to work, next they might work on throwing away calendars unless they like seeing the monthly pictures.

Jesse the Duck

Today while shopping  my old friend Jesse was on my mind.  The last I heard Jesse was an electrician by trade but by skill and profession, a blackjack dealer in Mississippi.

I think the reason I was thinking about Jesse today was because  of the crowd.  No matter where you look there are crowds.  Jesse had a special trick he used to play on me in crowds:  If a lady is in front of me Jesse would manage to get behind me and run his hand around me and either grab or pinch her on the butt and withdraw his hand quickly.  The lady would turn around quickly and see me and if she saw Jesse standing behind me he would be looking blankly clueless.  More than once I have been threatened because of his sneaky grouping hands.  I remember one time in particular we were standing on some steps going up to the second level of a new golf driving range on the 4-Lane across from Dobbins Air Force Base.  We were waiting for the crowd of people to move on  up to the top so we could follow.  The lady in front of me jumped and turned around and  gave me a dirty look.  It took me a moment to realize Jesse was no longer beside me but behind me.  When she turned back around I looked at Jesse and he smiled - showing a mouth full of teeth.    He tried doing it again and I blocked his hand, then he tried to force his hand and we made a ruffling noise and turned around and realized the full story.  or, I think she did.  Her and her boy friend moved up a few people away from one of our reach.

Jesse was also good at coming up behind you  when you didn't realize he was near and grab your rectum area and quack like a mad duck.  He did it so sneakily and his hands felt so much like a riveting duck's bill it causes you to instantly panic.  His first cousin Larry Southern was also very good  at quacking and his hand imitating a snapping duck. Those were the good old days.

Hands on the Olympic Torch

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Our son Rocky holding the Olympic Torch

Rocky's wife, our daughter-in-law, Sabrina (right) holding the Olympic torch.

To hold the Olympic Torch is something special.  It had made trips all over the world letting people briefly hold it or carry it a specified distance.  Everybody knows what the Olympic Torch is.  It has even made a trip in outer space.  What I am wondering, when it was Rocky's turn did he wipe it clean of other people's germs.  After all, a lot of hands have been on it.  

Brumby Auditorium Post Card

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Fee Fi Fum

I smell smoke

in the Brumby Auditorium.

If these walls could talk, a lot of us would have been in trouble (including some of the faculty).

Today is Dress Up Your Pet Day!

Today is dress up your pet day!  I hope your pet enjoys it as much as you do, but I doubt it.

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Visitation at the Funeral Home

We went to  Mayes Ward Funeral Home  in downtown Marietta to pay our respects to the departed and the departed husband and daughters.   The departed  had a fair amount of blood relatives  and fellow church members there.  Because they are my in-laws I knew all the relatives but the church members  I wasn't sure about some, but I think I knew most of them too.   But did the ones that I knew know me?  No.    That is because I am invisible.  One of the church members I have seen many times in different social surroundings. He knows my in-laws well, but I know he has never really focused on me.    The little devil  sitting on my shoulder dared me to speak to him by his first name and watch his expression.  I did.  The man looked at me puzzled, first like, "I heard my name, where did it come from?  Him?"  He looked at me and I smiled.  He said, "How ya doing?"   And gave me an eye-twinkling smile.

I said, "Same ol, same ol"   And walked on.

Arnold Parish, a life-long family friend  came in.   He spoke to me by name and haven't seen me in a couple of years.  That always surprises me.   He used to live with his family in the Clay Homes.  He is about the same age as Frances.   He told me he was a volunteer in the Cancer Unit and knew the deceased's husband there,  where he was also a volunteer.

David Green, another  life-long friend came in.   He and the deceased's husband are both in the  Masons.  Poor David is having back problems.   A horse threw him and did a number on his back which he looks to be suffering terribly  with, he even now stands in a warp position.  I hope he gets relief for his back soon.

By random chance two life-long  friends  showed up at my aunt-in-law's visitation.  I wonder if  I went to any visitation of any Marietta native if I visited long enough would somebody I know come in to pay their respects?  What about two people showing up?  What do you think the chances are?  I think the chances are pretty high.

Once the widower was sitting alone.  I sat down beside him.  It didn't seem right that he should  sit along when everybody  were socializing.   He told me earlier he had to sit, his back was hurting him. He asked me how I was doing.  "Fine, and you?"

