Not Exactly New News

It’s not polite to speak ill of the departed. Natalie Wood’s death was controversial at that time.

The issue of whether or not it was accidental is not, new news.

Why it is being brought up now has me baffled.

On another subject, the three major television networks, failing to find any new programming ideas, are rebooting old series.

Rosanne, will come back on ABC. CBS brought back Hawaii 5-O, MacGyver; will bring back Cagney and Lacey, and Magnum PI.

Will they be successful?  Hawaii 5-O and MacGyver seem to be doing well.  I miss the scowling characterization portrayed by Jack Lord in the original series.

What other expended TV series could be reincarnated?  …Leave It To Beaver, Bewitched, Barnaby Jones, Moonlighting?

I happened to like Moonlighting–the theme song was great, the tension between Bruce Willis and Cybil Shepard made the show.  I didn’t care for the way Seinfeld ended, either.


Black Friday & Anti-Locavorianism

Himalayan bath oil… New Mexican firewood… Contemptuousness for all things local.

Acceptability achieved for brief awkward moments when narrow confines of passions intertwined.  In ancient times, called establishing commonality.

Same actors, same roles, encore performances.  No conversation topics off limits.  Everyone knew where they fit on the political, social spectrum–no boundaries were crossed.  What would have been the point?

Bargains perused, for participants in post-holiday shopping frenzy.

After a satisfying breakfast together, content to be left behind.


When Fame Winked

“Super Mario” Salcedo is featured  in the latest issue of “Conde Nast Traveler.”  Super Mario is a permanent cruise ship traveler–has been for twenty years.

Super Mario has met and talked with thousands of passengers.

And to think we rubbed shoulders, just a few short months ago, on the eleventh deck, aboard Royal Caribbean’s Navigator of the Seas.

On port side, there was a reserved table, with plaque, inscribed–“Super Mario’s Office.”

Last January, we chatted on a late Friday afternoon.

“We’re passing by an island–wonder what it is?  It has mountainous terrain.”

“That’s Cuba,” Super Mario replied.  “We’re passing by the island of Cuba–cruise ships will stop there soon.”

You know what?  Super Mario was right.

In the fall of 1975, the Nixon administration was over-as was the Vietnam conflict–but not the fallout.  At a political rally, I shook hands, with, then President, Gerald R. Ford, actor, Dale Robertson, and poet, Rod McKuen.  Did anybody else remember Rod McKuen?

My most unusual glancing blow with near-fame, was the time I replaced Paul Newman’s dentist’s father, in the early eighties.

Paul Newman, once suffered a dental emergency, during a flight to the St. Louis area.  The nearest small town, Cahokia, IL, had a young dentist and his wife eager to help.  The story made front-page news, with a publicity photo, featuring the then-smiling, Paul Newman, Drs. Kent and Kathy S.

Dr. Kent’s father, Lou, retired, some time before, which opened an opportunity for me as a telephone technician.  Encounters with fathers, of those with encounters, with famous persons, were as close as I would get.




cattle drive

My imagination reigned

A resonant baritone voice

Sang an aria–never missed a note

Conquered mountains, dragons and villains

Starred in an epic love saga–complete with dialogue

“I am but a humble man of the forest

Not worthy of your love”

Cast in a sitcom–as the sometimes nutty

But, always loyal neighbor, best friend

A herd of cowlicks stampeded

Raised dust clouds on the prairie

Visible, only in my bathroom mirror

A leading man, cowboy hero

Came to the rescue–tamed the madness



Sat still, waited
Stayed strong
Somehow, something
Better, would come along

Hung onto words
Happy to be unseen
And unheard–walked away
Then returned–pretended
To enjoy the show, again

How to derive logic
From all that was illogical?
No, not my style
Accepted as illogical
Then–moved on

I didn’t get the big picture
Because, truth was elsewhere–in
The Chrissy Teigen underwear scare
And the way everyone wore their hair