I wrote previously about my youthful experiences in the Playboy Club, with ‘friend’ Chip. (Playboy Club Memories)
(and my unrequited lust for Bunny DJ, who treated us both well!)
It occurred to me there are additional stories. This is one of them.
(Sadly, it’s NOT about DJ…)
I’ve written before about having been a semi-pro magician in my youth. Chip also dabbled in magic – it was one of the things that (unfortunately) bonded us. So, we looked askance at those who pretended to be the real thing.
Charlatans, we called them.
Often, in the Phoenix Playboy Club, they had a medium/mind-reader. His name was Dr. Richard Ireland. He was a Phoenician, and had a church here surrounding his psychic abilities.
We looked askance at him, as well.
One night, when Chip went to the club (I had to work, or something). Dr. Ireland was doing his act, part of which was having his eyes covered with gauze and bandages, followed by a cloth blindfold. Then, he passed around a large, glass bowl to receive ‘offerings’ and questions from the adoring crowd.
And he began to do ‘readings’.
Chip decided to play his game. He was certain the good doctor couldn’t see anything, trussed up as he was. Chip wrote him a check (which was undoubtedly rubber – knowing Chip), folded it into the smallest package possible, and dropped it into the bowl.
As the evening progressed, Dr. Ireland emptied the bowl and answered questions placed therein. When he got to Chip’s check, he did not unfold it. As he had with the previous questions, he placed it on top of his head – even if the bandages and blindfold were not in place, he could not have seen ANYTHING.
And he said, “Mr. (last name excised), Thank you for your most generous contribution. But I must return your check to you, so that you may sign it!”
Of course, all jaws in the room dropped!
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. – Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
(DJ, if you are out there, please email me!)
(Four reasons to bring back Firefly!)
I’ll be in my bunk…
As I’m approaching another year as a blogger (aka ersatz writer, copy thief, waster-of-time) I’m looking at my blog roll (The Usual Suspects), and trying to decide who to keep, who to add, ad infinitum – ad nauseum. Some folks are simply no longer blogging.
Also, is anyone missing? What about those blogfriends™ who list Guffaw in AZ in their blogrolls, but I don’t list them in mine?
Is anything missing? Serious, thoughtful commentary? Intellect? Blazing retorts? Nudes? (Remember Rule 5!)
What would YOU like to see? More politics, stories of governmental abuses, gun stuff, libertarian stuff, investigation/security stories? (Remembering the final decision is up to me, regardless). 🙂
PLEASE let me know, especially if you have been kind enough to list me, but I’ve neglected listing you…
Protesters in Texas thought that showing up topless to an Open Carry rally to protest the protestors was a good idea.Carrying signs that said, “Boobs are for Babies” they had no idea how big a favor they were doing for the Open Carry folks.These protests for open carry are to draw attention to the issue. Who knew that 4 nipples would bring so much attention.–Too bad the breasts were not nicer looking. (The Miller)
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.
Whenever I have posted too many serious posts in the past, I remedied doing so by posting a few guffaws, e.g. jokes, cartoons and funny pictures. To lighten the mood.
AND, because it’s MY BLOG! 🙂
Again, I’ve posted a litany of serious posts, mostly regarding governmental abuses. And it’s got me down. But, instead of guffaws, I decided to invoke Rule 5*, instead:
SIX of my favorite women! SO many choices…sigh.
*Rule #5 Post – Celebrating Women
No, the above photo isn’t she. She was, uh, more endowed. (and a redhead). And while she was known to carry a concealed weapon, it usually wasn’t a .38 snub. It was one of those truncated Kimber .45s, in a belly-band, right below the, uh, area pictured above. Presentation was ‘between’.
This takes me back to the book Stopping Power, wherein Marshall and Sanow present numerous examples of police and civilians utilizing firearms against assailants. In teaching my students, I used to refer to the book as ‘bedtime stories’. One story had a female sheriff’s deputy rushing to exit the women’s room to back up her partner, going into full-on-Weaver, and engaging the threat. Without having properly fastened her pants. The back up cops told her doing so was a helluva diversion!
Obviously, the woman above (or Roberta) would have accomplished the same thing.
Hey, I’m all about women carrying, and carrying something effective and discrete. The presentation may lose some discretion, but, so be it!
And I saw this photo on a couple other blogs and thought, “Hey, Roberta! And Rule Five.”FTC – neither Flashbang, Kimber, Marshall nor Sanow gave me anything. Roberta did for a few years, then we parted company. No money changed hands.
h/t From The Caer, Breitbart