"She is better off now."

"No more pain."

"And in a better place."

I nodded.

It is good that people can come to a place that is all about their relative or friend's death and socialize and keep everything light hearted for closure.  It is like the old expression, "I'm laughing to keep from  crying."

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! LI'L ABNER SUNDAY Stories,, B&W

Remember LI'L ABNER in the Sunday Funnies?  On week days the comic strip was in black and white, however on Sundays there was a separate LI'L ABNER story running in color.  But, the only difference is these are in black and white.  These were lifted from my longtime friend Harry Greeneye's blog www.hairygreeneyeball/3.blogspot.com.

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disregard the second segment in the below.  That is the start of the next Li'l Abner Story

Tuba Skinny GIMME SOME

This is Tuba Skinny GIMME SOME, which is on their new CD.  In watching the video pay attention to Robin Rapuzzi the washboard player and the drummer next to him.  We almost have dueling percussions.

Miller Prance Poor Miller (1925-2014)

Marry Miller 1979

Mary Evelyn Prance Miller ((1925-2014).  Anna's aunt Mary Prance Miller died yesterday.  Mary  is Anna's father's sister; the youngest of six children and the last one to go.   She  died one day after her 89th birthday.  Her husband is Lamar Miller and she has two daughters Martha Cabanillas and Pat Ballew.   She worked at Rich's.   Mary was a member of Noonday Baptist Church.  She had been ill for several months.

Going Postal With Mr. Rice - Recycled

While going reviewing my old posts on chicken-fat.com I came across the below post of July 2009.  I thought I would recycle it and get some more mileage out of it.

When I started to work for the Atlanta Post Office in 1968 I worked through the night at the Parcel Post Annex off of Chattahoochee Blvd.

We had two supervisors. One of the supervisors’ last name was Rice and the other one was Beckum…. Or it may have been Beckom – who cares?

Rice was about ready to retire. He was short and had his gray hair cut in a flat top. Later I found out he had a drinking problem.

One morning about 4:30 or 5:00 he called all us to gather around him, which we did. He was sitting on a little stool. He told us he just received a call from the Main Post office that the head of operations was coming to pay us a “surprise” visit. He used his fingers to use to quote the “surprise”.

As he talked he took off one of his shoes and then his sock for that shoe and began rubbing his fingers between his toes.

He explained they were on their way now and they wanted to catch us being lax so they could go ahead a get rid of him. He said that he thought they wanted to catch him in one of the back rooms asleep and the people under him just goofing off.

He put his shoe and sock back on and took his other shoe and sock off and continued his talk and rubbing his other toes. He said, lets show them that we are hard workers… I forgot what he said but it was pep talk to get us energized.

He said life is short and we had to seize the moment.

It was about a 15 minute drive from the Main Post Office to the Parcel Post Annex where we were at.

The operation manager and his entourage walked in. Rice walked up to the operations manager and shook his hand and told him that his visit was a pleasant surprise. Then he shook the hands of the other men who came along.

Each time Rice shook a hand you could hear someone make a stuffed chuckle or a muffled giggle grunt.

Then I knew Mr. Rice was a jewel of a boss.

Tip for the Doorman

Today in the Whicher Street Parking deck I was trying to take a picture of the hospital from the deck's opening.  A lady was struggling to load some heavy stuff on  a gurney with wheels.  I asked her could I help her and she said no thank you, she had it.  So, I went on.

At the door I heard wheels rolling and turned around and saw the same lady huffing and puffing rolling the gurney full of cases and boxes.  I held the door opened for her and  I said, "I got to help you after all!"  She smiled and thanked me.

After the doctor's visit going back to the car walking out into the parking deck I saw an old lady stepping out of a car, shouting, "You mean I suppose to walk way over there?"

The young lady driving, probably her daughter, just shrugged, like saying, "How else?"  And she drove to a place further away to park.

I was walking and saw that the little lady on the walker was going to have a hard time  opening that big metal door. So, I U-turned, passed her, got to the door and held it opened while she hobbled in. 

She complained, saying, "They ought t to do something about these doors!"  

