110+

We talked about this earlier this year, when Vincent Dransfield, oldest active firefighter in the US, turned 110. 

There will be no 111th birthday party, but who can say he didn't have a great life? Mr. Dransfield died on June 26 at home in New Jersey, quietly, just as he wished to go, near the Singac Fire Co. No. 3 firehouse where he volunteered for 85 years. 85 years!

His grandaughter, Erica Lista, mentioned that she had visited three days earlier, bringing him photos from his great-grandson's high school graduation. She had brought him the analgesic cream he used to combat knee pain, which was about the only thing that slowed him down in his last years.

He lived in the same house for the past 79 years, alone since his wife, Ann, died in 1992. 

As many volunteer fire companies do, Singac has an antique engine. Mr Dransfield helped refurbish it in the 1980s. It was "Chief's" final wish to be taken to his rest aboard it, and that happened last week.

And since he had credited malted Ovaltine (that flavored milk drink) with his longevity, his fellow firefighters sent him off with a jar of that, along with the hat you see below.

Who could ask for anything more?

 

Ars Gratia Artis

Titian was an important painter in the 1500s in Italy, and since there was no cable TV in Italy then, looking at paintings was more popular than now. He was considered the most important painter of the Renaissance in Venice, and even today, his influence is felt among artists in the Nashville area. They call themselves the Tennessee Titians.

Be that as it may, he once did a masterpiece called “The Rest on the Flight into Egypt” that has been in and out of many hands since he oiled it in 1510. Napoleon's troops ripped it off and then it passed around in royal collections for centuries. It was in the home of a British marquess in 1995 and was stolen from there!

And seven years later, an art detective not named Art Detective found the painting in a blue and white plastic bag at a bus stop in London. For three months, the guy carried it around in his car, thought it was something his wife wanted him to take back to Sears, and he didn't get around to it right away. Priorities, am I wrong?

And then, a couple of weeks ago,  “The Rest on the Flight into Egypt” went for more than $22 million at Christie’s.  

A little lower on the right, please...

They don't say if the frame was included in that 22 million price. I think it would look better in something less, I'm gonna say "gaudy," but what do I know from art? I know it's a depiction of the time when Joseph took Mary and young Jesus to Egypt because Joseph dreamed that King Herod was out to kill his son. The painting shows Mary cradling the baby. 

It's a nice painting, but 22 large? I mean, if your living room is done in deep red and ultramarine blue, you got a match. If not, you might have to change out the drapes.

I told you, I don't know anything about art.

Life is a pill

The wonders of modern pharmacology give us a lot to think about. We see commercials all day for "the little pill with the big sto-ry to tell" and everyone feels better for taking theirs.

And hats off to the people who come up with the names of medicines!

Take Cisplatin, and thank God you don't have to. It's for serious illness. But just imagine telling the pharmacy you're there to pick up your pills, and their name has "splat" right in the middle.

How about we start you on a regimen (not a "regime," please!) of Moxifloxacin? David Letterman used to say that any name with a K in it is automatically funny. (I qualify twice!) But Moxifloxacin! The pill with two X's!

And who wouldn't chortle when it's time to take their Phensuximide? Take two - they're small!

I got to thinking about all this because I opened the medicine cabinet here at the Lazy 'C' Ranch, and I saw this. 

And I wondered about how many other ways there are to take pills, and my list ends with "by mouth." I guess they think I am one of those people who need really specific instructions...

 

Night Flight to Blagoevgrad

There are plenty of people who were around in 1903, when the Wright Brothers got their plane off the ground at Kitty Hawk, and 1969, when men first flew to the moon.  That was a lot of progress in just  66 years.

In between those two landmarks came one not quite so illustrious. It was in June, 1925, that the first murder to take place on an aircraft took place.

On the twelfth of June, a wealthy diamond merchant carrying a bag of rocks on a plane was killed by his secretary and the pilot of the aircraft.

Then the secretary and the pilot threw the body off the plane.

Then they two crashed the plane, destroying it. 

Then the secretary killed the pilot.

Then he escaped to Bulgaria.

And all this time, I thought that all people were doing in 1925 was drinking bathtub gin and dancing the Charlestown. Oh no. People have always been up to no good, even when they were wearing raccoon coats and straw hats.

Food for thought

 I love these lists of food everyone loves and everyone doesn't love. I don't know who compiles them or even who would have the time to do so. But what do you think...?

