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Some Came to Sing
OK folks, here’s Owl Chatter’s tip for today: If someone comes up to you and asks: “Are you the lawmaker Bae Hyun-jin?” just say no. This happened to the real Bae Hyun-jin yesterday and the next thing she knew some 15-year-old kid hit her over the head with a rock the size of a fist 15 times in ten seconds. She fell backwards and hit her head on the pavement. D’oh! This caused some cuts around her eyes and on her face. The rock attack caused some bleeding, but she remained conscious and should be okay. The attacker is under arrest.
Bae is a member of the South Korean National Assembly and a member of the People Power Party, for whom she picks pickled peppers. She was a news anchorwoman previously. This sentence appears in her Wikipedia writeup: ”Although she had had a short career as an anchor, she responded calmly when Kwon Jae-hong abruptly left in the middle of a program because of a sudden headache.” Man, I hate those headaches. I hope he or she is feeling better. Here’s Bae. She’s 40, enjoys yoga, reading, and baseball, and has never had a boyfriend (by her own choice, for sure).
The folksinger Melanie passed away on Tuesday. She was 76. Her full name was Melanie Anne Safka and she was born in Astoria, Queens. Her family moved to Long Branch NJ where she was ridiculed as a “beatnik” so she ran away to California. Yikes! When she returned, the family moved to Red Bank NJ. (Did you know that the First National Trust Co. of Red Bank opened an office in Long Branch? It was the Long Branch branch of the Red Bank bank.) Get this — she graduated from Red Bank HS in 1966 but was barred from attending graduation because of an overdue library book. (You can’t make this stuff up!) Revenge: Thirty years later she was inducted into the school’s hall of fame.
Melanie was one of only two female performers to perform solo at Woodstock. (Joan Baez was the other.) She had been performing at small cafes before, and it freaked her out to see 400,000 people in the audience. It began to rain before she started and thousands of people lit candles. That image inspired her song “Candles in the Rain.”
You may recall her other hits, “Look What They Did to My Song, Ma,” and “Brand New Key.” She had a raspy, compelling voice. Billboard named her the top female vocalist of 1972. The “key” in “Brand New Key” was a roller-skate key, but this lyric was interpreted as sexual (or the key was read to mean “kilo”), and the song was banned on some stations:
Well, I’ve got a brand-new pair of roller skates
You’ve got a brand-new key
I think that we should get together
And try them on to seeShe said the song was about her innocent days learning how to ride a bike and skate and “the thrill of first love.” Nothing sexual or drug-y. We believe you, Mel.
Melanie married her record producer Peter Schekeryk in 1968. He died in 2010. They had two daughters, Leilah and Jeordie, and a son, Beau Jarred. The girls, when 7 and 6, released a cover of “There’s No One Quite Like Grandma” that reached #27 on the charts in Canada, although Mel was their mom, not their grandma. Still.
She wanted to be thought of as a serious social commentator but never overcame her “cherubic” image. She said “‘Brand New Key’ doomed me to be cute for the rest of my life.”
There are worse things than cute. Rest in peace, Mel.
What the hell is Harold Baines doing in the Hall of Fame? He was a very good player — but Hall of Fame? You need to be on 75% of the ballots to get in, yet Baines never got over 6.1%. That’s not a typo – let me write it out — he never got over six point one percent. He was voted in by an alternate panel of 16: six players, one manager, six executives, and three journalists, several of whom had a close personal relationship with Baines. The decision was subject to intense criticism, and rightfully so, IMO. But he’s a good man. I’m not going to go nuts over it.
Baines comes up because when I heard that Adrian Beltre was inducted into the Hall this week, for a moment I wondered if it was another Baines. But that’s not the case at all – Beltre is totally deserving, and was on a whopping 95.1% of the ballots. He had 3,166 lifetime hits, 477 HR, and 1,707 RBI. He won a Gold Glove at third base five times. He is the all-time leader for third basemen in hits, RBI, and plate appearances (12,130). At retirement, his 2,993 games played was the 14th highest in MLB history.
It’s easy, in baseball, for the game to squelch your personality a bit. If you’re too brash, you can catch sh*t for being unprofessional. And Beltre was quiet for the earlier part of his career. It was only when he joined the Rangers in 2011 that his personality blossomed. He was very funny (by baseball standards). He was on deck one night but standing closer to the plate than the on deck circle. (He later explained he did that because it was safer for avoiding foul balls.) Usually it wasn’t a problem, but this time the second-base umpire told him he had to be on the circle. So Beltre went over, picked up the circle, and moved it to where he had been standing, and stood on it. He got kicked out of the game.
He did other little funny things: played patty-cake with second base after he slid in on a close play; ran way out into left field to avoid a tag. You know how the announcer might say the runner took a lead and was “dancing” off the base? Beltre actually danced out there from time to time.
When it became clear he’d make it into the Hall, I picked up an autographed card of his off of eBay for my collection. That was a goal of mine way back when I started it in high school — to get as many Hall of Famers as I could. So I try to keep up with the new inductees unless they have become too overpriced. (In the early days, you could write a letter to the players and they’d answer! No more. Too much money in autographs.)