It reminded me the last time, before today, that we ate at John Boy's.   When we were leaving I held the door opened for my mother-in-law, and behind her were a few more elder people that I kept the door opened so they could come out too.  Then when  they got through  and I was about to shut the door here come another elderly couple.  Again, I  opened the door for them and held it. 

Then just as  I was about to shut it a group of business men came walking towards the door, I thought to myself, "Hell, why not?"   So,  held the door opened longer for them to walk through.  One of the well dressed men said, "Are you doing this for a tip?"  In a witty kind of way.

I returned his wit, by saying, "Of Course!"

He said, "Here's a tip, never bet on a horse with a wooden leg!"

And he got in the driver's seat of a Mercedes.  

Paul Everett Foster (1895 - 1936(

This is Anna's grandfather, Paul Everett Foster, that she never met.  He died about 12 years before she was born.   He was a Singer Sewing Machine salesman and repairman and also a teacher.  He also was in interesting pictures that represented the times of his time on earth.

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family, Paul front center

Paul right

Family, Paul front left

Paul right

Paul right

Paul standing, second from right.

Paul and Myrtle Irene Jones, fiance', proofs

Paul, Irene Jones Foster and Anna's mother.

Ernie Marrs

That blasted song from the movie INSIDE LLEWYN DAVIS has been going around and around  in my head.  It reminds me of a folk singer that lived in Atlanta in the 1960s that we met.

My Facebook friend Kathie Stehr had something about Atlanta's underground newspapers of the 60s and maybe the early part of the 70s THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD last month. 

I met Ernie Marrs, a writer and editor for THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD.  Ernie was not only a writer and editor of the BIRD, he was also a poet and song writer.  He had written several songs that sold well.  The one that stands out is PLASTIC JESUS.   He was also friends with Bob Dylan.   But he didn't quit his day job, he was also a roofer.

Years ago, shortly after we were married we were having drinks with one of Anna's co-workers Pat  at the Redwood Lounge (which I renamed the REDNECK Lounge) in Little Five Pints and Pat was telling us about her friend Ernie Marrs, which essentially she told us just about what I told you in the above paragraph except the PLASTIC JESUS part.  Pat said, "Well lets go see him, he just lives across the street."

We went across the street and behind the house  to a garage in the back.  Above the garage was an apartment, with steps  on the side, leading up to a door to the apartment.  I forgot the details but I remember I was alone at the top of the landing knocking on Ernie's door.  The girls must have been waiting in the car.  After drinking all that beer  at the Redneck Lounge I felt I had to urinate then - no waiting, I was about to burst.   Being woozy, and with no better sense, I pulled it out and starting urinating from the landing at the top of the stairs, with a good view of Atlanta.   Then, behind me on the stairs I heard somebody quickly climbing the steps.  I turned around and that was the first time I met Ernie Marrs.  I switched hands and shook hands with him.  He didn't seem to mind.  I told him Anna and Pat was down in the car.  He motioned for them to come up and they did.  Come to find out he had the hots for Pat. 

He played us some of his songs he had written and we drunk some of his beer.  He enjoyed our surprised visit as much as we did.  

It been so long ago I forgot the details but I think we had a few other encounters with him - but Anna and I were invisible, he was always focused on Pat.  He faded away in time and I think he died in the late 1980s.

Ms Rakestraw's 4th Grade Class at Waterman Street School

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Ms Rakestraw and her 4th Grade Class at Waterman Street School, Marietta, Georgia, c1950.  All left to Right:

1st Row:  Tony Hester, Eddie Hunter, Archie Richardson,  Frankie Holder,  Walker Gaines, maybe Mike Martin, Tony Partain, ?, and ?.

2nd Row:  Janice Benson, Pat Rainwater,  Betty Edwards,  Donna LeVann,  Alice Tibbetts,  ?, Pat ?, Janice Belmore, ?, and  Carolyn Mills,

3rd Row:  Mickey Wilbur, Gresham Howren, ?, Joann Mitchell, ?, ?, Jerry Flowers,  Larry Southern,  Vann Callway, Sam Carsley, and ?

Back:  Ms Rakestraw.

If you have any corrections, or have other class pictures of the glass for the 5th, and 7th grades please contact me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONAMI1!!