Of course, this one has a little joke in it at #9. Phenol is AKA carbolic acid, and not recommended as a main course or side dish for anyone. 

But to the list...Anchovies! We love them around here, and I think it's odd to find a married couple where both of them love little salty fishies. I do know that every time we ordered a Sporkie (sausage pizza) with added anchovies at Bertucci's, the server made a fish face and told us that the pizza chef was going to complain about the anchovies stinking up his oven. In my conciliatory manner, I would tell her to make it double anchovies, in that case. Just can't get enough of them.

Black licorice? No, thanks. No thanks to any flavor or form of this substance best defined as "what liver is to meat, licorice is to candy." 

Oysters, yes! Raw, fried, stewed, lemme get another dozen. 

Beets? The stigma known as purple death. Although I will say, I was once begged/forced to taste a beet and I tasted nothing but purpleness.

Bleu cheese, please! Ever try it on a burger? Delightful! 

Okra, no. It sounds like something Granny Clampett was fixin' to whomp up a mess of, so I'll pass.

Capers? There was a whole episode of "The King of Queens" about Carrie hating capers, and I'm on her side.

Brussels Sprouts? We once went on some crazy health kick and brought home a bag of these little unpleasant green spheres. We tried some one night. The rest, we kept around in a Ziploc bag to wrap around sprained ankles. And please don't try to tell me how great they are sauteed in olive oil with spices and parmesan cheese. No sale.

And olives! I am always surprised to find the depths of other peoples' hatred of olives. I love them all, and they are on top of all my salads. Something else I do with them is keep some in a little jar with hot peppers. Then I secret one or two inside a cold-cut sub and wait til I hit that bit with the peppered olives. Hot a-mighty!

Pass the relish tray, please!

Sunday Rerun: God Saved The Queen

 There used to be a country song containing the lyrics, "When you're lookin' at me, you're lookin' at country."

Would that it were so simple to categorize us all. We're all a lot of things, many of them surprising to people who only look at the superficial. I mentioned the other day that it was the 40th anniversary of the release of their first single, and several people registered shock that I dabble in such outré music.

In my case, since I have no piercings, no hardware protruding from my face, not so much as a tattoo that won't wear off, people are often surprised to hear that I am a huge fan of The Sex Pistols, the original 70s punk band from Merrie Olde Englande.

True, not many of their admirers look like I do, but I dare anyone to listen to Anarchy in the UK, God Save the Queen and Pretty Vacant and not be moved to some fervent toe-tappin'. Just as music - and rest assured, the grubby individuals in the band had little to do with making the music on the records - it's powerful stuff.

Johnny Rotten, who was seriously voted
one of the 100 Greatest Britons in a
nationwide poll in 2002. 

The lyrics, poignant at times, were mostly written by singer Johnny Rotten, born John Lydon in London (1956). His vocals did not make anyone forget Bing Crosby, or David Crosby for that matter. But no one else brought on the fervent angst that Rotten-Lydon sang with (and still does.)

Anyway, I like 'em, and those three songs above are to be found on any compilation of my favorite tunes. But the movement they led, the nihilist rejection of anything commercial or mainstream, was never to be taken too seriously. I mean, they made and sold records and concert tickets and all the rest, and were never photographed refusing money for these enterprises.

They were founded, in fact, as a sales and marketing tool by one Malcolm McLaren, a British impresario who could have sold more spots to a leopard, given half a chance. McLaren operated a trendy boutique called "SEX" and formed the band to promote the store, in the same way McDonald's hires clowns to enchant the children. 

So it was a little surprising that McLaren's son, Joe Corre, found his father's wealth so repugnant, and the commercialization of the supposedly free-for-all music so hard to take that he recently held an event called "Burn Punk London" in which he burned over six million dollars worth of memorabilia, including one-of-a-kind acetate recordings, the pair of bondage trousers he wore as a child (?!), live punk recordings, and a pair of Johnny Rotten’s pants.

The grande finale of the protest was when Corre rigged up dummies to represent Prime Minister Theresa May, and former Prime Ministers David Cameron and Tony Blair, dressing the effigies in Sex Pistols t-shirts and loading them up with fireworks that went boom in the night in front of signs of global corporations.

Sex Pistols guitarist Glen Matlock did not approve. "I want to paraphrase Monty Python, in that he's not a savior, he's a naughty boy and I think Joe is not the anti-Christ, I think he's a nincompoop."

