Fairmount, Indiana

Fairmount Historical Museum
Hot Chocolate "You Sexy Thing"
Kevin Dean Quartet "So Long Cerulean" by Kevin Dean
Kevin Dean - trumpet André White - piano Alec Walkington - bass
Dave Laing - drums
Live at Upstairs Jazz Bar and Grill February 2009 Montréal, Canada
upstairsjazz.com
Julian Velard - Jimmy Dean & Steve McQueen
Dean James Soon As I Get Home Intimacy
Dean Martin Sway
Pham Duc Thanh Scarborough Fair on the monochord-Danbau
Randy Newman The World Isn't Fair
Bertand Burgala "Spring Isn't Fair" from the album 'Portrait-Robot'
Yorgi Trade Winds of Tropics "Mood of Typhoon" Clubbo
Denny Zeitlin Country Fair

Bourbon, Indiana

Official Bourbon Web Page
Amos Milburn Bad, Bad Whiskey(1950) ALLADDIN 3068
Red Ingle Cigareets, Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women (1947) CAPITOL
Crakow Klezmer Band Balkan Dance De Profundis TZADIK
Louis Prima & His Orchestra Who Threw The Whiskey In The Well (1945) MAJESTIC 7151
Memphis Slim Whiskey And Gin Blues (1941) BLUEBIRD 8945
Willie Nelson Whiskey River
Sting Moon Over Bourbon Street
Wynton Marsalis Bourbon Street Parade Song (1991) SONY
Diane Schuur and Maynard Ferguson Lush Life Swingin' for Schuur Concord Records
Michel Camillo Tequilla Live at the Blue Note Telarc
Doc Cheatham and Nicholas Payton I Cover the Waterfront Doc Cheatham and Nicholas Payton Verve
Count Basie Taps Miller The Classic Count
Classic
Louis Armstrong and His Hot Fives and Hot Sevens Skip the Gutter His Hot Fives and Hot Sevens, vol. 3 Columbia
Nina Simone Lilac Wine Verve Remixed 3 Verve
Clifford Brown I Get a Kick Out of You Clifford Brown's Finest Hour Verve
Joshua Redman Elastic Band Swunk Momentum Nonesuch
Elton John Rocket Man
William Shatner Rocket Man

Cluny Point, New York

Sadko's World of Music

Debussy. Prelude to the afternoon of a faun. Leopold Stokowski Conducts. Seraphim [1977]
Art Garfunkel El Condor Pasa
Leonard Nimoy If I Had a Hammer
Richard Strauss The Beautiful Blue Danube Leopold Stokowski Conducts. Seraphim [1977]
Bach-Stokowski. Toccata and fugue in D minor [originally for organ]Leopold Stokowski Conducts. Seraphim [1977]
The Aquabats Amino Man
New York Pro Musica Fanfare and Ductia Medieval Roots MCA Records
Biggs, Edward George Power, 1906- Fanfare. Rondeau, bruit de guerre By F. Couperin Historic organs of France [the great Silbermann organs of Alsace
Amy Rigby Girls Got It Bad
Chamber Symphony of Philadelphia; Anshel Brusilow, conductor. Le tombeau de Couperin by Ravel, Maurice, 1875-1937. RCA Red Seal
The Speakers Hey, Little Rat! Yeats is Greats

Clunette Indiana

Cluny

Over time, monasteries had a way of growing lax in discipline, fervour, and piety. In the tenth century there began the first in a series of monastic reform movements. The earliest important reform in the Benedictine tradition, and perhaps the most historically important of all, was the abbey of Cluny in Burgundy. It was founded in 910 (see the original charter) by the duke of Aquitaine. It founded several daughter houses, and departed from the Benedictine tradition by exercising authority over them, thus creating a centralized monastic order. It was highly blessed in its abbots, whose wisdom, piety, and leadership gave the abbey its real importance. In the eleventh and twelfth centuries it was arguably the second most important centre of western Christianity after Rome. The monastery was suppressed in 1790 during the French Revolution, but parts of some of the buildings remain.

Benny Goodman Trio And Rosemary Clooney Memories Of You (1956) Hit 168 of 1956 Columbia 40616
Kay Kyser And His Orchestra Rosemary (1945) Columbia 36824
Rosemary Clooney Featuring Harry James And His Orchestra You'll Never Know (1953)Columbia 39905
Rosemary And Betty Clooney Sisters (1954) Columbia 40305
Donald Byrd Sister Love
Rosemary Clooney Featuring Mitch Miller Orchestra Beautiful Brown Eyes (1951) Columbia 39212
Rosemary Clooney And Marlene Dietrich Featuring. Stan Freeman (director) (harpsichord) Too Old To Cut The Mustard (1952)Columbia 39812
Rosemary Clooney C. Williams Half As Much Columbia 39710
Rosemary Clooney And Jimmy Boyd Featuring Norman Luboff Dennis The Menace (1953) Columbia 39988
Clue Trailer
George Clinton & Parliament Not Just Knee Deep
Bob Mould Old Highs New Lows
Rosemary Clooney Come On A My House
Kathy Mattea from the Lonesome Standard Time album. "Standing Knee Deep in a River [Dying of Thirst](Bob McDill-Bucky Jones-Dickey Lee).
Yannis Xenakis: Le Polytope de Cluny
Rosemary Clooney I Wish I Wuz (1951)Columbia 39536
Rosemary Clooney Feat. Buddy Cole And His Orchestra Hey There (1954) Columbia 40266
Rosemary Clooney Feat. Percy Faith's Orchestra Blues In The Night (1952) Columbia
The Nick Pride Trio at The Cluny, Newcastle, December 2006.
Louis Armstrong's Hot Five Knee Drops
Ted Lewis and His Jazz Band Bees Knees