Here’s Adrian’s card.
Mazel Tov, Buddy!
Let’s get to the puzzle. Up for another tune? At 25D, the clue was “Ones whose careers have turning points?” and the answer was BALLERINAS. Here you go:
Everyone loved 4D. The clue was “Starts off-key?” And the answer was HOT WIRES. Get it? To hot wire a car is to start it without a key.
But my favorite clue/answer was at 4A: The “handsaw” in Hamlet’s “I know a hawk from a handsaw.” The answer was HERON. I had completely forgotten the quote. The King had just welcomed Rosencrantz and Guildenstern who were visiting, and he explained to them that Hamlet was off his rocker and the King was hoping they could use their friendship with H to figure out what was bugging him.
But Hamlet explains to them that the King is deceived. And he says: ”I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.” Hamlet’s “handsaw” is a corruption of heronshaw, which is a bird (a heron) — so he’s really saying he knows a hawk from a heron. To confuse matters further, a hawk is another term for a mortarboard, that a plasterer uses, so Shakespeare may be playing off hawk and handsaw as two tools, as well as their being two birds. If you followed all of that, that makes one of us.
Commenter egs added: I don’t know my ass from a handsaw, which has resulted in some painful carpentry projects.
BTW, Hitchcock’s film title North by Northwest is derived from this quote.
If you like picking nits, 23A was “Rutabaga, for one” and the answer was TUBER. Are you outraged? Dusty R says: I’m not going to die on this hill, but from what I remember taking plant science classes in college, a rutabaga is a taproot not a tuber. I realize that if you google rutabaga it says “tuber,” even on some university extension websites, but they are significantly different parts of a plant morphologically.
Hrrrrrumph!
See you tomorrow.
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Sweet Home Alabama
Do you find it ironic that the State of Alabama — a state strongly associated with guns and killing — has had so much trouble killing Kenneth Smith? They should have asked Smith himself for help — he apparently had no trouble murdering a woman. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. The woman he killed was the wife of a preacher. The preacher paid him $1,000 to do it and later killed himself.
It was over a year ago that Smith was on a gurney to be killed by lethal injection. 11/17/2022. The thing about injections, though, is they have to be injected. We’ve all been there, right? Can’t find a “good” vein. Let’s try the other arm. Make a fist. OK, there it is. Well, a whole team of fine Alabama folks was having the devil of a time finding a good vein to kill Mr. Smith. They tried his arms and hands first (duh), and eventually looked for a vein near his heart. The problem (for everyone except Smith) was it was taking so long (4 hours!), they started to worry they wouldn’t be able to kill him by midnight, when the death warrant expired. Sort of a spin on the Cinderella story, sans pumpkins. So, as the NYT put it, “the jabbing stopped.”
Alabama is taking another crack at Smith tonight. They’ll be using nitrogen hypoxia, a gas that he’ll get via a mask, so no injecting is needed. It will deprive him of oxygen until he’s dead. It shouldn’t be confused with nitrous oxide — laughing gas. The last thing Alabama needs is for Smith to die laughing. It’s never been used in a U.S. execution, but what could possibly go wrong? An expert on the procedure reviewed Alabama’s set up and is worried about the dangers of vomiting and/or an oxygen leak that could prolong the process. (TMI?) It has been used in Europe in assisted suicides.
Get this — when Smith was convicted, the jury voted 11 to 1 that he not be killed — that he receive a life sentence. But the judge overruled them. In 2017 Alabama stopped allowing judges to overrule juries in such cases, but the change was not applied retroactively. Bummer, eh, Smith?
Hard to believe in this age of medical advances that they can’t come up with a simple way of ending a life. Why don’t they just put him to sleep like they do routinely in thousands of surgeries every day. Then lop his head off with a scimitar. Painless and quick. What am I missing?
Here – they can use this one.
We love David Sedaris. He has an absolutely wonderful story in the New Yorker that just came out (the Jan. 29 issue). I hope you all get to read it, but I’m going to steal one small part of it, because it’s too good:
Walking along the busy highway in Montrose, Colorado, we came upon three eighteen-wheelers parked on a dusty lot. The doors of one were open, and inside were stacks of new-smelling tires. “If you had a year, do you think you could eat one of those?” I asked, pausing to wipe the dirt and sweat off my forehead with a bandanna I’d been carrying. “If you had to, I mean.”
Dawn looked inside the truck. “A tire? Sure, if it didn’t kill me. First thing I’d do is cut it into three hundred and sixty-five pieces, then divide each of those into pill-size portions I’d eat throughout the day.”
It was exactly what I would do. “I wonder what percentage of people would put it off to the last minute,” I said. “Can you imagine? Time is almost up. You have a knife in one hand, a fork in the other, and are staring down an untouched radial tire thinking, Fuck!”
