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 tend to like (my) women with longer hair.
This doesn’t mean it must be past their waist (especially if it starts at their lower back!) but it does mean in this matter I tend to be traditional.
BUT, this doesn’t mean I’m inflexible…
Witness the exemplars below:
But that was the 90’s.
I recently stumbled upon a new show entitled Taxi Brooklyn, wherein a female NYPD detective (who is an abysmal driver) enlists the aid of a suspect/witness to chauffeur her around in his taxi. The plot and theme have many holes in them, but, then there’s this detective…
Not a beautiful as Janine Turner, but still as appealing and spunky!
I still like women with longer hair, but, I WILL make exceptions!
Gotta be flexible, ya know.
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
After a few days of successfully rehabilitating my desktop all-in-one HP 300-1020 touchscreen I hearkened back to days of yore (of my what?)…
Of my former computers.
Prior to this one, I’d a series of increasingly-faster tower systems, starting with a 286 and ending with some Pentium variant. And beyond.
Originally, I’d access the Internet via dial-up. You remember – SHHHHHHH, followed by electronic bing-bong tones and then a connection – if we were lucky. And then it was bbs (bulletin board services) and IRC (internet relay chat) connecting with people in places like Scotland and Germany. (Finland bbs’ers disavowed me because I was an American!)
I remember chatting on a bbs with a guy whose handle was broomhandlemaus (or something) who told me he collected broomhandle Mausers. How cool was THAT?
I chatted with some women, too. The less said about that, the better.
But the 286 wasn’t my first computer.
My first cost me $20 in 1986 from a department store. You hooked her up to a B&W TV (as a monitor) and used a tape recorder for memory(!) She was a Timex-Sinclair 1000 !
I’d no money initially for the 16K memory add-on (it came with 2K resident), and had many peripherals available – including a printer!!! But alas, with no money, and no modem, I’d no way to connect her to the outside world… Eventually, I did get the 16K memory, though!
I remember hunt-and-peck entering machine code for hours to get a simple row-column program to appear on the TV, only to have the tenuous connection to the add-on memory break, and the screen go dark. Of course, this was before I could save it onto the tape recorder.
Sigh. Back to square one.
I even remember Computer Shopper Magazine having a center section entitled The Timex-Sinclair Survival Column. Obviously, with memory technology passing her in light years, it no longer became practical to connect 10 and 20 machines together to build robots, and such. And they went into the dust bin of history.
But, she taught me a lot, and more importantly set the computer hooks in me.
And, here I am today, communicating World-wide with friends on the Internet, and writing a humble blog.
Who knew? :-)
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.
As Broderick Crawford represented the Highway Patrol, and Lee Marvin the M Squad (Homicide), Efrem Zimbalist, Jr. WAS the FBI in the FBI TV Series.
During Hoover’s last years, when we had Cointelpro, Mr. Zimbalist played the G-Man to a T, the ideal J. Edgar only dreamt of. He was even gifted by the Director with retired FBI Agent credentials!
Mr. Zimbalist was 95(!)
We’ll miss you Lewis Erskine and Stu Bailey. Remember to stay low and keep your powder dry!
Walter R. Walsh, a world-class marksman who shot clothespins off laundry lines as a boy and went on to become an F.B.I. legend in shootouts with gangsters in the 1930s, an Olympic competitor and a trainer of generations of Marine Corps sharpshooters, died on Tuesday at his home in Arlington, Va. He was 106.
His son Walter confirmed the death.
(further in the article…)
In 1942, after America’s entry into World War II, Mr. Walsh joined the Marines. For two years he trained snipers in New River, N.C. He requested combat duty in 1944, was sent to the Pacific and joined the invasion of Okinawa in 1945. At one point, with his unit pinned down, he killed an enemy sniper at 80 yards with one pistol shot.
Mr. Walsh, you were a credit to this Nation and to shooters everywhere. R.I.P.
h/t Maddened Fowl
I’ve been whining of late, in this venue, regarding my lack of funds, a decent transportation vehicle, lack of guns, health ISSUES, in other words, me, me, ME!
How shallow and self-centered of me. Seriously.
I’ve had two brothers. One, a step-brother, lives a short distance away, was pre-eminent in his field (is now retired), and is a truly fine human being. But, we have no real relationship.
Why, you ask?
Because he is 12 years older than I and we have absolutely nothing in common, except we lived in the same house for a year or so, after my Dad remarried. He, in college, me, in the third grade.
You see the problem?
The other brother remains unnamed. Why? Well, I only found out about him a couple of years ago. You see, I am a twin, and my brother didn’t survive. And my parents never told me about him.
Fast-forward to this past weekend. I’m fumbling around here, trying to get computers to work and get on-line long enough to post on this blog, with limited success.
And I didn’t get to read many other blogs, as I usually do, daily.
I missed word from Brigid that her brother ‘Big Bro’ had passed away, after his long battle with cancer. He was a U.S. Navy veteran, a motorcyclist, and a fine man. How do I know this? He’s her brother, how could he not be?
Please say a prayer for her and her family, if that’s what you do.
And take time to remember brothers everywhere – named and unnamed.