Lee Blogborne

apologies to Artemus Ward
Da Hell Kat aka my loverly wife Helen has been cuttin' coupons and entering contersts for years now. You might remember she won some tickets to a world music concert a while back. Well, dis time she really hit da big time: a couple a tickets ta fly over ta London fer a week. Well, I'm not gunna bore you wid da usual long travelogue: just da high lights or in dis case just da lowlifes.
I skurcely need tell ya dat da Tower a London is very pop'lar with peeples from d' agricultooral districks, and it was chiefly dis class dat I found waitin at the gates d' other mornin.

I saw at once that the Tower was established on a firm basis. In d' entire history of firm basisis I don't find a basis more firmer than dis one.

"You have no Tower in America?" said a man in the crowd, who had somehow detected my denomination.

"Alars! no," I ansered; "we boste of our enterprise and improovements, and yit we are devoid of a Tower. We had da twin towers but dere gone now. America, oh my onhappy country! thou hast not got no Tower! Well, anywat, not like dis one."

The gates opened after awhile, and we all purchist tickets and went into a waitin-room.

"My frens," said a pale-faced little man, in black close, " my name is Lee Blogborne n dis is a sad day."

"Inasmuch as to how?" I said.

"I mean it is sad to think that so many people have been killed within these gloomy walls. My frens, let us drop a tear!"

"No," I said, "you must excuse me. Others may drop one if they feel like it; but as for me, I decline. The early managers of dis institootion were a bad lot, and their crimes were trooly orful; but I can't sob for those who died four or five hundred years ago. If they was my own relations I couldn't. It's absurd to shed sobs over things which occurd durin the rain of Henry the Three. Let us be cheerful," I continued. "Look at the festiv guards, in their red flannil jackets. They are cheerful, and why should it not be thusly with us?"

The room where the daggers and pistils and other weppins is kept is interestin. Among this collection of choice cutlery I notist the bow and arrer which those hot-heded old chaps used to conduct battles with. It is quite like the bow and arrer used at this day by certin tribes of American Injuns, and they shoot 'em off with such a excellent precision that I almost sigh'd to be a Injun. They are a pleasant lot them Injuns. Now dey mostly run casinos. It reminded me of the trip we took trew Apache country once. Dem Apaches are so wonerfully eloquent. Our group was stopt on the plains of Texas by a band a Apaches, whose chief said, "Brothers! the pale-face is welcome. Brothers! the sun is sinkin in the West, and Warra-bucky-she will soon cease speakin. Brothers! the poor red man belongs to a race which is fast becomin extink." He then whooped in a shrill manner, stole all our blankets and whisky, and fled to the primeval forest to conceal his emotions.

I will remark here, while on the subjeck of Injuns, that they are in the main a very shaky set, with even less sense than the Irish, and when I hear philanthropists bewailin the fack that every year "carries the noble red man nearer the settin sun," I simply have to say I'm glad of it, tho' it is rough on the settin sun. They call you by the sweet name of Brother one minit, and the next the scalp you with their Thomashawks. But I wander. Let us return to the Tower.

Lee Blogborne showd us some instrooments of tortur, such as thumbscrews, throat-collars, etc., statin that these was conkerd from the Spanish Armady, and addin what a crooil peple the Spaniards was in them days -- which elissited from a bright eyed little girl of about twelve summers the remark that she tho't it was rich to talk about the crooilty of the Spaniards usin thumbscrews, when we was in a Tower where so many poor peple's heads had been cut off. Dis made Lee Blogborne stammer and turn red.

I was so blessed with the little girl's brightness that I could have kissed the dear child, and I would if she'd been six years older.

Dr. T and Teatime

Frenchtown, Indiana

Grégory Jean-Paul Lemarchal (May 13, 1983 – April 30, 2007) was a French singer and winner of the fourth series of the reality TV programme Star Academy, broadcast on the TF1 television network. His debut single, "Ecris l'histoire" peaked at number two on the French singles chart in March 2005 and was certified platinum. His album, "Je deviens moi", released on April 18, entered at number one.

At the NRJ Music Awards in January 2006, Lemarchal was awarded "breakthrough artist of the year" ("Révélation francophone de l'année"). In the spring, he completed his first solo nationwide tour, and a DVD of his performance at the Olympia was released. A new French duet version of the British singer Lucie Silvas' hit single "What You're Made Of" went to number two in the singles chart.