A convertible roared by, and we could briefly hear the music the driver was playing, a song that neither of us would ever voluntarily listen to. “That’s what my brother would do—put it off,” I told her. “Then, there’d be people who’d wait until the last minute and beg you to help them. It’s the Ant and the Grasshopper, when you really think about it, and, though I’m not proposing this, if you had to cull the population, I think this would be a pretty good way to do it. Those who eat their tire by the deadline stay. Those who put it off and make excuses die.”
“That seems fair,” Dawn said, adding that kids could be given bicycle tires.
The Pistons won last night! That’s two wins in their last five games and a 5-39 record for the season. They beat Charlotte 113-106 in Detroit. Still without their star Cade Cunningham. Good game, fellas!
So old Basil Featherston, 87 years old, came into his office one morning and discovered that $20,000 was missing from the office safe. His personal secretary, the voluptuous 19-year-old Ms. Winters must have taken it — she was the only other person with the combination. He waited for her to arrive and confronted her.
“I know you are the thief, Ms. Winters, and I’m calling the police,” he told her.
She said, “Please, please, Mr. Featherston. Please don’t call the police. I’m only 19 and it will ruin my life. Please give me a chance — I’ll do anything if only you won’t call the police.”
He looked at her for a few moments and said, “Anything?”
So the scene shifts to a dingy motel on the outskirts of town and the two of them are in bed. But he’s 87 and he just can’t get the ball rolling, so to speak. They try everything they can think of, but nothing works. Finally, after 45 minutes, exhausted, his head slumps on to the pillow, and he says: ”Ms. Winters, I’m going to have to call the police.”
How do we feel about Trump’s calling Haley a birdbrain the other night? Welly, an unusually wise owl, didn’t take offense. More often than not, he noted, an insult is like throwing a bucket of water out of a moving car: Most of it splashes back on the insulter.
And what was that about her perfectly nice dress? He called it “a fancy dress that probably wasn’t so fancy.” Phil tells us it was a floral jacquard dress by Teri Jon similar to this one that lists for $500-$600, but you can get it for much less if you’re careful.
Haley turned 52 this week and has two grown kids. She’s 5′ 6′, in good shape, and can show off her looks when she wants to. Trump can attack her appearance all he wants, but, as the saying goes, that dog won’t hunt.
Today’s puzzle had an unusual theme — Mercury. First, at 17A, we had “Mercury is in this,” and the answer was GLASS THERMOMETER. At 45A, “The Mercury might be in this” was a basketball reference: WNBA FINALS. At 26A, “Mercury might be in this” was RETROGRADE. (It’s when the motion of a planet is reversed from its usual direction, due to the relative orbital progress of the earth and the planet. You knew that, right?) And, last, at 58A, “Mercury was in this,” is a Freddy Mercury (of Queen) reference: BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY.
If you like hard core rock and roll, turn it up for this David Lindley tune, “Mercury Blues:”
If I had money
I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d go downtown
And buy a Mercury or two.
I’m crazy ’bout a Mercury.Who isn’t? See you tomorrow.
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Come On Home
We have some follow-up material on the Shangri-Las and the late Mary Weiss. The band took its name from a restaurant on Long Island. They had six top-40 hits between 1964 and 1966. Mary was only 15 when “Leader of the Pack” soared to #1. She called herself a “street singer” and said the greatest compliment she ever received was from Joey Ramone at the New York punk club CBGB. He told her, “Without the Shangri-Las, there would have been no Ramones.”
Amy Winehouse described the group’s 1965 single “I Can Never Go Home Anymore” as “the saddest song in the world,” remembering how she listened to it over and over for days after a painful breakup. Yikes — it’s wrenching. Hear it for yourself:
Ellie Greenwich, one of the writers of “Leader of the Pack,” said: “The Shangri-Las were tough girls, and I was somewhat afraid of them. They had an attitude before they made it.” Mary and her sister Elizabeth met the others at Andrew Jackson High School in Queens: sisters Marge and Mary Ann Ganser. Yup, I can see it. The Gansers look like they would tear you in half while maintaining their smiles.
“Fame doesn’t do anything for me, never did,” Mary told The NYT in 2007. “Actually, I never really liked it.” “When we started, it was all about music,” she told Rolling Stone. “By the time it ended, it was all about litigation.”
The group’s final show was a reunion “oldies” concert in NJ in 1989. Mary released a solo album in 2007, Dangerous Game, that got good reviews.
They were called a “girls group” but Mary hated the term, saying it was sexist. They have not been enshrined in the Rock and Roll HOF, although “The Leader of the Pack” is honored as a single.
Mary is survived by her niece, Tracy Kendall, her sister Elizabeth Nelson, who is now the last surviving Shangri-La; and Mary’s husband, Edward Ryan, who was, without question, the leader of the pack.
It’s a music day at Owl Chatter. The puzzle theme today was LONG JOHNS, and it took five people named John with 5-letter last names and made their last names “long” by doubling each letter. E.g., the astronaut was John GGLLEENNNN. The quarterback was John EELLWWAAYY. The civil rights leader was John LLEEWWIISS. The U.S. President was John AADDAAMMSS.
Rex noted that another theme answer could have been the singer John Prine and he shared an exquisite song of his, “Summer’s End,” twice — once by Prine himself and again via a cover by Phoebe Bridgers. I’m stealing both shamelessly for us. Brace yourselves.
