By now, most of you have probably heard.
Jerry Lewis has passed. At age 91.
Like so many comedians/comic actors he had amazing range and talent. Some Hollywood types are a one-trick pony. Jerry certainly wasn’t. Have you seen King of Comedy?
After his split from straight man Dean Martin, it was publicly asked, “What’s Dean going to do?” 😛
My lovely sister was in one of his movies. The Nutty Professor (the original in 1961) filmed exteriors on Arizona State University campus. My sister was one of the extras! Unfortunately, her scenes were cut! She still adored the man.
Then, there was his long commitment to the Muscular Dystrophy charity. How giving was this man?
I’ll leave you with this. When I heard he had passed, I imagined him just like this, sneaking into the Supreme Being’s conference room and pantomiming again, to Count Basie…
Keep ’em laughing Jerry!
I’ve always owned a car. At least, since I was a licensed driver.
First, a loaner from my parents, then a used car (bought with assistance from my parents). Then, a succession of beaters (to which Dave-the-mechanic can attest!).
Finally, after the accident, I bought my dream car – a 1989 Isuzu Trooper! This was in 1995. Most of my previous cars were at least 10 years old when purchased. I just never had the money/credit to buy new.
When the Izuzu ‘gave up the ghost’ seven years later, I already had begun looking for a replacement. The engine blew, and I needed a car. I was still working, commuting, and one really needs a car to get around the Valley.
Credit, money, income limited my choices. I ended up with a 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue. (This was 2002!) She was NOT my first choice, but I did qualify for her.
Who knew she would last fifteen years?
The sad part is, now she is worth maybe $500, if I’m lucky. She still runs (the engine is still powerful), but needs major work – rack and pinion leak, crankcase leak, a/c compressor, engine mounts and window regulators, and many other things. I’ve been advised not to drive her unless it’s absolutely necessary.
And, as I now drive J’s car (a 2006 Honda Element, the a/c works!) it seems silly to insure two cars. We rarely need both.
SO…I’m either selling or donating the car.
It will be the first time since 1970 (broken beater car downtime excluded) that I’ve not actually HAD a car.
I’m looking at one Internet site who claims to buy cars. As well as Father Joe’s Villages charities and the Salvation Army.
And it makes me sad and a little scared.
I can no longer walk very far w/o pain. And, what if J’s car goes South – then what?
To get the Olds road-worthy is a minimum $1000. Seems silly on a $500 car, when a second car is available.
So she’s on the block.
Helen Rawls is a childhood memory.
Jim (about who was written here previously) is my oldest continuous friend. I’ve known him since August 1960, when he was in First Grade and I in Third. She was his mother.
Helen passed on Halloween at 97.
from her Arizona Republic obituary (in part):
…She spent the remaining years of her childhood in Indianapolis, graduated from Short Ridge High School, became a stenographer, and joined the Army. She was one of the first women (other than nurses), to be a member of the armed forces.
… Helen was active in the Community Christian Church, as a member of the ASU Faculty Wives and the League of Women Voters. She was also a volunteer for Meals on Wheels, tutored at local schools, and worked with various other charities. She lived the last 29 years of her life at Friendship Village Tempe.
Services are at Friendship Village Health Care Center – 2525 E. Southern Ave. Tempe, on Sunday, November 6, 2016 at 2:30 pm. Contributions can be made to a charity of your choice , in Helen’s name.
Until I read the above, I’d not known she had been in the Army. She was my friend’s mom. And a fine woman. She was pre-deceased by her husband Bill, who had been a physics professor at A.S.U. in 1996.
Bill had served in the Navy. My thanks to you both for your service.
Helen and Bill were the most functional family on the block. (Obviously, an improvement over my dysfunctional family!) Raised quality kids, participated in church and civic affairs, recycled before it was cool. I knew Helen as just one of the housewives on the block.
I’m glad they are together now.
are nothing new!
(courtesy of Bobbi, in part, from her musings on 9/11…)
Barbarians of one stripe or another had been after blowing up highly-visible stuff in the States for a good long while — a Federal building in Oklahoma City, a van-bomb at the World Trade center, and so on back to the 1886 Haymarket bombing in Chicago. There’s no shortage of fools who think blowing up innocent people is a suitable method to effect change.
It’s not. It’s been shown to produce nothing but death, injury and anger. And we’ve now got the TSA bringing miniature, audience-participation versions of the Stanford Prison Experiment to every passenger airport in the country.
Here’s what I can tell you: when violent people initiate force against the innocent, more people step up to stop them (Flight 93), to help the victims (police and firefighters at the World Trade Center and Pentagon), and they do not count the personal cost; they step up. Civilization is stronger than barbarism. It is not destroyed from the outside.