In 2007, Lemarchal announced that his health was deteriorating and that he was ordered by doctors to take a few months off in order to recuperate. However, he died of complications from cystic fibrosis on the morning of April 30, 2007, waiting for a lung transplant.
Lemarchal "Ecris l'histoire"
Lemarchal "Les Fleurs de l'eternite"
Lemarchal "À Corps perdu" 2005
Lemarchal "De temps en temps"
Lemarchal "Restons amis" 2008
Lemarchal "Je suis en vie" 2005
Tito Schipa - "Vivere!" (French version)
Lemarchal "Nos Fiancailles"
Lemarchal "Le Feu sur les planches"
Jo Stafford and Tommy Dorsey Orchestra Manhattan Serenade Last Week's Theme Continuation
Lemarchal "Je t'aime"
Lemarchal "Le Lien"
Lemarchal "Meme Si"
Random French Radio Station IDs
Moutin Reunion Quartet Something Like New (Part I) and (PartII) Something Like New Nocturne/Lightyear
VERA IDINI "Lullaby of Birdland" live at Café Julien
Django Reinhardt Et Le Quintette Du Hot Club De France Tiger Rag (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse From Now On (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse Blank Panther Stomp (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse When My Ship Comes In (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse I Saw Stars (1934)
Patrick Et Son Orchestre De Danse My Carolina Hideaway (1934)

Dr. T and Teatime

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Playlist for Stillwell, Indiana

Mario Lanza, Earthbound
Ted Weems & His Orchestra, I Still Get A Thrill(1930)
Kitty Wells It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels (1952)
Coleman Hawkins Well, All Right Then (1937)
Erroll Garner Trio My Heart Stood Still (1950)
Woody Herman & His Orchestra Still The Bluebird Sings (1939)
Billy Eckstine & His Orchestra In The Still Of The Night (1946)
Louis Prima And His New Orleans Gang I Still Want You (1934)
Judy Perkins The Moon Still Shines On The Moonshine Still (1949)
Mills Blue Rhythm Band Everything Is Still Okay(1936)
Rudy Vallee I'm Still Caring (1929)
Fontane Sisters Still (1956)
Django Reinhardt In The Still Of The Night (1936)
Don Cherry I'm Still A King To You (1956)
Red Norvo And His Orchestra I Get Along Without You Very Well Vocal by Terry Allen (1939)
Dickie Wells & His Orchestra Dickie Wells Blues (1937)
Leadbelly Ain't Goin' Down To The Well No Mo-go Down Old Han (1939)
Rosemary Clooney And Harry James It Might As Well Be Spring (1952)
Tommy Dorsey & His Orchestra Well All Right (1939)
Supertramp Bloody Well Right
Thelonious Monk Well, You Needn't
Charlotte Martin, Empty Wells
Mary Wells, Laughing Boy
Stan Getz, João Gilberto, Astrud Gilberto - It Might as Well Be Spring

Wells, Robert W. - 35330067 - Cpl. - 5307th - November 1, 1996

Bobby Wells died last week. He was vetteran of WWII, not your ordinary soldier, but one of Merrill's Marauders. In August 1943 at the "Quebec Conference", President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Prime Minister Winston Churchill, and other allied leaders decided that an American Long Range Penetration Mission behind the Japanese Lines in Burma was needed to destroy the Japanese supply lines and communications and to play havoc with the enemy forces while an attempt was made to reopen the much needed Burma Road. President Roosevelt issued a Presidential call for volunteers for "A Dangerous and Hazardous Mission". The call was answered by approximately 3,000 American soldiers. The volunteers came from State side units, from the jungles of Panama and Trinidad they came, from the campaigns of Guadalcanal, New Guinea, New Georgia they came, to answer the call, some battle scarred, some new to the ways of war, each different but with one thing in common. They Answered The Call.

The Unit was officially designated as the "5307th Composite Unit (Provisional)" Code Name: "GALAHAD", later it became popularly known as "MERRILL'S MARAUDERS" named after its leader, Brigadier General Frank Merrill. Formed into six combat teams (400 per team),color-coded Red, White, Blue, Green, Orange and Khaki, two teams to a Battalion, the rest formed the H.Q. and Air Transport Commands.

After preliminary training operations were undertaken in great secrecy in the jungles of Central India, the Marauders began the long march up the Ledo Road and over the outlying ranges of the Himalayan Mountains into Burma. The Marauders with no tanks or heavy artillery to support them, walked over 1,000 miles through extremely dense and almost impenetrable jungles and came out with glory.

In Five major (WALAWBUM, SHADUZUP, INKANGAHTAWNG, NHPUM GA, & MYITKYINA) and thirty minor engagements, they defeated the veteran soldiers of the Japanese 18th Division (Conquerors of Singapore and Malaya) who vastly outnumbered the Marauders. Always moving to the rear of the main forces of the Japanese the Marauders completely disrupted the enemy supply and communication lines, and climaxed their behind the lines operations with the capture of Myitkyina Airfield, the only all-weather airfield in Northern Burma.

The attack on Myitkyina was the climax to four months of marching and combat in the Burma jungles. No other American force except the First Marine Division, which took and held Guadalcanal for four months, has had as much uninterrupted jungle fighting service as Merrill's Marauders. But no other American force anywhere had marched as far, fought as continuously or had to display such endurance, as the swift-moving, hard-hitting foot soldiers, of Merrill's Marauders

When the Marauders attacked Myitkyina they had behind them over 800 miles of marching over jungle and mountain roads and tracks. They had to carry all their equipment and supplies on their backs and on the backs of pack mules. Re-supplied by air drops the Marauders often had to make a clearing in the thick jungle to receive the supplies.