The Night Russian Invaded Lakehurst, New Jersey

One of these ships in the J.K. TAUSSIG.**

From July 10, 1963 to early-mid August, about a month,  I was stationed at the Charleston Naval Yards.  One day my orders came in  without notice I  was to leave immediately.  I was to report to the USS J.K. TAUSSIG docked at Lakehurst, New Jersey, immediately.  I was given a commercial plane ticket to Philadelphia and  a bus ticket from Philadelphia to Lakehurst.  

When I arrived at the Philadelphia airport  I realized that the airport was five or more miles from downtown Philadelphia where the bus station was.  I had very little money.  My fare to get to the bus station cost me almost all my money.  I only had pocket change left, less than a dollar.

But I got there!  To the gate of NAS Lakehurst, New Jersey.    At the gate was a two story building which housed security,  brig, SP Barracks, and so on*.  The duty officer and duty PO was also there.

I got out of the bus, and carried the duffle bag into the building as the bus pulled off.  I gave the Chief behind the counter  my orders.  He looked them over and laughed.  He turned around to the Duty Officer and showed him my orders.  The Officer smiled and shook his head.

I asked what was wrong.  One of them  me  there was one minor problem.  I was assigned  to the ship USS J.K. TAUSSIG but it wasn't there.  In fact, there were no ships there.  They had no dock.  They were 15 miles inland.

SHIT!

It was after dark.  They tried making a few phone calls to get some kind of clarification but people who made those kind of decisions  work from 9 to 5.  They had the duty driver carry me to the Main Enlisted Barracks .  I was assigned a bunk in large room.   It was a big bay of double bunks.   I had no idea where in the room it was, being led to it by flashlight.

In the middle of the night I had a dream.  The dream was in the barracks I slept in when I was in Charleston only a day earlier.  We were being attacked.  The dream took my present sitting and added  Russian planes flying between building shooting all life.  I ran out of the building (in my dream) and saw a Russian plane headed straight towards me with guns rat-tat-tat.  I ran in and shut to door to figure what to do next (in my dream)...  then two men in casual clothes walked in.  Obliviously, they were out drinking.  They were helpful and bringing me back to reality and helping me find my bunk.... even if they helped me with a smirk on their face, the bottom line they were helpful.

That morning in the chow hall I saw the same two men.   They were sitting a few tables over and  were talking and looking at me.  And occasionally the y would share with another friend, tell a  friend and then they both looked over at me.... embarrassing.   But, I just had to live with that.

However,  I stayed on and became friends with the two .  About 3 months later I rode with them as far as North Carolina, on my way home to pick up my car.

*I know so much about the Security Building by the main gate because I was assigned  with Security for a few  I was assigned there as their clean-up man.  Up on the second level was sleeping quarters for the single SPs and the head security officer, a Commander by the name of Fisher.    The sleeping quarters were several rooms.  There were enough rooms to go around that I had my own bedroom.   Also, I wandered around for that period and did what I wanted, nobody cared what I did as long as there were no mess.

** Interesting, when I  Googled to get a picture of the U.S.S. TAUSSIG this was among the pictures to representing the ship and was surprised to see this picture in the picture of the search.  I was surprised because I took this picture of this distant cousin at a Hunter Reunion in Blairsville, Georgia, about six years ago.  I used this picture in one of my "Small World" articles.  At the reunion he and I were talking and we realized we were both on the U.S.S. NEWPORT NEWS at the same time.  He was a Marine and I was with the helicopter crew.  I'm sure, in that blog, I mentioned the oddity of me being assigned to the TAUSSIG docked at Lakehurst, New Jersey, 15 miles inland.

Tuba Skinny: Plays BIG CHIEF BATTLE AXE

For Christmas Anna gave me the CD PYRAMID STRUT by the Tuba Skinnyl New Orleans street band.  The first song on it is BIG CHIEF BATTLE AXE.

Noticed the people dancing to the music.  One guy dances on his hands.

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On the CD album cover is a folk-art-style image of the Tuba Skinny Band.  Notice the hound dog up front.  You will see he/she in many of the Tuba Skinny Youtube videos, including this one.

SUNDAY FUNNIES!! EC's WEIRD SCIENCE: REDUCING COSTS

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Art by Jack Kamen

Eddie vs Eddie Rerun

This was on this blog about three years ago.  I came across it today while reviewing some of my posts.  I thought why not recycle it?