1D was “Refrigerator decorations” and the answer, of course, was MAGNETS. I was able to find one of my favorite old New Yorker cartoons on the topic. It’s by Bruce Eric Kaplan (BEK).
Here’s another one of his, for no particular reason.
At 30A, “Introductory course?” was SALAD, and it opened a discussion by folks who serve the salad either after the main entree, or contemporaneously. gfrpeace wrote: ”I suppose I should carp about SALAD as an introductory course. Restaurants do it that way to give them time to cook the other courses and still get you out fast. But it is supposed to come after the meal.”
Nancy added: ”gfrpeace — I had the same reaction as you did to SALAD in that it shouldn’t be served as a first course. But at least I’ve heard of that. I’ve never heard of it being served after the meal.
“I grew up in a ‘with-the-meal, SALAD as a side-dish’ family. I sometimes think I’m the only one left in America who grew up that way. I’m always having to explain to waiters: ‘No, I’m NOT finished with my salad.’ ‘No, I DON’T want you to take it away.’ ‘Yes, I WOULD like you to bring me my entree now. Yes, I will just MOVE my salad over HERE [gesturing] and eat it with my main course when you bring it.’”
jberg chipped in: ”My family always had salads first, when we had them at all; but one day my (ex-)wife and I had dinner at a French restaurant in Norway, Maine. I ordered a Caesar salad, and they explained when they brought the entree that in France salads were served afterward, to help clear the palate for dessert. Then when the time came the waiter came in with a wooden bowl and prepared it tableside, in the old way — first rub an anchovy into the wood, then put in the lettuce and crack a fresh egg over it, which you mix in with some other things to dress it. (Illegal now, but not then.) It was so impressive that I’ve remembered it ever since; and, being a bit snobbish, we began to serve salads after the main dishes. I don’t think it affects one’s enjoyment of the meal.”
Sticking with food theme, at 15A, “Tandoori chicken accompaniment,” was the delicious Indian bread NAAN. It led egsforbreakfast the share the following: ”I love stuff from the Tandoor, so I sent away for an Indian bread-making kit. It included a packet of something I couldn’t decipher at first, so I guess it was a NAAN starter.”
13D was “Its shores have the lowest land-based elevation on Earth,” and the answer was DEAD SEA. It lead Lewis down memory lane:
“DEAD SEA brought back a funny memory I haven’t thought about in ages. Some 40 years ago, a bit out of college, and traveling, I went there on a crowded day, lots of people on the beach and standing in the water. It was a hot day, and the water looked so inviting, I couldn’t wait to get in.
“A wide stretch of sand stood between me and the sea, and I broke into a sprint toward what I envisioned as a refreshing splash and dunk.
“At this point, in my memory, everything shifts into slow motion. Suddenly, it seems, everyone in the hoards on the beach and in the water looked at me in panic, pointing toward me, then started waving their hands overhead in an effort to get me to stop, shouting ‘NOOOOOOOOOO!’
“That is what I remember most, that slow-motion cinematic moment with the panicked faces, yells, and motions. Oh, happy ending, I did stop in time, and I learned that the hyper-saline water sharply stings the eyes; it’s torture to be splashed upon. But oh, did I unite a host of humans in terror that day!”
Last on the puzzle, I made the following comment on that refrigerator magnet, above. I wrote (as Liveprof): ”Years ago, my refrigerator magnet collection was my pride and joy. I would pore over revolving magnet stands in tacky gift shops on our vacations while my family screamed at me to hurry. One of my favorites was a gorgeous one of a mission wall from a trip to San Antonio. Another one was a Churchill quote: ‘If you’re going through hell, keep going.’ I had one that was given out at a bris (circumcision) by the mohel. It was a little teddy bear with the word ‘mohel’ and his phone number on it. But then we redid the kitchen and I discovered to my horror that our new refrigerator did not hold magnets. D’oh! They are sitting in a box in the basement now, clinging to one another for comfort.”
I love when a comment of mine results in an exchange with others. My note generated two responses:
Carola wrote: ”Liveprof: – I once gave a very cute and apt MAGNET to a friend, who then told me magnets didn’t stick to her refrigerator. I can’t tell you how astonished I was. Why would they do that? Depriving people of a way to easily post a rotating array of kids’ art work, grocery lists, do-not-forget-this paperwork, postcard mementos….”
And whatsername wrote: ”Liveprof: As a fellow collector, I also enjoyed your refrigerator magnet story and can picture them pitifully huddled together in their box. I once took all mine down during a feng shui attack and put them away in a drawer. Then one day I saw them there and they looked so sad I put them all back. Non-magnet lovers wouldn’t understand, but the kitchen just feels more like home with all my friends there where I can see them.”
Thanks for dropping in! See you tomorrow.
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Curses! Foiled Again!
“Game show co-host who could be called a ‘woman of letters,’ familiarly,” was the clunky clue at 50D today for the lovely VANNA White. She still works on Wheel of Fortune, as she has since 1982, and is turning 67 next month.