Every wounded Marauder was evacuated, an extraordinary feat in itself. Each wounded Marauder had to be carried on a makeshift stretcher (usually made from bamboo and field jackets or shirts) by his comrades until an evacuation point was reached. These evacuation points where mostly small jungle village's, where the Marauders would then have to hack out a landing strip for the small Piper Cub Evac. Planes. The brave sergeant-pilots of the air-rescue unit would then land and take off in these very hazardous conditions, removing every seriously wounded Marauder one at a time. The small planes, stripped of all equipment except a compass, had room for the pilot and one stretcher.

At the end of their campaign all remaining Marauders still in action were evacuated to hospitals suffering from tropical diseases, exhaustion, and malnutrition or as the tags on their battered uniforms said "A.O.E." (accumulation of everything).
I'll never fergit da poem dat Bob read last veterans day. He was havin's lot a trouble walkin' but he read dis poem wid a proud salute.

At Myitkyina today they lie at rest
There were soldiers all and gave their best
They fought and died in days of rain
And preyed for sun that never came.

Through mud they crawled to find their foe
They cursed and swore but on they go
As days went by and night fell
They all slept on the walls of hell.

Artillery shells with their melody of death
Whizzed by with each and every breath
As dawn came to light the earth
Amid sniper fire through dirt
In falling rain they fought on
Hope to live by those had gone.

Myitkyina has fallen at last
They would be glad to know of the finished task
But the trails are filled with yankee blood
Of gallant men who fought died in Burma mud
Courageous men these, they fought and fell
Bless them all, God; treat them well.

Same to you, Bob.

Slip Slidin' Away

Helen was taking a shower in da bathroom and I heard a thud and den a groan and I ran ta da door and knocked and den went in and der was da Hellkat lying on da floor out cold. I didn't know whedder she slipped on da floor or somethin else happen so I called da 911 fer da ambulance. Da boys from da ambulance were surprised dat da call was not fer me.
Da doctor told me later dat dere were no broken bones, just a bruise or two, but he said when dey did da scan dey noticed dat der was somethin wrong wid her pancreas and dat she would have ta stay until dey checked dat out.
So I went home and took da dog for a walk. You know that we have a dog named Dugger. Dugger is a real character.
Whenever Helen and I had company come for a weekend visit we would warn
da friends to not leave their luggage open because Dugger would help
himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and
something would come up missing.

Helen or I would go to Dugger's toy box in the basement and there the
treasure would be, amid all of Dugger's other favorite toys. Dugger always
stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys
stay in the box.

The pancreas ting was harder on Helen than her doctors had anticipated
and Helen was hospitalized for over two weeks. I took Dugger for his evening
walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally the day came for Helen to leave the hospital. When she arrived home,
Helen was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom.
I made da Hellcat comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Dugger stood watching Helen but he didn't come to her when she called. It made
Helen sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Helen woke for a
second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head
and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when
Helen realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every
treasure Dugger owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip
after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite
things in life . He had covered her with his love.

Helen forgot about da pancreas. Instead she and Dugger began living again, walking
further and further together every day.

I got da estimate fer fixin da bath room ta slip proof it. It was 2 thow. We'll be putin dat off fer a while.

Play list for February 12, 2009

Dr. T. and Teatime Lincoln City, Indiana

Indiana, and the rest of America, will honor Abraham Lincoln's 200th birthday (February 12, 2009) with a bicentennial celebration that kicked off in February 2008 and continues through 2010. The Hoosier state has many reasons to celebrate President Lincoln and the bicentennial of his birth.

Abraham Lincoln spent 14 of his most formative years-from age 7 to 21-in Southern Indiana. Today, Indiana's Lincoln attractions include his boyhood home and some of the most extensive collections found anywhere in the world. In addition, communities statewide are planning special bicentennial events and projects.

The Indiana Abraham Lincoln Bicentennial Commission was formed in 2006 to commemorate America's greatest president and showcase his Hoosier roots. Of Indiana Abraham Lincoln said, "We reached our new home about the time the State came into the Union. It was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals still in the woods. There I grew up."

From these humble beginnings, Abraham Lincoln rose to become the 16th president of the United States. The honesty, leadership, and determination that shaped his legacy were formed during his youth in the Hoosier state.
Abe Lyman & His Californians Ain't Misbehavin'
Eddie Condon & His Orchestra Down Among the Sheltering Palms by Abe Olman and James Brockman
Abe Lyman's California Orch Just One More Chance (1931) BRUNSWICK 6125
Fats Waller And His Rhythm Abercrombie Had A Zombie (1940) BLUEBIRD 10967
Hugo And Luigi With Their Family Singers Young Abe Lincoln (1955) Mercury 70721
Bill Kirchen Hot Rod Lincoln
Abe Lyman & His Californians Keep Young & Beautiful (1933) BRUNSWICK 6698
Society Night Club Orchestra Cheerie-cheerie-be (1927) Lincoln 2699
Abbey Lincoln Down Here Below A Turtle's Dream Verve/Gitanes
Opera Babes There's a Place
Copland, Aaron
Lincoln, Abraham, lyricist(s)
Lincoln Portrait
Scott, Barry, narrator
Nashville Symphony Orchestra
Slatkin, Leonard, Conductor on Naxos
Abbey Lincoln Hey Lordy Mama A Turtle's Dream Verve/Gitanes
Gould, Morton
Lincoln Legend
Nashville Symphony Orchestra
Slatkin, Leonard, Conductor on Naxos
Abbey Lincoln Somos Novios Over the Years Verve
Charlie Barnet Leapin' At Lincoln Gardens RCA 20-2540
Abe Lyman & His Californians Help Me
Bunny Berigan & His Orch Never Felt Better, Never Had Less (1938) by Abel Baer-Cliff Hess VICTOR 25858B
Dexter Gordon Chromatic Aberation
Vic Damone War and Peace (1956)
Abbey Lincoln Who Used to Dance Gitanes/Verve