What a show! (photo cred, Getty Images)

For his part, Corre said, "The Queen giving 2016, the Year of Punk, her official blessing is the most frightening thing I’ve ever heard. Rather than a movement for change, punk has become like a (expletive deleted) museum piece or a tribute act."

As they say in The New Yorker, there will always be an England.

The Saturday Picture Show, July 6, 2024

 

The owners of the Pets Of All Kinds store owe us an explanation as to what happened when they used to have parrots around.  At the least, they were mocking the customers, and at worst, they were stealing their crackers. 

If you need AAA batteries for your remote or tiny flashlight or whatever, you can probably handle the replacement yourself, but it's nice to know there is a mobile service at the ready if you're too busy.

The best part for me is the caution tape. All of these men should have paid heed to it.

I know it's unwise, but I would probably choose to take the slide down.

I'd like a cheese sandwich with an extra side of smile!

I had no idea that there were entire airplanes dedicated to taking horses away for their vacations!

His name was Warren Ross Ball. He created the smiley face. Apparently, it was not a self-portrait.

I haven't visited a McDonald's for years, but I had no idea there was a time limit if you do.

"I'm telling you, there's a T-Rex up there! Run for your lives!"

What an amazing view. This is Positano, on Italy's Amalfi Coast. Such a lovely world we live in!

He ought to Hyde

I liked "That 70s Show" back in the day, but the one character I did not care for a great deal was Hyde, the redhead who seemed to think he was pretty tough for a medium-sized dude. 

Danny Masterson, now 48, was the actor who portrayed Steven Hyde, and he is not acting in front of cameras anymore. In fact, it was the way he acted away from cameras that has landed him a new role, that of a prison inmate.  At a trial last year, Masterson was convicted of raping two women in 2003, and he was sentenced to 30 years to life in prison. He currently dwells in something called the California Men's Colony, which sounds more like a commune to me than a prison, but hey, look where it is. 

He plays sports (pickleball) and plays video games and watches TV and movies on a prison-issued tablet.

After a couple of hours of pickleball, it's time for a game of pickup basketball, and prison insiders (aren't they all!) say his jump shot is really improving.

He's also got an in with the guards and they use him to deliver documents etc to other inmates.

He has to keep an eye on his watch, though, because he needs to be in his cell for the daily headcount at 3 PM, after which, it's chow time...casserole, grilled chicken, salad.

   

The article I read goes on to say that Masterson has fit in well among the other criminals, has supportive friends, and is in with the older bunch, men who are working toward parole someday, so they try to behave.

I guess it seems a little confusing that a man who was found guilty of brutalizing women in the most barbaric fashion is now just one of the guys around the frat house, eating his chicken, playing pickleball, running errands.

My view of prison life was formed by watching hundreds of movies where James Cagney was dragged off to the chair or the Hole or slugged around by guards. Imagine Cagney as Rocky Sullivan being stood up by guards and telling them he had a 10 AM pickleball game, "so I gotta go!" And instead of tasty casseroles or diet-friendly broiled chicken, prisoners then were served gruel, and now and then, one of them would chuck his plate across the mess hall (that's where the name comes from!) and holler, "I ain't eatin' this slop no more!" and 17 guards would converge to help him change his mind about that.

I was once told that people who run the local juvenile detention center call the population "students" because calling them "prisoners" or "inmates" makes them feel bad about themselves.

Isn't that the point of punishment? What am I missing?

In Congress...

 

Happy 4th of July!  Enjoy the holiday!

Home, Home On The Range

There's a song by the repugnant Theodore A. Nugent about this. The Lakota tribe believes that the birth of a white bison calf portends better times ahead. Recently, a baby white bison was seen running around Yellowstone National Park...but it has not been spotted for almost a month.

They (you know "them") say that one white bison calf is born out of every one million. 

There were some photos taken earlier, and they show the little critter to be leucistic, meaning it has a partial loss of all types of pigmentation.  An animal with albinism is totally lacking in pigmentation. The newborn out there has black eyes and hooves.

Yellowstone is home to about 4,550 bison (census taken before the calving season) but one in five calves dies shortly after birth because of natural hazards, so no one is sure if this Great White Buffalo is still with us.

In native American lore, there was a time when the Lakota stopped praying to the  Creator. But a young woman in white buckskin came to them to teach them seven sacred rites. She also brought to them the White Buffalo Calf Chanupa pipe, which they use in their tribal ceremonies.