Vanna is famous for her “seamless revealing of letters on the game board, her smile, and her constant clapping in support of each episode’s contestants.” On the May 24, 2013 episode, Vanna was presented with a Guinness World Record certificate for “most frequent clapper.” At that point, she had clapped an estimated 3,480,864 times across the show’s 30 seasons.
Here’s Vanna at home, fresh out of bed in the morning. At least Phil let her throw a robe on. He’s impossible.
Don’t forget to sign the card — it’s John Hancock’s birthday today (1737)! Of course, JH is best remembered for his big beautiful signature on the Declaration of Independence. He was the President of Congress at the time. Legend has it he signed so prominently so King George would be able to read it without his glasses. But that’s just a nice story and isn’t true.
There was no ceremonial signing of the Declaration on July 4, 1776. After Congress approved the wording of the text on July 4, the fair copy was sent to be printed. As president (of Congress), Hancock may have signed the document that was sent to the printer but it’s not certain and that copy is lost. The printer, John Dunlap, produced the first published version of the Declaration, the widely distributed “Dunlap broadside.” Hancock’s name appeared on it, as President of Congress, but no other delegates were named. This meant that until a second broadside was issued six months later with all of the signers listed, Hancock was the only delegate whose name was publicly attached to the treasonous document. That’s called courage, folks. Hancock sent a copy of the Dunlap broadside to George Washington, instructing him to have it read to the troops. They knew what they were fighting for.
Hancock’s iconic signature first appears on a different document—a sheet of parchment carefully handwritten sometime in 1776 after July 19 and signed on August 2 by Hancock and those delegates present. Known as the “engrossed copy,” this is the famous document. It’s currently located in a cardboard box in a bathroom at Mar-a-Lago.
Here’s a signature of JH that is selling on eBay for $7,000. See it down there near the bottom on the right? Seems like a bargain.
Speaking of signatures, I just added Glenn Elliott to my collection. Elliott played college ball at Oregon State U and had a brief MLB career with the Boston Braves 1947-49. His place in history stems from his giving up Jackie Robinson’s first hit. It was in Ebbets Field in Brooklyn on April 17, 1947: a bunt single. Elliott passed away in 1969.
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When did you start feeling you were “on the back nine,” as the golfers put it? When you turned 50? I remember having a bad cold when I turned 50 and I slipped on icy stairs (not to be confused with icy stares) going out to get the paper and fell down and thought, well, this isn’t the best start. Anyway, you know the actress Tiffani Thiessen? She was a teen idol in the 90s from her role in Saved by the Bell, and has been in a whole bunch of shows and movies since then. She’s been married to actor Brady Smith for 18 years and they have two kids.
Well, she decided to kick 50 in the teeth and released photos of herself that blow up the idea of aging. Good for you Tiff! And good for us too — she’s a knockout! This is the photo she released to her fans with the caption: ”Over the hill — this is 50.” Point well made, young lady.
The puzzle’s theme today was Strunk and White’s Elements of Style. So there was an element (like lead) followed by something you wear. So we had these theme answers: OXYGEN MASK, LEAD APRON (like when you’re getting an x-ray at the dentist — he tells you it’s perfectly safe, then he puts a lead apron over your chest and goes five doors down to press the button), GOLD GLOVE, and TIN FOIL HAT.
A tin foil hat is what lunatics wear to protect themselves from rays emanating from above. ”Tin Foil Hatters” believe that such hats prevent mind control by governments, spies, mobsters, corporations, or paranormal beings. A group of MIT students found that tin foil hats do shield their wearers from radio waves over most of the tested spectrum, but increased the strength at certain frequencies to which the government has access. Oh, no!
This group is wisely playing it safe.
So is this guy.
And this guy’s really not taking any chances.
So, Owl Chatter wants you to know — if you ever get the feeling that you’re losing your mind — you’re not.
Enough nonsense for the day, amirite? See you tomorrow.
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Goosebumps
On most Mondays we take Granddaughter #1, Lianna, to school. Lawton C. Johnson Summit NJ Middle School, 8th grade. I yelled up to her that we had to go and she yelled back that she was still putting her bracelets on. They are not Taylor Swift friendship bracelets — Lianna is too cool to be a Swiftie — but there are about 25 of them, give or take. When she finally came down, all braceleted up, I noticed she also had various attachments all over the place — pants, hair, neck, etc. I said, Lianna — you don’t get dressed in the morning, you get assembled.
Remember when Tipper Gore was all up in arms over the lyrics in kids’ music? They devised warning stickers. How quaint that all seems now. Today’s music makes those old tunes seem like kindergarten songs. This morning Lianna treated us to a song that rhymed “comatose” with “overdose.” There are f-bombs all over the place. So much for your f*cking stickers Tipper. I’m glad I’m just the driver.
Here’s Tipper with her daughter and some guy.
The puzzle surprised me today by having “Numbered classical pieces” be OPUSES, i.e., the plural of opus. I had heard the plural of opus was opera, and it was one of my favorite plurals. (You all have favorite plurals, right?) So I checked with our dear friend Miriam Webster and she assured me the plural of opus is opera. But opuses is correct too.