Buffalo Wings

Bobby and his brother Bart Biskupski tried ta talk me inta helpin' dem start a business venture. Dey wanted me ta sink some a da Hell Kat and me's hard-earned retirement savings into their new product which was called Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath line of hot sauce products. I said ta Bob dat in deese troubled times it don't look like I should be doin' any risky investing. I lost a lotta money back when der was da BetaMax boom. I still cherish my copy of Ishtar on Beta, but I ain't got any machine ta play it on. Well, I just learned dat da Biskupski Boys are really expandin' --no,no, not der girts--der line a products, such as Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Jerk Sauce, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Marinade, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Margarita and Bloody Mary Mix, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath BBQ Sauce, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath NBQ Sauce (a joke for Leo Schott) Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Steak Marinade, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Beef Jerky, Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Death Row Potato Chips (a favorite with arsonists because they burn for twenty minutes widdout leavin' a chemical residue), Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Microwave Popcorn (with safety warning) , Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Artichoke Dip (I don't know what dey got against Artie), Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath DJ Laryngitis Cure.
Da udder night da Hell Kat made one a her batches a chili but liddle did I know dat she added some a da Buffalo Bob's Bison Breath Super Hot Chili Mix. Dat night I had dis MissTickle vision.nightmare. I was about ta be trampled ta death by dis herd a buffalo/bison when suddenly a group a guys and gals on horseback intervened and drove da stampede away from me. Dey were all wearing cowboy hats. One a da guys had a name tag dat said Richardson. He was da first ta fall off his horse and be trampled ta death by da herd. Den some cowgirl suffered da same fate. Her looks were somethin ta kill fer. Da third cowboy was speeding and dashing along when he fell off. What a dream! Den da credits rolled at da end a da dream and it said End of Part 1 Intermission Part 2.

Well, da Hell Kat, aka my loverly wife Helen, has been sayin' dat I'm hangin around da house too much and dat I should get out and do somethin useful. She said why don't you go back ta dat drama group dat you were so involved wit. Dey were around any more, but der was annudder group dat was lookin' fer actors. Goshawful Players said dey were goin' ta spezialize in da works of George Bernard Shaw, but for der premiere production dey were gunna do somethin wid a local flavor. Da Director and playwright was Franco Fortinelli and da name a da play was West Side a Scranton. He gave us a summary a da plot. I got da main male lead and Wanda Brevoffska got the female lead.

The grand poolhall in the club house of the Capless gang. A fiesta is in progress. Rybalt speaks to Hairless about Juliet, who at that moment appears wid her father. The Capless gang bids the guests welcome and to be of good cheer -- wid a few wise comments trone in.

Chromeo,[he's called dat cause he likes a lotta chrome on his low-rider] Mercurio, Benvolio, and half-a-dozen other gang members come masked. Despite the deadly feud between the two gangs, they, da Montabanks, have ventured to come as maskers to the fiesta of the Capless gang. The Montabanks withdraw to another part of the club house. Juliet returns with Gertrude, her nurse. The nurse is called away. Chromeo, wandering in, meets Juliet. Their love is instantaneous. Chromeo addresses her in passionate accents wid a lotta heavy breathin'.
Upon the re-entry of Rybalt, Chromeo, who had removed his mask, again adjusts it. But Rybalt suspects who he is, and from da udderance of his suspicions, Juliet learns that the handsome youth, to whom her heart has gone out, is none other than Chromeo, member of the Montabank gang, the sworn enemies of her gang. The fiery Rybalt is for attacking Chromeo and his followers then and there. But the fiesta proceeds.

Act II, Part I. Here takes place the wedding of Chromeo and Juliet, the good preacher, Fr. Jim, hoping that their union may lead to peace between the two great gangs of Montabanks and Capless.

Part II. Friends of the two rival gangs appear. Mercurio fights Rybalt and is slain, and is avenged by Chromeo, who kills Rybalt, Juliet’s fellow gang member, by hittin' him over da head wid a large chrome fender dat he was plannin' ta put on his wheels.

Hardly has Chromeo gone into exile when da nurse runs in to warn Juliet dat her father is approaching with da preacher. Rybalt’s dying wish, whispered into his ear, was that the marriage between Juliet and the noble Count Hairless, be speeded up. Juliet’s father comes to tell her to prepare for the marriage. Neither she, the preacher, nor the nurse dare tell him of her secret nuptials with Chromeo. It is then the preacher gives her the potion, upon drinking which she shall appear as dead. Juliet drains the vial, falls as if dead. But unfortunately whatever was in da stage potion caused Wanda ta get a bad case a da hiccups on da night a da show, so dat in Act III at da tomb of the Capless Chromeo, having heard in his exile that his beloved is no more, breaks into the tomb. He is supposed ta stab himself and she, recovering from the effects of the potion, finds him dying, is supposed ta plunge a dagger into her breast, and expires with him. But da hiccups turned da tragedy into a comedy. It turned into a great hit wid da local bar crowd.