I hope they find the little white buffalo and that he will appear on "Live With Kelly And Mark" very soon!

 

We the jury

In August, 2020, Christopher Nguyen was a police officer for the City of Baltimore. He was found guilty of allowing a man to assault another man as Nguyen looked on and did nothing.

At trial in 2022, he was found guilty and sentenced to 60 days in jail. Nguyen resigned from the force and the judge, while keeping the verdict intact, dropped the jail time. 

And here we are in 2024. The former officer, once sworn to protect and serve, is taking his case to the Maryland Supreme Court.

The Supreme Court of Maryland

His appeal will be heard in September, as the court considers whether there is a "duty to protect" incumbent upon police. Specifically, when one person assaults another in the presence of a police officer, is that officer required to do anything about it?

Two other officers testified that they would have separated the two combatants, or at least stood between them. The court will decide whether that testimony proves that Nguyen "grossly departed from the standard of conduct that a reasonable, similarly situated police officer would have observed."

Not to pile on the Baltimore department, but a year ago, a block party turned into a murder scene as several people were shot, two fatally. Police investigated and found “Officer indifference may have compromised the awareness, planning and response to Brooklyn Day prior to the large crowds arriving.”

"Officer indifference"? 

What's next? Does anyone have to do anything anymore, or is society crumbling to a point at which police don't have to police? If the court finds for the disgraced former officer, does that mean firefighters won't have to fight fires, teachers won't have to teach, lawyers won't read the law?

Does anyone have any idea what's going on in this crazy world? I just can't believe it would ever have come to this.

Monday Rerun: It's What's For Dinner When You Don't Feel Like Dinner

 In summertime, no one feels like preparing (let alone eating) a big heavy meal with gravy and potatoes and boiled carrots and all that. Toss together a nice green salad and call it dinner.

There's always the standard tossed salad with iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, radishes, beets, celery, and so forth. Very popular and easy to toss together, although not as much with the grocery store salad bars being closed down 😢😠

We like that kind of salad and we like Caesar salads too, here at the Lazy "C" chuck wagon. You only need romaine lettuce, croutons, anchovies, garlic, Parmesan cheese, and black pepper.

The story is that a restaurant owner named Caesar Cardini was swamped with diners on July 4, 1924, at his restaurant in Tijuana, Mexico. He decided to throw together whatever he could find, and do it tableside in a large wooden bowl, to add a dramatic flair to the dining experience.

I assure you, there will be 37 different versions of that story if you ask 37 different descendants of Caesar Cardini. Does it matter what happened in Mexico? You want dinner tonight. So toss the ingredients above in your large wooden bowl that you got as a gift all those years ago, and add this dressing:

 

INGREDIENTS

2 small garlic cloves, minced and mashed (make a paste by adding little salt)

1 tablespoon anchovy paste

2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice

1 tablespoon Dijon mustard

1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce

1 cup bottled mayonnaise

1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan

black pepper

 

 

In a bowl, add the mashed and minced garlic paste. To this garlic paste, add the anchovy paste.

Mix both the pastes well together as their flavors merge.

Pour in the lemon juice and stir with a spoon to mix.

Shower on some pepper and then mix well. 

Pour in the Worcestershire sauce along with the Dijon mustard and drop in the cup of mayo. Last, mix in the cheese.

Stir with a large spoon.  The dressing should be thick! Plop some on the salad just before eating and mix it up real nicely. 

Sunday Rerun: They Made Rex Of Themselves

 Do you remember Rex Smith?  I mean, at one time, he had all the irons in the fire. He was in "Grease"on Broadway, he had two hit records (a solo "You Take My Breath Away" in 1979 and a great duet version of "Everlasting Love" with Rachel Sweet in '81), he was in the movie of "The Pirates of Penzance" in 1983 when America went through a short-lived Gilbert and Sullivan revival, he played Jesse Mach in the 1985 TV show Street Hawk, and played Daredevil in the Marvel Comics show.

Right around the time of the end of the 70s and the start of the 80s, you saw his mug on 16 Magazine and Tiger Beat while you waited in line at the supermarket to pay next to nothing for filet mignon.

Now, a couple of nice filets will cost you close to 50 dollars, and do you know what else you can get for that much?