I had another memorable fight that I would like to tell you about now. I say “now” because I want to tell you about it while my previous story about my fight is fresh on your mind. You might not get the two confused.

In my mind, this conflict stands out because it almost ended my life… you know, snuffed out? Never more?

The time period was several years before the fight with Ichabod Crane took place. I was probably 11 or 12 years old. I lived on Manget Street in Marietta. The part of Manget that bordered Larry Bell Park on the west side. My friends I hung out with lived mostly on Glover Street which mostly bordered the south side of Larry Bell Park.

I basically hung out with Gene S. and Tony H.. Tony was a couple of months older than I am and Gene, about a year younger. There were other kids about our age that would materialize every so often and hang out with us but then go. They came and went.

One kid that came and went was Eddie N. He was friendly and all, and we enjoyed his company and all. Eddie N. and his older sister lived in either Douglasville or Newnan, I forgot which, it has been so long ago. I think they lived in a broken home. But at months at a time they would visit their grandparents who lived on Glover Street that would be behind the Marietta Journal building if it was still standing.

There were several boys that were at least 16 that lived in the neighborhood. I know they were over 16 because they quit school already. Also, some of them drove old junky cars. They smoked, they cursed, they had a wise-crack for everything. Gad, how I envied them.

One day, they as a bunch, were hanging out in the yard at the corner of Manget and Glover Streets. We thought they were interesting and got closer and not long we were joining in with our 2¢ worth of conservation. Then they got the idea they would like to see Eddie and I get into a fight.

They circled around us and pushed me back in the circle when I tried to get out. They were telling Eddie lies about what terrible things I said about him. They were pushing up against each other. They kept telling Eddie more lies about what I said about him. Ed was becoming enraged.

Their favorite wisecrack that day was, “Eddie hit Eddie!” They were regular Bob Hopes.

Then, Eddie lunged at me swinging. When Eddie got nervous he put his mouth on the back of his hand. He always had wet slobber on the back of one hand. When he came at me swinging he was swinging with one hand. The other hand was in his mouth. I think it was a comfort thing.

I dodged his swings and kept out of his reach, I knew he was strong. One time he got a hold of my shirt and ripped it. It took two hands to pull me to him and when I got close enough I popped him in the nose. Blood spurted. I later found out I broke his nose.

He never hit me. When I saw my first opening I darted through my so-called friends and ran home.

Later Eddie’s sister came looking for me. She wanted to have me arrested for assault and battery. My so-called friends said they had no idea who she was talking about; they didn't see any one get into a fight.

Not that they were protecting me so much, they were brought up to not to be stool pigeons.

They were fine pillars of the community weren't they?

For several weeks I avoid getting close to Eddie. But, one day he came over to Gene’s house when I was there and we were back friends again.

Then one day we were up in the loft of Eddie’s grandfather’s barn. Either Tony or Gene brought up the fight Eddie and I had. I think he brought it up thinking no harm would happen and we would have a big laugh over it, but in a split second Eddie leaped on top of me and was choking me.

Eddie was strong. He was extremely strong. His strong hands squeezed my throat made me feel like the life was being squeezed out of me, which it was about to be just that. I could not breathe. I felt something changing in my head.

I suppose I squirmed some and we both moved a few inches. What we didn't’t know, was the floor we were on was not nailed down. It was a wide sheet of particle board or plywood paced over the rafters.

We wiggled ourselves to the edge and the big board and the board politely tilted like a seesaw and we slid to the floor of the barn. As soon as I hit the dirt floor I sprinted off like a rabbit and ran all the way home.

I stayed away from Eddie for over a year.

Then Tony’s mother said she was taking all us kids to see Eddie in Douglasville (or Newnan). I didn’t think about my near death experience with Eddie. I guess time heals.

Or, I mean to say, I didn't think about my tumble with Eddie until we were half-way there; out of sight, out of mind. Then I started dreading our visit.

Eddie lived on a farm that had rows of long chicken houses. We got the tour of the chicken houses and the room the eggs are brought to, cleaned, and sorted.

Eddie was nice. I was hoping he forgot our scrap or forgiven me one. Just the same, I prefer to keep on the side of wide opened space, like a pasture to run if I had to.

We went walking around across the pasture to look at the different cows. We came upon a pond that apparently the cattle drunk water from. I imagined Eddie suddenly grabbing me and throwing me in the water and landing on me and holding me down.