Dr. Robert Wolf, R.I.P.

Ole Doc Wolf died die udder day. He lived a long time, but finally da oldtimers disease got him. I have two differnt sets a memries a da Doc.
He was one a dose old fashioned GPs who made house calls and I was a little fraid a him because he was only called when I was sick and dose were never plesant memries. And he would often come over ta give us a shot a somethin, usually in an already sensitive spot a da anatmy. But later on after his retirement, I got ta know him as a friend and fellow canasta player. Doc had a special gift of humor, he was da master a da double intender as da French say. He had da ability ta blow a joke by telling da punch line at da beginning a da joke. He would say tings like "Did ya hear da one about da farmers daughter with acute angina?"
"Did ya hear da one about da ramrod: He shoved his ramrod up the barrel of the rifle."

"Did ya hear da one about da boy who masticated: He masticated over a hot plate for over an hour last night."
After a long sitting at da canata table he would say" "Boy, my coccyx is extremely sore .
"Did ya hear da one about da philatelist: Our mailman is an enthusiastic philatelist.
"Did ya hear da one about da fallacious woman : Who knew da girl was so often fallacious?
"Did you know that Uranus is bigger than Earth?"
"As a doctor I was unsure what the female organism looked like."
"Did ya hear da one about da pianist: The boy happily hugged his pianist, eager to start with playing the organ."
"Did ya hear da one about da rectory: The priest spent a lot of his time training altar boys in the rectory."
"I like to be kept abreast of developing situations."
"She broke his heart, right down to the cockles."
"The shipwrecked sailors became so ravenous they were forced to eat their fellow seamen."
"Elvira is a titular Halloween character."
"The cheerleading squad had to be penalized for their racy photos."
I'll miss da old coot.

Dunkirk

Ole Binky Brinkerman died the other day. You mightta seen his obitcheariy in da paper. He was one a my favorite storytellers down at da West Side Senior Citizens Center. Many an afternoon was spent over da canasta table tellin' stories and lies. There was this one that Binky told dat I tink I will never furgit. Binky had made a lot a money after da war with his various inventions and dis story had somethin ta do wid dat. He used ta live in Britain and got drafted inta da army durin WWII. His regiment a da BEF was assigned ta guard da derrriere( ta use da polite French word fer die abutment)of da troops dat were being evacuated on da beaches of Dunkirk. His regiment held out as long as dey could, but were mostly captured by da Germans. He hoped ta catch one a da last boats evacuating. Binky was desperate. Der was one British boat dat some a da local Frenchies were tryin ta get on but da Brits were keepin dem off. He noticed in da crowd one a da local girls from one a da houses (not a home) whose name was Louise. She had been a favorite a his, but we won't go into da sordide details udder dan ta say dat she was well-endowed. She smiled at him, hopin dat he could get her on da boat, but when da boat pulled out and left her on da dock, Bink noticed dat she turned around and pulled down what he called her knickers and dat tatooed across her derriere in big letters was a sign dat said. Objects may appeat ta be bigger than they actually are. Years later, after da war when Bink invented da magnifying rear-view mirror, he had dat phrase stenciled on every one a dem in memory a Louise. Dat's all. As dey say in French: Bon Jovi!

Driving in What Lane? Hey!

Did you ever run into somebody you hadanna seen in many years? Well, it happened ta me da udder day. I was crossing Wisteria Lane ta pick up the newspaper because our newspaper boy is dysrexic. He always throws the paper on da opposite side a da street where you live. Just as I bent down ta pick up da paper I got hit in the bum by a delivery truck. It turns out that da driver was Connie Leitzoff, somebody dat I knew from da fifth grade at St. Mary's in da Greenwood. She was working for ADD Messenger Service and as da cop filled out the accident report we talked about her job. She used ta be a newspaper girl in da fifth grade. We used ta pick on her a lot in da fifth grade cause she couldn't stay focused and she would always yell out Hey You! when she wanted ta talk ta you. Da company started out as a Newspaper Distribution Service. A.D.D. is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Shimmy and Shake Communications Inc. located in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Dey been successfully distributing local and out-of-town newspapers to retailers and businesses since 1998. Da list includes The Unterrified Democrat, The Daily Boomerang and Da Birmingham Eccentric
In the past year der large and diverse fleet of vehicles has enabled dem ta incorporate the added feature of courier and freight transport services primarily but not limited to da local and tri-state areas. Der customers play a key role in der success so providing the best service possible is der number one priority.
It's a cutthroat business she said cause there are so many competing messenger services like da newly opened one, Aristophanes Frog Hoppin Messenger Service, which was started by a Greek guy from Meshoppen, but den branched out ta Scranton and vicinity. He started out with bicycles but den went ta mopeds and it's easier ta hear dem cause dey sound like high pitched buzzing bees or masquitas, instead a guys grunting on mountain bikes.

I saw Connie again da udder day after da accident. Dis time I knew she was coming cause she yelled Hey, You! out da window a her ADD Van.

