Every summer, when prime time TV shows went on hiatus, out came summer replacements. One example, the John Gary Show filled in for the Danny Kaye Show.
The replacement show must not have made much of an impression. I don’t remember much about John Gary–except that he was a singer. It would be safe to say, it was of the variety show genre.
Guest lists would have included the likes of Lola Falana, Sergio Franchi, and Liberace. These old TV shows can easily be accessed on Me TV or on You Tube.
Three entertainers passed away recently–Doris Day, Tim Conway, and Peggy Lipton. I’m more familiar with the work of the first two. Nevertheless, their styles of acting, entertaining, will never be replaced.
What started in March as March Madness, is over. Virginia won it all. Being away for all of March, I missed most of it.
This weekend, the Masters tournament begins. For those inclined to follow–another diversion.
Which leads to the greater question. Who’s minding the store? The worker bees, of course. Work still needs to be done.
My diversion for the weekend, the big-box warehouse store. Easter is approaching. Sure to be even more crowded, with even more than the usual annoyances.
Advice to all–choose your diversions carefully this weekend.
Day after tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I’m ready for it, as usual. Our trip to Australia next month is my gift.
Random references to Tuesday in culture, poetry, and song: Moody Blues, “Tuesday Afternoon,” Rolling Stones, “Ruby Tuesday,” Sixties actress, Tuesday Weld, from the “Beach Blanket Bingo” era. Tuesdays child was “full of grace.” Pity poor children born on Wednesdays that were “full of woe.”
How am I today? Thanks for asking. I’m not bad for a rainy, drippy, Tuesday. For the record, I wasn’t born on a Tuesday. I was born on a Saturday. Need I say, “Saturdays children worked hard for a living?”
I’m in a catch-all bad mood today. There’s no logical reason for it. Because of that, I’m trying to think positive thoughts. “Two negatives don’t a positive make.” Didn’t Newton say that?
When the Beach Boys, Pet Sounds album came out, I was a teenager and completely bummed out. There weren’t any Good Vibrations to be found anywhere. It was such a departure from anything done before. Weren’t the Beach Boys about fast cars, surfing, and California girls?
I almost gave up my Columbia Record Club membership. Those subscribed to Columbia Record Club knew, it was nearly impossible to unsubscribe. They’d send more LP’s–I’d listen, like them, and continue.
There weren’t a lot of surfer dudes shooting the curl in Midwestern lakes and creeks. Side B, the last cut, “Caroline No,” expressed how I felt at that time–and a little of how I feel today. Sending out Good Vibrations on a gloomy, gray day.
Went on my monthly visit to the local warehouse, food and domestic supplies store.
The whole process from arrival to departure took only one hour. Not that I’m complaining–just that it was very unusual.
Traffic lights, for the most part were green, instead of the usual red. The Holiday season isn’t that far off.
That’s when people should be jolly, but, instead will be at their worst. No wonder more-and-more people do their shopping on-line.
Maybe the rest of my weekend will be just as enjoyable?
With, three opened
Not, hard to guess
Where this madness
Happened to be
With made-up names
Filled up tanks
Checked the oil
Give me your wallet
Said, winsome, handsome
Drivers, with doors left open
Gulped from big, sippy cups
Danced cheese doodle, two-steps
Excessive content alarm
Buzzed, to the point