A video greeting from Rex Smith! Personalized, just for you, so like if your cousin from Delaware is still holding a torch for old Rex since the day he took over hosting TV's "Solid Gold" from Andy Gibb, and she's coming up on her 50th birthday, you can just go to https://www.cameo.com/ and make that magic happen. He'll cut a video for Cousin Kate. Hell, for another double sawbucks, you could probably get him to drive over and bring her a cake.

Cameo.com is the home of the almost-famous, the used-to-be-famous and the never-gonna-bes, and for varying prices, these people will record quick video greetings for you.

Scrolling through the pages of people who willingly offer their services, you can't help but feel sorry for some of them. And then you see Tommy Lee is there, asking $250 for his time, and Michael Vick wants $500, doggone it.

The Saturday Picture Show, June 29, 2024

 

By all means, print this picture out, and glue it onto one of those refrigerator magnets you got at the festival. Then, any time you reach a state of serious perturbation, put it on the front of the Coolerator as a sign for everyone to back off just a tad...

Willie Nelson under arrest in Texas, July 1960. Charges: Speeding, and driving without a license. He beat the rap.

I was working at the A&P when the manager told us of a future day when the cashiers would not have to enter the price of everything on a cash register, but just wave each item across a magic eye that would ring up the sales. We thought he had been into the Rum Life-Savers again...

An entire family of six can get into this ATV Camper, as long as they are also all jockeys. 

Grit and determination: "Had a stroke. Open next week."

Mr. Snuffleupagus, waiting for a friend.

 

Music fans can get a few cobs, but the pirates running this produce stand want more than a buccaneer.

The cargo ship Dali is seen her departing Baltimore harbor the other day. She's now in Norfolk to have damage repairs done. The repairs to Baltimore, and the replacement of the Key Bridge the ship knocked down, will take years.

If you have never seen "Uncle Buck," change that status right away, please. I think it was John Candy's best picture. When you've seen it, you will know who "Lyndon" and "Johnson" are!

You might be too young to know what this is about, so click away: 

If he had a hammer

I know nothing about video games and don't think I will ever learn. But someone can please help me understand how people take a game so seriously.

Here we have a 20-year-old guy who got on a plane in New Jersey and flew to Florida, where he stopped at a nearby Ace Hardware (the place with the helpful hardware folks) to buy a hammer and a flashlight.

OK no crime then. It is perfectly legal to fly to Florida, although rarely advisable, and any citizen can purchase a hammer and a flashlight.

The problem is that this guy, Edward Kang, went to the home of a dude with whom he was playing an online video game called ArcheAge, entered through an unlocked door (seriously?) and lay in wait for the guy to go to the bathroom, at which point he assumed an "anticipated strike position" while wearing all black, gloves and a mask.  Then he ALLEGEDLY beat the victim with the hammer. Nassau County Sheriff Bill Leeper said during a press conference that this wholesome, fun game allows players to fight and kill each other's characters, so Kang tried to make that happen for the real.

Kang

Apparently Kang forgot that the game should stay on the screen, not in the house. There exists a great deal of confusion in some minds as to what is real and what is on a screen. The authorities say Kang told them the victim "is a bad person online."

Sheriff Leeper called the whole fiasco "a weird one" and summed it up nicely: "Some things make you say, hmm. Some things you just can't make up. There are some things that make you say, 'What in the world was he thinking?' And there are some things that make you say, 'You're not going to believe this.' Well, this case makes you say all four of those."

Both the assailant and the victim were treated and released from a local hospital with the victim suffering severe head wounds. and Kang suffering from so much delusion that he asked how much jail time he might be facing for breaking and entering and assault.

"I would say, Mr. Kang, it's going to be a long time before you play video games again," Leeper said during the press conference.

Not Maxwell's Silver Hammer, but, rather, Kang's red one.

 

"Well, Your Honor, it's like this..."

I understand that everyone is considered innocent until found guilty in a court of law. We all watched COPS enough to know that. But this news item caught my peepers:

Maryland House Minority Leader Jason Buckel, a Republican from Allegany County, was arrested on DUI and other charges, court records show.

It was 11:23 pm, Thursday before last, that the State Police pulled him over on eastbound US 40 near Campground Rd. and cited him for:

• Driving under the influence of alcohol.
• Driving while impaired by alcohol.
• Driving on a suspended license.
• Negligent driving in a careless and imprudent manner.
• Failure to display a registration card upon demand by a police officer.