Remember Steve Forbert? He’s a folkie from the late 70s. He turned 69 last month, and he’s from Mississippi. Sam and I saw him a few years ago in Annie Arbor at The Ark. Anyway, here’s one of his hits, “Romeo’s Tune.” (ROMEOS was in the puzzle today, nicely clued with “Lover boys.”)
“Let me smell the moon in your perfume.”
The puzzle was good today — even Rex liked it. The theme was “the birds and the bees,” so each theme answer had a phrase comprised of a bird and a second word that started with the letter B. GOOSE BUMPS. PENGUIN BOOKS. TURKEY BOWL. My favorite was “Certain ice cream or soap product,” DOVE BAR.
The clue at 66A was “What a score of 70 or less signifies on a common standardized test,” and the answer was LOW IQ. It set Rex off: ”LOW IQ is such a grim answer. All IQ stuff just reeks of eugenics. All IQ-related answers make me cringe. . . .” He cited an article from the DePaul Law Review.
It recounts how the IQ test was developed to identify lesser people for weeding out. Here is one paragraph from it:
In 1927, eugenic rhetoric condemning the “feebleminded” found its
way into the nation’s highest court. In Buck v. Bell, the U.S. Supreme Court upheld the involuntary sterilization of Carrie Buck, a so-called “imbecile.” The Court noted that she was not only “feebleminded,” but also “the daughter of a feeble minded mother in the same institution, and the mother of an illegitimate feeble minded child. Chief Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, writing for the majority, famously declared, “[i]t is better for all the world, if instead of waiting to execute degenerate offspring for crime, or to let them
starve for their imbecility, society can prevent those who are manifestly unfit from continuing their kind …. Three generations of imbeciles are enough.” (Apparently, he never met my in-laws. Just kidding, darling!)
Since we reported on the Pistons 4th win of the season last Monday, they have dropped two more games. So they are now 4-38. In their loss to Milwaukee Saturday they scored 135 points. (The Bucks scored 141.) They play the Bucks again tonight. Oy.
The Pistons are paying their head coach, Monty Williams, $78.5 million for a six-year contract — the highest amount in NBA history. Perhaps if they bumped it up to $100 million? Just sayin’.
Phil said this was closest thing to a smile he could get out of the poor guy.
It figures that just as he’s pulling out of the race, right-wing monster Ron DeSantis finally does something to win me over. In his dropout video, he used a quote that he thought was by Winston Churchill but was actually from — get ready for it — a Budweiser commercial.
I know — seriously, right? — you cannot make this stuff up.
The quote that DeSantis attributed to Churchill is: “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” Historians have repeatedly disproved that Churchill said it. The International Churchill Society states: “This fake quote is very often attributed to Churchill but appears nowhere in the Churchill canon.”
Richard Langworth, a historian and the author of 11 books on the wartime leader said, “While included in some poorly researched quote books, the quote can’t be found among Churchill’s 50 million published books, articles, speeches and papers; and words about him by close colleagues.” He added that it does not sound like Churchill’s prose.
So what, in fact, is the quote’s provenance? It comes from a Budweiser advertisement from 1938. (Burp!) It featured a young boy going fishing despite a gloomy weather forecast. The ad said: “The man who has lost the spirit of youth is too busy with gloomy forecasts to gather bait, much less go fishing. Men with the spirit of youth pioneered our America… men with vision and sturdy confidence. They found contentment in the thrill of action, knowing that success was never final and failure never fatal.”
Only a few hours before the post with the fake quote, DeSantis’s campaign chief faced criticism for spending too much time working on a 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle. (Again, we are not kidding.)
Here’s Winston and his wife Casey. Hmmmm — does he look a little like Paul Rudd to you?
It’s been too long since we had a visit from Ted Kooser, Owl Chatter’s poet laureate. Wassup, TK? You got something for us?
This is from Winter Morning Walks
When I switched on a light in the barn loft
late last night, I frightened four flickers
hanging inside, peering out through their holes.
Confused by the light, they began to fly
wildly from one end to the other,
their yellow wings slapping the tin sheets
of the roof, striking the walls, scrabbling
and falling. I cut the light
and stumbled down and out the door and stood
in the silent dominion of starlight
till all five of our hearts settled down.
Thanks for stopping by. See you tomorrow!
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The Silk of Their Sorrow
Today’s poem of the day from the Poetry Foundation is by Taha Muhammad Ali, and was translated by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, and Gabriel Levin. It’s called “Meeting at an Airport.”
You asked me once,
on our way back
from the midmorning
trip to the spring:
“What do you hate,
and who do you love?”And I answered,
from behind the eyelashes
of my surprise,
my blood rushing
like the shadow
cast by a cloud of starlings:
“I hate departure . . .
I love the spring
and the path to the spring,
and I worship the middle
hours of morning.”
And you laughed . . .
and the almond tree blossomed
and the thicket grew loud with nightingales.. . . A question
now four decades old:
I salute that question’s answer;
and an answer
as old as your departure;
I salute that answer’s question . . .And today,
it’s preposterous,
here we are at a friendly airport
by the slimmest of chances,
and we meet.
