This just in…
Of course, in my circles he’s most remembered as Jim Rockford, the reluctant private-eye who never made much money in The Rockford Files. But there’s so much more.
Maverick – TV
The Americanization of Emily
The Great Escape
Eight Simple Rules
and one of my favorites…
Rest-in-Peace Jim. You were loved by millions, and one of the few pretty boys who progressed from leading man to character actor with aplomb!
You will be missed.
My friend North advises us that his good friend – and a friend to us all – MAURA – passed away this morning.
I only knew her from the Internet, but was introduced to her via North. She authored a blog for a while about clean, healthy eating. We exchanged emails for a short time, as my niece was doing a vegan blog then. I missed her when she stopped blogging, but was unaware of her having health issues. This now makes sense.
RIP Maura. You touched more people than you know!
I like FNC…
NO, NOT the Fox News Channel – although I DO like it, too, on occasion.
I’m speaking of the blog Free North Carolina!
They sometimes have blog fare I view as incendiary, but, more often than not, they make me think differently on a specific issue – even if I continue to disagree with them on that very issue!
One of this Constitutional Republic’s tenets I wholeheartedly endorse is speedy justice. I know, with the judicial bureaucracy, it doesn’t always seem so, however.
FNC did post a short video of one such event:
Pickpocket, purse snatching, shoplifter?
Beginning in South Africa, and emigrating to the United States, he was a range officer @ Jeff Cooper’s Gunsite, before striking out on his own with Yavapai Firearms Academy.
No word yet as to what happened.
h/t Tamara Keel, Facebook
or say a prayer, if that’s what you do.
Mary C. – Dave-the-mechanic’s mother passed away Father’s Day, after a short illness. She was 88, having had her birthday that Saturday. Her memorial is today.
Mary was longtime volunteer at Desert Samaritan Hospital, serving for 24 years in many different offices and was Volunteer of the Year for the State of Arizona in 1983. She was an active member of King of Glory Lutheran Church, singing in the choir for 35 years and serving as choir librarian for 20 years.
Mary is survived by her husband of 62 years, Al; her children Mick, Dave, Ruth, Karen; 8 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren.
To have been the center of such a great family, and been a giver of such service…
She will be missed.
My thanks to all of you who commented, wrote or at least stopped for a moment in your day to think of Dave and his family. – Guffaw
My Father taught me that not only was Memorial Day to honor those who gave their life in service to this Nation, but also to take a moment to remember those who have gone before who were dear to us. He and I visited the grave of my Mother Charlotte on Memorial Day 1977. She passed when I was in the Second Grade.
He knew he wouldn’t survive past August that year. I didn’t know.
Being disabled, when my conditions allow, I spend time doing research on the Internet. It’s amazing what information is ‘out there’ if we only bother to look.
And, sometimes information is absent, even if we do.
Below. a photo of my friend Everett, who served in the Army in Europe in the 70’s.. He was a big man, both tall and wide, had a deep booming voice and a great sense of humor. He paid his way through college hustling pool. Another blogger whom I don’t know was his friend in his last years, and said he was the most ethical man he ever knew. I believe him.
Marla was a woman I dated after my marriage broke up. She was funny, quirky, sexy and loved her children. Sadly, not only do I not have any personal photos, but neither does the Internet. I’d lost contact with her after she moved on with her life, and was attempting to reestablish a friendship when I found out she had passed. I’ve no information as to how. She was in her 50’s.
PLEASE take the time to remember those who served and those you love, because you never know…
I STILL look askance at those people/businesses who say ‘Happy’ Memorial Day. I choose to reflect and remember these folks, and not to be morose.
My life was better for having known these people.
Of course, there are those among us who after reading multiple stories of incidents daily regarding officer malfeasance, theft, abuse, perjury and felonies who look askance at such a professional paper.
I personally know a number of law enforcement folks who truly believe their oaths and (I think) hold to them (to the best of their ability, considering their agency ‘rules’). But my knowing doesn’t matter.
It’s all about public perception.