So remember the heroes, probably none of whom felt especially heroic in the moment. Remember the people who do what needs doing. And don’t kid yourself that it won’t happen again.
Considering we remain at ‘war’ (in one degree or another) against these forces (both foreign and domestic) after 15 years, it’s good to hear that while said barbarians keep testing (and sometimes breaching) the fences, there are folks out there who continue to step up to do the task at hand. Thank you, Roberta, for reminding us.
Three quotes come to mind:
While it may be apocryphal, Winston Churchill is often quoted as having said (supposedly paraphrasing Orwell) “We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.”
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13)
“The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.” – General George S. Patton
Okay, 2016, enough already!
Another one of my childhood icons, Hugh O’Brian, passed yesterday…
He was 91.
For those too young to be baby-boomers, he was Wyatt Earp in the TV series The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp 1955-1961.
When the Western was King.
(Yeah, he didn’t sport a mustache, and didn’t truck with hookers on the show, I know!)
O’Brian first attended school at New Trier High School in Winnetka, Illinois, then the (now defunct) Kemper Military School in Booneville, Missouri. He lettered in football, basketball, wrestling, and track. O’Brian dropped out of the University of Cincinnati after one semester to enlist in the United States Marine Corps during World War II. At seventeen, he became the youngest Marine drill instructor.
Hugh O’Brian dedicated much of his life to the Hugh O’Brian Youth Leadership (HOBY), a non-profit youth leadership development program for high school scholars. HOBY sponsors 10,000 high school sophomores annually through its over 70 leadership programs in all 50 states and 20 countries. Since its inception in 1958, over 435,000 young people have participated in HOBY-related programs.
One high school sophomore from every high school in the United States, referred to as an “ambassador,” is welcome to attend a state or regional HOBY seminar. From each of those seminars, students (number based on population) are offered the opportunity to attend the World Leadership Congress (WLC). In 2008, over 500 ambassadors attended from all 50 states and 20 countries. The concept for HOBY was inspired in 1958 by a nine-day visit O’Brian had with famed humanitarian Dr. Albert Schweitzer in Africa. Dr. Schweitzer believed “the most important thing in education is to teach young people to think for themselves.”
O’Brian’s message to young people is “Freedom to Choose” as explained in an essay on the topic:
I do NOT believe we are all born equal. Created equal in the eyes of God, yes, but physical and emotional differences, parental guidelines, varying environments, being in the right place at the right time, all play a role in enhancing or limiting an individual’s development. But I DO believe every man and woman, if given the opportunity and encouragement to recognize their potential, regardless of background, has the freedom to choose in our world. Will an individual be a taker or a giver in life? Will that person be satisfied merely to exist or seek a meaningful purpose? Will he or she dare to dream the impossible dream? I believe every person is created as the steward of his or her own destiny with great power for a specific purpose, to share with others, through service, a reverence for life in a spirit of love.
— Hugh O’Brian, The Freedom to Choose
When I get depressed, and think the Hollywood crowd consists primarily of self-centered leftist morons, I remember there are folks out there who have dedicated their lives not only to entertainment, but the betterment of others.
Hugh O’Brien is one of those folks.
And now he’s gone.
RIP, Sir! And thank you!
(from Free North Carolina)
Apparently, that whole First Amendment, Freedom of Religion thing is kind of passé for some people at the Red Cross down in Lafayette, Louisiana. I mean, how else could you explain their decision to condemn a police officer for having the audacity to pray with flood victims in need of help?
This past week police officer Clay Higgins stopped by the local Red Cross shelter after work to see how he could be of service to the hurting people of his community. Higgins was still in uniform and carrying a Bible as he spoke and prayed with local residents. After a few minutes on scene he was approached by a Red Cross volunteer who told him that the Red Cross had taken issue with what he was doing and wanted him to leave.
“He said the Red Cross had an issue with me being there. So I asked him what the problem was. He looked down at my Bible and he gestured and said, ‘They have a problem with that.’”
Higgins then asked to see a supervisor, and that supervisor told him that he needed to leave their facility.
It’s been said there are no atheists is foxholes. I suspect it is the same in the throes of a natural disaster. AND, if one is an avowed atheist, holding to their beliefs during such an event, how is a groups of other-minded folks clinging to their beliefs offensive?
The fact is the American Red Cross is a private organization, loosely linked to the International Red Cross, and if both want to continue being supported by the charity of persons worldwide, they need to loosen up.