Ah, Lord!
we meet.
And here you are
asking—again,
it’s absolutely preposterous—
I recognized you
but you didn’t recognize me.
“Is it you?!”
But you wouldn’t believe it.
And suddenly
you burst out and asked:
“If you’re really you,
What do you hate
and who do you love?!”And I answered—
my blood
fleeing the hall,
rushing in me
like the shadow
cast by a cloud of starlings:
“I hate departure,
and I love the spring,
and the path to the spring,
and I worship the middle
hours of morning.”And you wept,
and flowers bowed their heads,
and doves in the silk of their sorrow stumbled.
You know that expression “from the sublime to the ridiculous?” Napoleon used it to describe the retreat of his army from Moscow. But it was coined by Thomas Paine in 1794 in The Age of Reason. The full quotation is, “The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.”
Nikki Haley is the daughter of Indian immigrants and Nikki is her middle name. Her given name is Nimarata Nikki Randhawa. In what the NYT describes as the use of a “racist dog whistle,” Trump recently referred to her as Nimrada. After taking some sh*t for it, he switched to Nimbra.
Nimrada herself says she’s not worried about it; that it just reveals Trump’s own insecurities. Kathy Holland, a supporter of Nimbra, said: ”This is a continuation of the bullying and third-grade behavior that should have him grounded. We deserve leaders who act grown up.”
Grounded? Like he can’t go out with friends? ”Leaders who act grown up” may be setting too high a bar.
Here’s a nice shot Phil got for us from the wedding of Nimbra’s daughter Rena to her college sweetheart Josh Jackson. They went to Clemson together, where Josh was on the football team. He mostly rode the bench, but still. His sole statistic was one catch for minus 2 yards. But we are sure he’ll tell you the catch he made that mattered most was of Rena. Awwww. Rena is a pediatric nurse, and Josh is a math teacher and HS football coach. Mazel Tov, kids!
That’s Nimrada’s husband Michael on the left, and their son Nalin on the right.
The puzzle today featured bad puns about failing businesses. Thus, at 23A, the clue was “First, I founded an aerospace start-up, but I never …” and the answer was GOT IT OFF THE GROUND. 77A: “When I tried candle-making, all my workers …” SUFFERED FROM BURNOUT. 56A: “Next, I pivoted into breakfast restaurants, but competitors …” POACHED OUR EMPLOYEES.
egsforbreakfast commented: ”When I was a business owner, we often grilled our employees. Never thought of trying them poached.”
Is the federal government anti-fun? States have started using humorous road signs but Uncle Sam is not amused. E.g., in Massachusetts we had “Changing lanes? Use Ya Blinkah.” Jersey had “Get your head out of your apps.” Jersey also used “Slow down: This ain’t Thunder Road.”
Paul Katool, a spokesman for the Mississippi DOT, explains that “there are only so many ways you can say ‘Don’t text and drive.’ People tune you out.” And a study by Virginia’s DOT found creative and amusing road signs rank high in effectiveness. But the feds, while not banning such efforts outright, say they “should not be used.” Their fear is such signs may confuse or distract drivers. And a study in 2022 found that many drivers “don’t understand” safety messages that include humor or pop-culture references. It recommends humor be avoided and messages be limited to 16 words or numbers.
Noooooo! Don’t give in to the morons! It’s bad enough they’re getting the White House back next year.
This sign has “pop-culture references.” Taylor — whaddya think?
See you tomorrow!
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Leader of the Pack
Paul RUDD? — People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive in 2021? Really? That’s what 51A in today’s puzzle says, and who am I to quibble?
He looks a bit like former Dallas QB Tony Romo, no?
Wait — who’s this guy?
Rudd’s 54 now and has been married to screenwriter/producer Julie Yeager for 20 years. They have two kids. Hi Julie! — you know about this sexiest man business?
Like most sexy men, Rudd is from New Jersey (born in Passaic), and he’s Jewish. His grandfather changed Rudnitsky to Rudd. His mom was a Goldstein. He was bar-mitzvahed in Ontario Canada. The family moved to Kansas when Paul was ten and he went to HS there and the U. of Kansas. He still roots for the Royals, Chiefs, and Jayhawks. After college, he studied acting and took odd jobs. He was a DJ at bar mitzvahs, and glazed hams at the Holiday Ham Company in Overland Park KS. The Ladies Home Journal and others named it the best mail-order ham in the country. This is a half ham that will cost you about $90.
But I digress.
When Paul was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2015 he said “I remember being a kid and walking this boulevard and reading the names and thinking about what so many other millions of people thought about, which is, you know, ‘Who’s that?’”
Rudd is a supporter of the Stuttering Association for the Young (SAY), a nonprofit organization dedicated to helping young people who stutter. He became an advocate for stuttering awareness after portraying a character who stuttered.
Sounds like a mensch. Good to see you in the grid, Paul. And you are way sexier than those other two – no question.
