Irving Berlin wrote a wonderful song when Prohibition came in which became very popular, the words are as good as the tune.
“Where those dark eyed stellas light their fellas panatellas.” Look out Miami when Havana opens up.
The below was received from a reader who suggested this cure for what ails you. It was an actual 19th Century charm. My grandfather was from Columbus Ohio and I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t drop into Bott Brothers Billiard Hall on occasion.
Looks suspiciously like……………………………… Winston Churchill, or do all baby look like Winnie?
This is a page from the New York Post. It is published daily during the football season to notify fans which of their favorite players are sidelined with injuries. In the interest of full disclosure I get depressed when the professional football season is over but the game is getting more and more violent to say nothing of the size and strength of the players. This report however is almost scary. Fast forward 20 years and see what may become of these athletes.
Posted on December 15th, 2014 No comments
I think the world has lost it and particularly in Hollywood. Below is an article from the New York Times about mega and giga mansions. Here is just one paragraph to whet your appetite
“The residence also offered indoor and outdoor pools, commissioned artwork by the graffiti artist Retna, and an operating room in the basement. “It’s not like it’s set up to take out your gallbladder,” said Mark David, a real estate columnist for Variety, who has toured the house. “It’s for cosmetic procedures — fillers, dermabrasion, that kind of thing.” The house sold, with all its furnishings, to an unidentified Saudi buyer for $44 million.”
Well the oligarchs haven’t gotten to Clove Valley and even Millbrook where they are giving the estates away compared to NYC condos and Los Angeles craziness. In Beverly Hills,they are tearing down 20,000 square foot houses and replacing them with 90,000 square foot boat anchors.
The photo on the left was taken last week at a demonstration in Portland Oregon. The photo on the right was titled “The Face of a Nation’s Loss” in 1945 when FDR died. It appeared in Life Magazine and the caption was “Tears stream down the cheeks of accordion-playing Chief Petty Officer (USN) Graham Jackson as President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s flag-draped funeral train leaves Warm Springs, Ga., April 13, 1945.”
Bulldogs are unhealthy
“Leading vet calls for pugs and bulldogs ban because the pedigree dogs often struggle to breathe.”
Once in a while you see a title for a book or article that you know is not for you. I remember years ago finding a book called “Chats with old Furniture.” It was not a page turner and recently I received an article suggestion from one of my readers called the Secret History of the Duvet. Cut and paste as I cant figure out how to link to it, for those who have a true interest in the history of the duvet.
Some true history of Harry and Bess Truman. I remember reading that Harry Truman washed his own socks every evening in the White House and when he returned to Kansas City after he retired, he dragged the suitcases up to the attic to store them.
Harry Truman was a different kind of President. He probably made as many, or more important decisions regarding our nation’s history as any of the other 32 Presidents preceding him. However, a measure of his greatness may rest on what he did after he left the White House.
The only asset he had when he died was the house he lived in, which was in Independence, Missouri. His wife had inherited the house from her mother and father and other than their years in the White House, they lived their entire lives there.
When he retired from office in 1952 his income was a U.S. Army pension reported to have been $13,507.72 a year. Congress, noting that he was paying for his stamps and personally licking them, granted him an ‘allowance’ and later, a retroactive pension of $25,000 per year.
After President Eisenhower was inaugurated, Harry and Bess drove home to Missouri by themselves. There was no Secret Service following them.
When offered corporate positions at large salaries, he declined, stating, “You don’t want me. You want the office of the President, and that doesn’t belong to me.. It belongs to the American people and it’s not for sale.”
Even later, on May 6, 1971, when Congress was preparing to award him the Medal of Honor on his 87th birthday, he refused to accept it, writing, “I don’t consider that I have done anything which should be the reason for any award, Congressional or otherwise.”
As president he paid for all of his own travel expenses and food.
Modern politicians have found a new level of success in cashing in on the Presidency, resulting in untold wealth. Today, too many in Congress also have found a way to become quite wealthy while enjoying the fruits of their offices. Political offices are now for sale (ie. Illinois ).
Good old Harry Truman was correct when he observed, “My choices in life were either to be a piano player in a whore house or a politician. And to tell the truth, there’s hardly any difference!