I happen to know, from direct personal experience, that the Red Cross is entirely converged and totally corrupt, so it doesn’t surprise me in the slightest to hear that the Red Cross is refusing donations in Louisiana unless they can profit from them:
“So as we are headed back home from the River Center in Baton Rouge volunteering our nursing services Dawn and I have come to the conclusion that neither of us WILL EVER volunteer or donate to the RED CROSS. The Red Cross basically takes over the shelters and starts refusing clothes, donations and various volunteer services UNLESS they are previously contracted. So what does that mean….well, 60 boxes of doughnuts were discarded this morning becuase the delivery vendor was not in contract, hot meals were refused becuase the entity providing wasn’t contracted, and medical supplies including medications were trashed for same reason. Clothes that were “donated” needed to be left on the street unless they were “furnished” by Red Cross. As of tomorrow, the shelter we were at will be completely over taken by the Red Cross other than the medical area because they couldnt have the actual room since LSU has a contract with state to provide medical care. Its sad when the military police were helping to “protect” the medical areas from the red cross when there are so many other issues at hand. Anyway, next time to want to donate or volunteer your services, do your homework.”
Don’t ever donate to, or volunteer with, the Red Cross. They are fully SJW-converged and they have been for years. This is also why one should NEVER set up a non-profit. They are always quickly converged by the very people who have lots of time and are oh-so-eager to help.
I remember a friend telling me years ago that they were in a house fire. The fire department responded, as did the The Red Cross – who gave them water and blankets.
Later that week, THEY RECEIVED A BILL FOR THE RED CROSS EFFORTS!
And, how sad is THAT?
My good friend Kevin (of the couple written about in these pages – Tomi and Kevin) asked I post a link to a candidate’s website.
To sell bumper stickers. @ $10.00 a pop.
For charity, of course! Which charity? Joe’s choice.
The candidate is JOE MADDON. He is the manager of the ubiquitous Chicago Cubs baseball team!
click on photo link to site
(I know, a political candidate and sports?! Has Guffaw gone ’round the bend?)
Nope. I support charities and my friends. And considering the field of already declared candidates, while I suspect he too may lose, he’s probably a better choice than the front runners.
It was he or the big meteor set to collide with Earth…
Attached, please find an email I received recently.
(I figured as long as you were in a clicking mood from the previous post!)
No donation is required – although I’m certain one would be appreciated.
When I think of the USO, I think of Bob Hope. And the many years he brought entertainment to our troops worldwide. And the many other entertainers since who have given time, money and even entered dangerous venues to perform…
They asked me to send a message to those who had served. I was unable to send money, but, regardless, I’m certain the message is appreciated.
Take a moment to send one, as well, please.
Our service members need to hear from you.
For our brave service men and women, keeping our country safe isn’t their only worry. They’re stressed about being able to afford a house and quality daycare for their children. They’re anxious about finding a job after they leave active duty.
According to the 2015 Blue Star Families Military Family Lifestyle Survey, many believe the American people don’t appreciate how much they’ve given up to serve our country.
Until they hear from you.
When we asked you to send a message of support to a hero, you answered the USO’s call to deliver a million messages in honor of our 75th anniversary.
We know your message will bring a smile to the service member who receives it. So why stop there? Will you take a moment to thank our men and women in uniform again by sending another now?
Show your gratitude and support by sending another message to a brave service member now. Let our heroes know you stand with them, today and every day.
Guffaw, the annual Blue Star Families Survey revealed a number of worrying trends among our service members and their families: financial anxiety, especially when it comes to housing, childcare and retirement; difficulty in transitioning from military to civilian life; and nervousness about future job prospects.
But that survey also shined a bright light on these heroes’ most remarkable qualities: Resilience and pride. Commitment to education and community.
Yes, our brave men and women in uniform are pillars of American strength – and at the USO, we know they draw that strength from connecting to the things they love and fight for. So we’ve helped build those connections – with our shows and celebrations, at our wellness and welcome centers, through your gifts and messages – for 75 years.
Please, help us mark this important anniversary and deliver 1 million messages of support by sending another message of gratitude and encouragement now.
Add your message now to show our brave men and women in uniform the American people do value their service and appreciate their sacrifices.
Thank you so much,
Senior Manager, Integrated Campaigns, USO
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(And, now for something completely different – as promised)
22 VETERANS COMMIT SUICIDE DAILY
Even ONE of these heroes making this choice is unacceptable! (Day #9 of 22)
and other minor questions…
By Walter E. Williams @ Townhall
Last month, I celebrated the beginning of my 81st year of life. For nearly half that time, I have been writing a nationally syndicated column on many topics generating reader responses that go from supportive to quite ugly. So I thought a column making my vision, values and views explicit might settle some of the controversy.