Then, Tony’s mother blew her car horn. It was time to come back to the house. The blaring of the horn was a noise of happiness.

We left and that was the last time I saw Eddie N.

I heard at a Bell Gang Reunion that Eddie is in prison now for killing someone.  I'm glad it wasn't because of me he is there.

Checking Out JAYNE MANSFIELD'S CAR

JAYNE MANSFIELD'S CAR.  Well, they had to name the movie something.  And about 5 minutes were devoted to Jayne Mansfield car, the one she had a wreck in that killed her in Louisiana - but that part could have been left out and I don't think it would alter the plot at all.   However, there seems to be the reoccurring subject of car wrecks that kill people.  The old man, head of household, had something about car wrecks.  He would sit by his police band radio at night listening for deadly wrecks.  When he heard of one he would go to the scene to look at the wrecked car(s) and see the victims before they were removed.   

It is about a wealthy man and his eccentric family and his late wife who has come home from England to be buried.  Her British husband and his daughter and son come along - I'm not sure if the two grown children were hers or not. 

The movie deals a lot in complex  father and son relationships and various wars that almost all the men had served in.   It also has some kinky sex - that should up the  rentals.

It was written and directed by Billy Bob Thornton who also was one of the stars.  Other actors were Robert Duvall, Kevin Bacon, John Hurt, Robert Patrick, Ray Stevenson,  Frances  O'Connor,  and  more.  And now, they all  can claim 1 Degree from Kevin Bacon*

*That is, all but Kevin Bacon. 

Waiting Room Man Bits of Wisdom

We took my mother-in-law to the doctor the other day.

I let them out at the door and went to park.  On the ground floor of the building the  specialist is in is a little eatery.  It has just a few tables and a counter with  lot of packaged eats and maybe a grill.  I decided to try their coffee (and the price.  As I walked in there were three people behind the counter talking.   The man doing the talking had a very flouncy feminine way about him, he was in his 30s.  He was talking and the other man and woman, in their 50s or 60s, were working unloading boxes, and getting things ready.  The flouncy feminine way man said after he was grown because of an accident both of his arms  were broken and his mother had to bathe him from head to toe every day.

The middle age lady rolled her eyes and said, "You go what you gotta do, I reckon".  

I got a cup of coffee and went up the elevator to the doctor's office.

I brought along a book to read in the waiting room.  I f I really had my heart set on reading, I should have picked another seat.  When I first sat next to a man about my age he I saw he was taken away with FOX NEWS.  He looked dumbfounded by all the bad things that are happening in the world, especially where they are getting ready to hold the Winter Olympics,  which he told me was in Georgia, Germany.

He reminded me of the character on Saturday Night Live played by Bobby Moynihan  who plays the Drunk Uncle and also a character who  just gets a little of the facts and completely mixes them up into a completely different meaning.  This guy did too. 

He shared his wisdom with me for about 30 minutes.  I should have brought a pad and pencil to record it all:

The congressmen are communists:  Why else would they try shut the United States Government?

Do you know what the punishment for Treason is?  Death!  They should take all those congressmen that tried to shut down the United States and shoot them for treason.  POW!  Make an  example out of them!

He lives in Rome, Georgia, born  there and lived there all is life.  I asked him did he know Peggy's (a  statewide famous whorehouse in Rome, that the law looked the other way - very popular in the 50s and 60s).  He said if I ever went I probably met his daddy.  He said his Daddy was always at Peggy's, painting rooms free for them.

A well dressed elderly man sitting close by got up and moved.  I wondered if he was a ministered and he knew about Peggy's and didn't want to be reminded.

He said he believes all the big companies that lay people off are secretly communists - why else would people try to put  Americans on the street homeless and  starving?   Another company bought out his company and laid off most of old timers and brought their own people in.  He thought they had to be communists.

Sadly, he told me his 24 year old son took his own life.  

He said those congressmen hate Obama so bad because  he is black they would do anything, even destroy America to make Obama look  bad.  Communists!     He said.

As we talked we found out we both had the same prostate operation and the same urinating problems afterwards.

Another person got up and moved.  We then had empty seats around us and the rest of the room was crowded, which is strange because we were in the best space for watching TV.

Happy 2014!