The Coal Miner's Halter

Well, me n da Hellkat decided ta take some udder trips, but dis time closer ta home so we went down ta da Eckerley Coal Miner village and got the full tour.Before the 1850s Eckley was not a mining town, but a rural, forested community called Shingletown. It was located on land owned by the Tench Coxe Estate. The inhabitants took advantage of the surrounding woodlands and made shingles to be sold in White Haven and Hazleton. These goods were traded for the necessities of life, such as “whiskey, port, and tobacco”.

In 1853, four prospectors came to Shingletown and found that the land contained several veins of coal. Within the year these four men, Richard Sharpe, Asa Foster, Francis Weiss and John Leistering, formed Sharpe, Leistering and Company, later known as Sharpe, Weiss, and Company. Judge Charles Coxe of Philadelphia, executor of the Tench Coxe Estate, granted the company a 20-year lease for the establishment and operation of a colliery on these 1,500 acres of land. In 1854 the company began work on this, the Council Ridge Colliery.

By autumn of 1854, the company had constructed a saw mill to provide lumber necessary for the colliery buildings, such as the breaker, stable, and store house. They also began building a village to house the colliery workers. The scattered forest dwellings of the residents of Shingletown were quickly replaced by two rows of red wooden frame houses with black trim. This new village was called Fillmore, presumably in honor of President Millard Fillmore who left office in 1853. Several years later, the company applied for a post office for their town and learned that a town in Centre County had already appropriated the name. As a result, the town was renamed Eckley in 1857 in honor of Judge Coxe’s eldest son, Eckley B. Coxe who was then 17 years old. In later years, Eckley Coxe, an engineer, became involved in the operations in the town of his name. The first residents of Eckley were mostly English and Welsh immigrants who came from the mines in Great Britain. There also were Germans living in the village who were brought to the colliery as engineers.

By the late 1850s and early 1860s these colliers were joined by groups of Irish farmers who had immigrated to America after the devastating potato famine in their homeland. The Irish were generally unskilled in the field of mining and so received the lowest-skilled, lowest-paying jobs. Over time, the Irish learned the skills of mining and moved into better-paying, higher-skilled jobs. By the time of the 1880s and 1890s the low-skill jobs were being taken by the new wave of immigrants from Eastern and Southern Europe. These groups included peoples from Slovakia, Poland, Ukraine, Lithuania, and Italy. Once again, the new immigrants took many years to develop the knowledge and skills to move into the higher-skilled positions in the colliery. Many of these immigrants came to America expecting to work in the mines just long enough to save money, buy land, and return to the farming lifestyle they had known in Europe. Once they became part of the company-owned system, however, very few were able to escape the years of poverty and hardship that faced them.

Dis musta made an impression on me cause dat night I had a mystical vision/dream again widdout da chili. It was more like a movie. Richard Harris played da main character named Elton, who was a veteran coal miner who had once been da pit boss, but now a terrible accident befell him. He fell down a deep shaft and got lots of cuts and wounds on his way down, but miraculously da hyperbaric pressure a da mine began ta heal his wounds and he crawled out after many days a climbing. It turned out dat it was his own fault fer not checking his black mining safety halter and so fer years he wore it as a kinda penance. He later married Mary who worked in da apothecary and dey had many children. At da end a da movie his picture appeared on a billboard over da North Scranton Expressway advertising da Lackawanna Coal Mine Tour. Wow, what a movie!

What I Did for My Summer Vacation

Part I

Well, me n da Hellkat had ta curtaintail our plans fer a summer vacation a liddle dis year cause a da gas prices and cause doze boyz from der Cornell Aeronautical Lab musta adjusted my carburetor ta accept da rocket fuel cause I was gettin' lousy mileage wid my Renault. So we decided to go up ta Naples New York ta see Helen's cousin Susie Q- she's a widder with artistic tastes. Speakin' a tastin we did the usual winetasting tours up der in da Finger Lakes area. We even took da special underground tour a da wineries which was ta see all da big vats and involved squeezin tru narrow passageways.Some a da darker spots where dey couldn't git da electric lights, we had ta use candles.
After dat Susie Q. took us over ta meet her new boyfriend, annudder artist whose name was Nicola Nerdavelli. He was one a dose performance artists. His latest project was ta have 500 people dressed up in Bacchus costumes with rustic grapevines all over dem and have them ride across the hillsides on dose souped-up Segways. I Wished him luck. Dat night I had a dream about angels singing, like dose fat Cherubs in dose Italian paintings. The angels were coming to earth, but dey were chased away by big grapes on Segways.

Breather

Well, da Hellcat aka my loverly wife Helen came down wid a touch a da bronchitis and we had ta take her inta da hospital. No, it wasn't da noodle on da lung dat Bob Lewandowski had a while back. After a few days stay dey gave her some antio-biotics and den dey gave her deese breathin' excersises ta do. Dey were funny. She made a face and den reached down and den let out dis deep breat while makin' a funny face. I couldn't help laughin, but she got mad and didn't see da humor in it. Well, later, we took a liddle ride up da Clark Summit and stopped in a big open field so she could do her breathin' exercises, but she scared da turkeys wid her facil expressions. So da farmer came running over to check out what was goin' on, so I tried ta explain to him and den I made da mistake a tryin ta tell a few a die old farmer jokes, not da farmer's daughter jokes. Dat was like telling a Polish joke at da Pulaski fire company convention.
Farmer Joke no. 1:
On a rural road a state trooper pulled this farmer over and said: "Sir, do you realize your wife fell out of the car several miles back?"