It doesn’t help that Hollywood producers like Dick Wolf (of the Law & Order programs) portray law enforcement as everything from straight arrows to crooked-as-a-dog’s-hind-leg. I just watched a cross-over episode (with L&O SVU) of Chicago P.D. (the newest agency in the collection) wherein the head of C.P.D. Intelligence is ordered to ‘do whatever it takes’ to break a serial rape/maim suspect. He puts him in ‘the cage’ (a chain link enclosure not affiliated with the jail system) and proceeds to beat on the suspect and begin cutting off his ears (something the suspect is alleged to have done) until he gives up the location of the still active co-suspect.
Now, just like our Republic, I’m all about looking at the total picture, warts and all. And, if the Chicago P.D. did (or does) such things, they need to be held accountable.
Just like the serial rapists who collect ears for souvenirs.
But, if it’s only fiction, then it colors the general public’s already jaded perception of police.
h/t Richard W. DeShon, Mike Vanderboegh
(thanks to Neatorama)
William Overstreet Jr. died in Roanoke, Virginia at the age of 92. During World War II, he flew a P-51 Mustang fighter plane. During the liberation of France, he performed one of the most daring fighter combat actions ever witnessed.
You can read an extensive wartime biography here. Mr. Overstreet was a daring and aggressive pilot. During training, he did loops around the Golden Gate Bridge. Later, in Europe, during the spring of 1944, he had escort duty on a bomber mission. He chased after a German fighter plane through central Paris:
The German’s engine was hit, and Bill stayed on his tail braving the intense enemy flak. His desperation undoubtedly growing, the German pilot aimed his plane at the Eiffel Tower and in a surprising maneuver, flew beneath it. Undeterred, Bill followed right behind him, scoring several more hits in the process. The German plane crashed and Bill escaped the heavy flak around Paris by flying low and full throttle over the river until he had cleared the city’s heavy anti-aircraft batteries.
(Len Krenzler/Action Art)
For his wartime record, the French ambassador to the United States presented Mr. Overstreet with the Legion of Honor in 2009.
-via Ace of Spades HQ
So, this Boxing Day night last, I’m sitting alone at the computer, trying to think of something profound. Having failed miserably at that, I went to gunbloggers.com, and the most current post at the time was from The View From North Central Idaho.
My search for profundity stopped there!
A human right is a bit like the sun. The sun is essential to life. You can bask in it, or hide from it. You may be able to change people’s attitudes toward it, or even start a religion around it. You may hate it or love it, or be largely indifferent to it, or think anything you want to think about it. If you fail to deal with it properly it can burn or even kill you, but without it you are dead. You could get a group of sun haters together in the street and carry picket signs denouncing the sun, and you might even be able to lobby enough idiots and criminals in Congress to get laws passed denouncing the sun.
But two things will remain true no matter what you think or do. A) your life depends on the sun, and B) neither you, nor any group of people, any committee or government body, no force on Earth, has the power to alter it in any way. You did not create it and you cannot alter or destroy it.
Similarly, human rights can be respected and honored, or they might be despised and violated, but they cannot be created, granted, altered, revoked or destroyed by any force on Earth no matter how popular or powerful that force may be. That’s where we get…
You need to go and read the whole thing. Especially if you don’t know the answer!
Per my daily almanac, today is the birthday in 1915 of Ol’ Blue Eyes himself, Frank Sinatra.
Whether or not you love or hate the guy, his music, his style, and his connections made him a force to reckon with in both the entertainment industry and politics. My high school choral teacher said he had the best phrasing, except for the whole “do be do be do” thing.
He came from nowhere, got ‘connected’, and the Mob allegedly paid girls to scream when he first performed live. He went to Hollywood, and it was thought his career had tanked. Then, he showed he could act. And he was renewed.
He was friends with mob guys like Sam Giancana, politicians like Jack Kennedy, and beauties like Marilyn Monroe. After Bogie passed away in 1957, he assumed chairmanship of The Rat Pack – a group of cool dudes including a black guy, Sammy Davis, Jr. This integration was unheard of in 50’s Hollywood.
He was a loyal friend. When Sammy got in trouble with the IRS, he didn’t tell the guys. Frank found out and called him, and asked, “How much are you in for?” $15 million was the reply. “I’ll write you a check.” said Frank.
He passed in 1998. Way too soon for my taste.
He did it his way.