My initial premise, when looking at all human issues, is that each of us owns himself. I am my private property, and you are your private property. If you agree with that premise, then certain human actions are moral and others immoral. The reason murder is immoral is that it violates private property. Similarly, rape and theft are immoral, for they, too, violate private property. Most Americans will agree that murder and rape violate people’s property rights and are hence immoral. But there may not be so much agreement about theft. Let’s look at it.
Theft is when a person’s property is taken from him — through stealth, force, intimidation, threats or coercion — and given to another to whom it does not belong. If a person took your property — even to help another person who is in need — it would be called theft. Suppose three people agreed to that taking. Would it be deemed theft? What if 100,000 or several hundred million people agreed to do so? Would that be deemed theft? Another way to ask these questions is: Does a consensus establish morality?
Self-ownership can offer solutions to many seemingly moral/ethical dilemmas. One is the sale of human organs. There is a severe shortage of organs for transplantation. Most people in need of an organ die or become very ill while they await an organ donation. Many more organs would become available if there were a market for them. Through the National Organ Transplant Act of 1984, Congress has made organ sales illegal. Congress clearly has the power to prevent organ sales, but does it have a right? The answer to that question comes by asking: Who owns your organs? One test of ownership is whether you have the right to sell something. In the case of organs, if it is Congress that owns our organs, then we have no right to sell them. That would be stealing from Congress.
People have the right to take chances with their own lives. People do not have a right to take chances with the lives of others. That is why laws that mandate that cars have brakes are consistent with liberty and seat belt laws are not. You might say, “Aha, Williams, we’ve got you there because if you don’t wear a seat belt and you have an accident and turn into a vegetable, society is burdened with taking care of you!” That’s not a problem of liberty. It’s a problem of socialism. Nobody should be forced to take care of me for any reason. If government assumes the job of taking care of us, then Congress can control just about every aspect of our lives. When I was a rebellious teenager, my mother frequently told me, “As long as you’re living in my house and I’m paying the bills, you’re going to do as I say.” That kind of thinking is OK for children, but not for emancipated adults.
I have only touched the surface of ideas of self-ownership. The immorality associated with violation of the principle of self-ownership lies at the root of problems that could lead to our doom as a great nation. In fiscal 2015, total government spending — federal, state and local — was about $6.41 trillion. That’s about 36 percent of our gross domestic product. The federal government spent $3.69 trillion. At least two-thirds of that spending can be described as government’s taking the property of one American and giving it to another. That’s our moral tragedy: We’ve become a nation of people endeavoring to live at the expense of others — in a word, a nation of thieves.
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Just thought I’d bring a little light reading to your Saturday morning! – Guffaw
I was in high school, active in the (award-winning) choir, and in The Mystic Crystal (the magic club). And one of the kids in the neighborhood pointed me in the direction of an amateur troop of kids who performed free. For people who needed entertainment.
And I thought what the heck.
They were called The Cavalier Players. Founded by a quintessential stage mother to get her daughter’s (marginal) dance talents exposed further, they performed free for anyone who would have them.
And I signed up.
I remember many elder care facilities, some like Phoenix’s The Beatitudes – the top of the spectrum. Others where the only thing in memory was the smell of urine.
And one Thanksgiving at the St. Vincent De Paul dining hall, packed to the brim with the unfortunate.
Other members included dancers, singers, gymnasts, and piano players. On one occasion, the tape deck with needed music broke, so (Geez! What the hell was her name?) the stage mom stepped out on stage, announced “I-AM-THE-ORCHESTRA!” and began humming so the dancer could continue with her performance!
Another time, Debbie J. (a gymnast) performed the splits, but had not stretched sufficiently. She reached the bottom of her split, but was unable to come back up. And began screaming and crying. The EMTs were called. She had torn some ligaments. YIKES!
Being a magician, my only faux pas were dropping my concealed handcuff key (loudly, on a wooden stage), and having one of my juggling balls bounce off the stage toward the audience.
At least I was able to exit the stage, pick up the ball in mid-bounce and continue juggling! I was much more mobile and faster, then.
I performed with them a couple years in high school. It did teach me a little about the less fortunate, and about the show going on.
We even made the local paper, with a photo! Sadly, in the pre-digital age, my likeness was over-done with ink, making me appear as a minstrel show player! Not very cavalier…
The stage mom and her daughter moved a couple years later. I never saw them again – guess the daughter never ‘made it’?