A few days later, Buckel wrote about his “regret that this incident ever occurred,” but denied that he was impaired, driving erratically or too fast.

He did not address why he seemed to be driving on a suspended license. Court records say that suspension occurred last summer after he was doing 79 mph on I-68. 

Del. Buckel went on to say that on the day in question, he was feeling so unwell that he took an over-the-counter medication, later stopping at a restaurant to watch a hockey game. But as he wrote, “I did not over consumer [sic] any alcoholic beverages.”

Buckel, a lawyer, said he will continue to work on legislative matters, deal with the legal process, and "abide by the outcome."

The matter of the license suspension was cleared up by paying a fine for last summer's violation the day after these current charges were placed against him. He'll be in court on July 24 for an initial hearing.

This is normally where I would go on one of my rants about people elected to make our laws and then violating those same laws, but no one is perfect, right? 

I just wish our lawmakers would try a little harder to be. And watch those over-the-counter medications!

Goofy and Daffy

I'm not a fan of fiction at all, and since everything Disney is a made-up world of ducks and mice that talk and Frozen princesses that wanna build snowmen and so on, I'm not interested in their Magic Kingdom with its rules and regulations. Old Walt Disney was notoriously illiberal, hated unions, colluded with the government during the Red Scare...yuck.

I wouldn't want to work there, but I understand people would, so, fine, but it's not part of any magic when you see things like this:

Two members of a Walt Disney Company product design team sued their employer on Tuesday, alleging that the company pressured them and several others to relocate from Southern California to Orlando to join a new office that was scuttled shortly after they bought new homes.

Disney asked employees Maria De La Cruz and George Fong in 2021 to relocate to Lake Nona, a planned community in Orlando, and courted them with the promise of affordable housing, strong schools and a new office with extensive amenities, according to the lawsuit filed in Los Angeles County Superior Court. Those who didn’t relocate would lose their jobs, managers allegedly told the team.

So here's the deal: move from LaLaLand to FlaLaLa, sell your old house, and buy a new one (probably in a place that looks like the set of The Truman Show) and then sit there with your thumb up your backyard because The Mouse fought with The Louse and you're the one who lost.

I like how Disney told these people to move on down there and wait! And like cruel second-graders playing Hide and Go Seek at a birthday party, they can wait until Walt thaws out, for all the company cares.

“Disney upended 250 families for no reason whatsoever, without fully compensating these individuals for the significant losses relating to the unnecessary move,” says Jason Lohr, an attorney for Fong and De La Cruz.

And after Disney scuttled the new project for which these families moved to Hell With An Amusement Park Florida, the Fong and De La Cruz families, among others, tried to move back to Cali, only to find it hard to sell their new houses (since the project tanked) and harder yet to find housing like what they sold in the first place.

“We truly regret the disruption you’ve all faced due to this initiative,” a Disney representative told Fong and De La Cruz in an email, according to the lawsuit.

Maybe they should offer the families free hats with big round ears.

Soaked

The official state motto of the state of Vermont is "Freedom and Unity," and one would think that a state representative there would be free from childish antics performed by another representative, but look how wrong we can be.

Rep. Mary Morrissey, currently wasting time in her 13th term in the legislature, had to stand on the House floor and apologize for behavior that she called "most unbecoming."

Morrissey, a Republican, has, for the past five months until a surreptitiously-placed camera caught her wet-handed, been pouring water into the totebag of a Democratic colleague, which was hanging in the cloakroom. The totebag, that is. The colleague was on the house floor, trying to do the people's work, while Morrissey did her water sports.

That other representative is Jim Carroll. Both of them represent Bennington, where 15,000 citizens expect better behavior from Morrissey.

 House Speaker Jill Krowinski (D) said in a statement that Carroll should file an ethics complaint because “This is a truly disturbing situation that is at odds with our legislative practices.” 

Carroll says he used to get along with Morrissey, but not since he has supported enshrining the right to abortion on the state constitution. She thinks he's all wet on that issue.

She made a formal apology (although she was dressed in daytime clothing), saying she would work toward “resolution and restoration through our legislative process.”

She called her juvenile behavior "poor judgement." I'm sure that once Carroll dries off, they will get along swimmingly. 

This is how we govern now: "I lost the election, so I will send thousands of goons to try to kill Congressmen and women and tear down the House." "And I don't like your stance on abortion, so I will douse your personal property."