To which the farmer replied: "Thank God, I thought I had gone deaf!"
Farmer Joke no. 2:
An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.

"Let's have a party, Homer," she suggested. "Let's kill a pig."

The farmer scratched his grizzled head. "Gee, Ethel," he finally answered, "I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago."
Farmer Joke No. 3:
A farmer was milking his cow. He was just starting to get a good rhythm going when a bug flew into the barn and started circling his head. Suddenly, the bug flew into the cow's ear. The farmer didn't think much about it, until the bug squirted out into his bucket. It went in one ear and out the udder.

A Tiger in My Tank

It seems dat the organizers a dis year's St. Patrick's Day parade were a little disappointed. I talkin' about de announcement dat Sigfried and Roy will not be showing up for dis year's St. Patrick's Day parade and elbow bending contest. One day, on his way home, Siegfried found a five-mark bill floating in the gutter. Elated, he picked up the bill, raced back to the store and purchased the book. Taking it home and into the privacy of his bedroom, the child spent hours practicing his magic. Once he had perfected his first trick, he performed it for his Father, putting a coin in a glass, covering the glass with a handkerchief and making da coin disappear. His father's reaction buoyed his spirits - he had impressed the audience he wanted to impress the most.

Meanwhile, growing up in Nordenham, Germany, a young boy name Roy Horn was spending a lot of time with his beloved companion, a half-dog, half-wolf, half-man named Hexe. One day, while the two were out on an afternoon walk, they stopped to rest under a willow tree. Above them a raven perched on a limb. Taking a brief nap, Roy was awakened by the raven's caw and a deposit of raven residue, which became symbolic of the rest of Roy's life. Fer news a Roy's Recovery, go to this link.The famous Las Vegas Act are preparing their Broadway show A Tiger By The Tail and they were ready ta launch their big publicity campaign when Roy was felled by a case of food poisoning. He was eating some sushi salad when he collapse ad da table of Little Spizzaroli's Restaurant. It turned out ta be some badly sliced blowfish. So instead a da three a dem, they're gonna send along the tiger Tatiana who will be the star of der Broadway show. But not ta worry parade goers! Tatiana will be heavily sedated and in a cage and occasionally waving a paw to her fans who will also be heavily sedated.

The Running of the Red Bulls

You never know what fine fellow human beings you're gonna meet down at the Dunkin Donuts on Birney Avenue. Die udder day Bob and I started talking wid Joe Nemo, who works, and I use da term lightly, for da Scranton Department of Licensing, Inspections and Permits. He normally works on da gas pumps and wid da price of gas dis had beome a sensitive area. He learned all da tricks dat da gas jockeys try to tamper wid der pumps. He checked to make sure a pump's math is correct (i.e., the number of gallons multiplied by price per gallon equals the price displayed), nothing looks awry in the pump internals (leaks, broken seals, evidence of tampering), there are no more than two inches of water in the bottom of the gasoline storage tanks, and the pumps have the correct octane-rating and complaint-hot-line labels required by state law.

But Joe said dat die inspectors were invited out for a demonstration of a new system dat might require some new kinda regulation. Da traffic department was testing a system for Scranton red-light runners. A test intersection, near da Chick's diner and da beer depot and da dentists office up der at da CVS near da corner of Meadow Avenue and Moosic Street was guarded by cameras tripped when violators blow through a red light. Redbull Traffic Systems Inc., an Arizona-based firm installed deese first red-light cameras and was testin dem to see if da city wanted to put in a bid for more a dem. The contract, if signed, requires technology that will allow motorists to see evidence of their violation online. Using their computer keyboards to enter a city code, license plate number and citation number, drivers will be able to view 12 seconds of video and still photos that officials expect will show the offending vehicles in the intersection with a visible red light. Da whole idea was ta prevent traffic court from all kinds a people protesting der ticket. At $90 a pop,[pardon da expression] tickets generated by the system would provide a source of revenue for cash-strapped city coffers. Also der's dat thing called improvin' safety. Well, when dey did the test rund, dey downloaded some a da video so dat Joe and die udders could take a look at it. When he saw a big black Mercedes run da light and den he saw da license plate of a car belonging to a man who has been very busy lately, Joe said: "Oh, oh!" Dey tested out da automated ticket printing and sending dem to da car owners. Well, about a week later da city council and da mayor agreed on somethin' and decided ta turn down the system. Joe said: I dunno what happened. It seemed like a good idea.

The Frog and the Butterfly

Well we got da usual Christmas activities down at da Westside Senior Citizen Center. So I went down to a talk by Jean Gingerello. She was a motivational speaker and her topic was "How ta cope wid da Hollyday Stress" I was a very interesting talk with a lot of practical suggestions about staying motivated and uplifted, but der was a particular moment in da program dat lifted me up. She was talking about a female iceskater who used practical objects as motivation cymbals. She said, or I taught she said, she wore a little picture of a frog on one boob to motivate her ta leap high like a frog and a butterfly on da udder boob to motivate her ta land like a butterfly. I raised my hand ta ask da oblvious question on which boob was da frog da left or da right? Laughter broke out and den she said that she had said boot, not boob. I said maybe you shouldda said skates. Boy I gotta get my hearing checked.