Yesterday's post was about Gordon Lightfoot because it was his birthday. Then last night, I was watching the Marty Stuart show and another singer from the past was on it. It was a repeat show, had seen it before but I can watch music shows over and over again. What? You mean you don't? Music is one thing you don't get tired of and can listen to a good song many times. A really good song just never gets old. Therefore, a good music TV show doesn't get old, either.
He had Jim Glaser of the Glaser Brothers on. Do any of you remember the Glaser Brothers from the '60s era? Well if not, here is a picture from back then. Jim is on the right:
This is what he looks like today:
He has spent the last 12 years of his life living alone in a mountain cabin. He explained why, but I am not going to go into that here. He finally came out of seclusion and started singing again. He seems to be doing great and he is 75 years young. His voice hadn't seemed to age and he could hit those high notes with out any problem at all.
Jim started out at age 19 traveling the world with Marty Robbins and sang back-up on a lot of Marty's recordings. This fellow experienced the best of both worlds; living alone in the woods and traveling the road entertaining. I wonder which he liked the best?
So, how many of you remember Jim? If you are my age, I bet you do. Now, sing a couple of verses of "Woman, Woman" (which, by the way, he recorded himself), and have yourselves a great day, you hear?
I got wondering about Gordon Lightfoot. Why? Well today is his birthday. He was born on this date back in 1938. Wow, you know that puts him five years older than I am and he is still performing. He was a prominent song writer and performer of the 60's. He was born in Ontario, Canada but went to a music school in Los Angles. He soon missed his Canadian home and moved back there in 1960.
To me, his greatest music achievement was writing the song "Ribbon of Darkness" which became a number one hit when recorded by Marty Robbins. He toured not only his home country of Canada, but the United States, Europe, and Australia.
How many of you remember Gordon Lightfoot? How many of you have even heard of him? Music has always been a big part of my life. I like to listen to it and sing and play the guitar. Of course, I only do so for my pleasure and to rid the house of unwanted pests. Now, you all hum a tune and have a great day today, you hear?
What do you think about having a dog or a cat elected to a political office? Do you think that it is impossible? Well it did happen, not once, but a few times. A Labrador retriever was elected mayor by the people of a small town in California, so it wasn't odd for them seeing their mayor begging for treats, chasing cars, rolling in the dirt, fetching a thrown ball, or just standing around drooling. His name was Bosco and he was elected mayor of Sunol in 1983 and served for eleven years until his death. Bosco promised a bone in every dish, a cat in every three, and many more fire hydrants. His campaign pointed out that he "didn't drink, smoke, or chase women, though he did sometimes chase cars".
Things didn't go all that smoothly for Bosco. He was kidnapped, or should I say dog napped, but was returned because of all the publicity. I guess it scared the kidnappers. Then, one time, he fell asleep in the back of a van and ended up in Oregon. Another time, the dog catcher picked up "his honor" and hauled him off to the pound. But other than that, he served a long and successful term.
He also gave interviews and appeared in parades. They say that he also got into some nasty brawls with other canine residents and was accused of fathering several illegitimate children. It sounds like he was just another typical politician (grin).
South of Sunol is another very small town named Harmony. It had a cat named Fred as its mayor. Fred served a long term until his death at age twenty-two. So you see, we may have more options and choices than those humans who run for office. Now, you all pet your dog or cat (they may be mayor some day) and have a great day, you hear?
Late posting, had a connection to the router but there was no Internet. My wife put her Verizon Hot Spot on charge so now I can get on the Internet. Just wanted to let you know that I am still alive and kicking. I know that I always get worried about people who normally post every day, then up and miss a day.
It has been really nice weather here. Took advantage of the nice weather yesterday and took a ride to town. Stopped at a couple of auto and truck dealers, Ford and Dodge/Jeep. Wow, since I last purchased my Jeep, they have really gotten proud of their product. They cost twice as much as our first home which was a seven room redwood ranch. Of course I have to have a four wheel drive so I can put the transfer case in neutral for towing on all fours behind the motorhome.
Just wanted to you all to know why I am late posting. Now, you all have a great day today, what is left of it, you hear?
It seemed just like yesterday when it was summer. Actually it was summer a couple of days ago and it will be again tomorrow, but for yesterday and this morning, it is cold!! How cold is it? Well let me show you:
As you can see, the thermometer reads 34.5 degrees. Now, that is just way too dang cold for this time a year around here. But it sure is great sleeping weather. Sure didn't want to get up this morning but our youngest dog (next picture) insisted.
My wife crocheted a new shirt for all three dogs. The youngest one got a yellow shirt with a fancy ruffle around the bottom. She seems to really like it.
Then our old female got herself a nice fancy, frilly red one:
Of course, our boy wanted a blue one with out the frills. He said real men don't wear frills:
Here is a picture of the matriarch on her throne, which is her favorite pillow. The King isn't allowed to share the throne but he can lay beside it:
I am telling you, my big, hot, strong cup of Columbian coffee sure tastes good this morning and it sure does hit the spot. . . yum, yum. Now I hope you all are nice and warm and cozy this morning. I know you readers that are living up north must think I am a wimp, but around here, anything below sixty degrees is considered cold. You all stay warm and have yourselves a great day, you hear?
Last week, I had blood drawn so the Hematologist could check the progress of my disease and update the amount of time I have left. I think this is a waste of time. He said that he couldn't do anything for me. The only thing he can do is remove my spleen when it gets overloaded with defective red blood cells. Then the liver will have to take over the job until it gets overloaded.
Anyway, I got to get ready to head over to Cleveland for my appointment with him. His main office, where I went to see him the first time, is in the Woodlands, but I prefer to go to Cleveland instead and he is only in Cleveland on Wednesdays.
I told you all before that I lived in Pennsylvania for many years. Then I moved to Michigan for a year or so. So when I first move to this area of Texas, I was told about property for sell and that it was between Cleveland and Dayton. Of course, I first thought of Ohio!! Anyway, I got to go get ready so you all have a great day, you hear?
I am sure all of you have heard the story about the Donner Party:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donner_Party
But, have you ever heard about the Packer Party? No, it wasn't a birthday party or graduation party or. . . it was another party that, like the Donner Party, that went terribly wrong. Here is a picture of Alfred Packer:
It seems that Alfred E. Packer, acting as their guide, took five men on a hunting trip to Colorado. They got caught in a fierce blizzard during the winter of 1873. He killed, no, I will say he murdered all five of them and survived by eating those men.
Yes, he went to trial over this, accused of murder. The thing that I found interesting, if not a little humorous (no, not the murders, but what the judge said), is what the judge said. I am going to quote exactly what the judge said:
"Stand up, you man-eating son-of-a-bi...., and receive your sentence! There were seven Democrats in Hinsdale County, but you, you voracious, man-eating son-of-a-bi..., you ate five of them. I sentence you to be hanged by the neck until you're dead, dead, dead, as a warning against reducing the Democratic population of the state."
OK, now you know another story similar to the Donner Party story. Unlike the Donner Party, where they only ate those who had already died of starvation or freezing, Packer killed the members of his party, and not one by one, but all at one time. Now, you all enjoy your meals and have a great day, you hear?