Put her in a dunking booth.

 

Why we like Ike

 We don't have people like Dwight Eisenhower anymore, which is a shame. It's hard to imagine what went through his mind when he sent thousands of mainly young men into battle in the D-Day invasion.

Any commander faces the fact that even in victory, there are losses. The death toll was tremendous on that French beach, and family after family in America was devastated to find that their soldier, sailor, or Marine was not going to be coming home, having traded their life in the effort to defeat fascism.  Thank God that effort was successful.

But General Eisenhower knew he had to face both possible outcomes, and he jotted down these words to share with the world in the event that things went horribly wrong on 6/6/44:

"Our landings in the Cherbourg-Havre area have failed to gain a satisfactory foothold and I have withdrawn the troops," Eisenhower wrote. "My decision to attack at this time and place was based upon the best information available. The troops, the air and the Navy did all that bravery and devotion to duty could do. If any blame or fault attaches to the attempt it is mine alone."

He underlined mine alone. In a day when we see our leaders almost breaking their elbows off to point fingers of blame in other directions, how refreshing it is to look back on a man willing to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He folded this note and put it in his wallet. How wonderful that he had no need to share it for real.

Sunday Rerun: We're so sorry, Albert Einstein

 After the first few times someone in elementary school hollers out "Smooth move, Einstein!" when we fail to conjugate the verb "machacar" (to crush or grind) correctly, or identify the man who shot Alexander Hamilton to death in a duel as "Raymond" Burr instead of "Aaron" Burr, or know the answer to 7 x 6, we learn that they aren't calling us that as a compliment.

But the BBC website recently had a list of the things that made the real Albert Einstein so doggone smart, and even though it's far too late for me to to wise up, this is a good time of year for those with kids still in school to share brain tips from the biggest noggin of them all.

I'll shorten the list and leave out things Einstein recommended, such as smoking a pipe, (I mean, really), and share the brain food that might not lead to diseases, stanky clothing, and tiny burn holes in your pants.

At staff lunches, they always made
Einstein figure out who owed what
and what to tip.

 - He recommended getting ten hours of sleep every night and taking little naps (known to the sleep community as "naplets.") Most Americans now get 6.8 hours of sleep a day, and even if you are smart enough to calc out how long .8 hr is, that's still not enough for the big E, who sacked out for ten and still dozed off for a bit during the day. Apparently he went to a lot of meetings.

See if this sounds Einsteinian to you. He would lean back in his armchair with a spoon in his hand and a metal pan directly below it. The minute he nodded off, the spoon would drop, the pan would clank, and he'd get back to work. 

The article also said that Einstein came up with his theory of relativity ("LS/MFT") while dreaming about cows getting electrocuted. 

 - Like me, Einstein went for a walk every day, often walking a mile and a half to his desk at Princeton University. He was known for driving to work, and forgetting that he done so, as he walked home.  Unlike me, Einstein got stuff done on his walk, noodling out the great secrets of the physical world. In my defense, though, if Albert had an iPod, as I do, he would have enjoyed hearing "Little" Jimmy Dickens and Hank Williams on his walks, as I do. When LJD starts in on "Take An Old Cold Tater (And Wait)", who can think of calculus?

It turns out that the very act of walking forces your melon to concentrate a little on the very act of putting one foot of the other and perambulating, and this allows the frontal lobes to relax and figure stuff out while we think left-right-left-right.

 - He carbed up! Some say he was a spaghetti fiend. And his brain needed a lot of fueling. I mean, what's on my mind right this second? What time the ballgame comes on tonight! And if Einstein were alive, he would have much more important stuff going on up in his loaf. The brain gets tired when blood glucose drops, and a tired brain won't help you figure out the quantum description of light, so bring on the San Giorgio! And pass the grated cheese.

-The last item on the list was something I did all the time back in the day and would not dream of doing nowadays. Going sockless. The Big "E" loved not wearing socks. He complained that his big toe always put a hole in his socks, so he gave up socks for sandals. That's the kind of brainpower that is killing the sock business, but it worked for him.

The BBC article closes with a quote from the man himself: 

The important thing is not to stop questioning; curiosity has its own reason for existing.

Which brings to mind the old gag about the two psychiatrists passing each other in the hall and the one says, "Good morning," and the other one goes, "I wonder what he meant by that." 

Curiosity is a curious thing.