You familiar with ASMR? Here’s the clue: “Initialism for a pleasant tingling on the scalp or back of the neck.” It’s an Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, defined by Miriam Webster as a pleasant tingling sensation that originates on the back of the scalp and often spreads to the neck and upper spine, that occurs in some people in response to a stimulus (such as a particular kind of sound or movement), and that tends to have a calming effect.
During Super Bowl LIII in 2019, Anheuser-Busch broadcast an ASMR-themed commercial in which Zoë Kravitz uses ASMR techniques including whispering and tapping on a beer bottle into two microphones. Rolling Stone described the commercial as an example of ASMR “going mainstream.”
OC friend Delaware Pam added to our discussion of the late Peter Schickele. She said, “I had a record of PDQ Bach’s greatest flops. In the category of never-laughed-so-hard, the recording features an aria—quite a long one. The soprano hits a very high note at the end of side one, and the flip side begins with her on the same note for another couple of minutes.” She adjured him to rest in peace — something we forgot to do yesterday (d’oh!). So, thanks Pam!
Trump attacked Nikki Haley Friday night, accusing her of turning down 10,000 troops on Jan. 6 and saying she was in charge of security. In addition to the troop business being a total lie, it was a lie related to Nancy Pelosi. Haley had nothing to do with Jan. 6. Trump was confusing Haley with Pelosi. It’s understandable: they both have dark hair. Haley responded by questioning whether Trump is mentally fit for the job. Of course he’s not — if he wins, that’s our only hope,
The girl group era didn’t last long in the 60s, but the Shangri-las made the most of it, and left an impression. Sadly, lead singer Mary Weiss died yesterday at the age of 75. Remember “Leader of the Pack?” (I met him at the candy store . . . .) The song was honored by the Rock and Roll HOF, in its singles category. Weiss is the pretty blonde girl drooling over Jimmy.
Love the specs!! Rest in peace, Mary.
That smile could light up the East Coast. We’ll let it send us off tonight. See you tomorrow, folks.
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Bladderball
Peter Schickele died at age 88 on Tuesday at his home in Bearsville, near Woodstock, NY. A serious composer and musician, he is better known as the “discoverer” of P.D.Q. Bach (1807-1742), the 21st of J.S. Bach’s 20 children, also described as “the youngest and oddest of Bach’s 20-odd children.”
Works attributed to P. D. Q. Bach often use instruments not normally used in orchestras, such as the bagpipes, slide whistle, kazoo, and fictional instruments such as the pastaphone (made of uncooked manicotti), tromboon (see below), hardart, lasso d’amore, and left-handed sewer flute.
During his Soused (or Brown-Bag) Period, P. D. Q. Bach wrote a Concerto for Horn and Hardart, a Pervertimento for Bicycle, Bagpipes, and Balloons, a Serenude, a Schleptet in E-flat major, Hansel and Gretel and Ted and Alice, an opera in one unnatural act, The Art of the Ground Round, and a Grand Serenade for an Awful Lot of Winds and Percussion. He also wrote The Short-Tempered Clavier, The No-No Nonette, and The Unbegun Symphony. He wrote pieces to be performed by a “bargain-counter tenor” and an “off-coloratura soprano.”
The tromboon is an actual musical instrument developed by Schickele. He called it “a hybrid – that’s the nicer word – constructed from parts of a bassoon and a trombone; it has all the disadvantages of both.”
For his live performances, he often made a wild entrance. In his early years, he slid down a rope suspended from the first balcony; on at least one occasion he ran down the aisle, vast suitcase in hand, as if delayed at the airport; on another he entered, pursued by a gorilla. In his later years, when declining health forced him to enter in a wheelchair, audience members mistakenly took it for part of the act.
Schickele was born in Ames, Iowa, and went to high school in Fargo, ND. He dubbed himself Professor of Musical Pathology at the University of Southern North Dakota at Hoople, ND. He is survived by his wife, their daughter, Karla, a singer, songwriter and bassist, their son, Matthew, a composer, and two grandsons, all of whom enjoy a good tune on the tromboon from time to time.
I had the great pleasure of hearing Peter Schickele on NPR now and then. He was a uniquely brilliant and funny man.
Ed Poe was born on this date in 1809 in Boston, although he is most associated with Baltimore. He’s the reason their pro football team is the Ravens. Poe died in Baltimore. He was only 40.
Poe spent periods of his life in poverty during which he’d write anything for a buck, e.g., a how-to guide on collecting sea shells.
Ever hang out at a bat-mitzvah drooling over the bat-mitzvah girl’s friends and classmates? Me neither. But Eddie was 26 when he married his cousin Virginia who was only 13! Yikes! They remained married for 11 years until, sadly, her death from TB did them part.
Poe “invented” the detective novel, says no less an authority than A. C. Doyle. Thus, the award for best mystery is the “Edgar.”
Between 1949 and 2009, a bottle of cognac and three roses were left at Poe’s original grave marker every January 19 by an unknown visitor affectionately referred to as the “Poe Toaster.” It may have been Sam Porpora, a historian at the Westminster Church in Baltimore. He claimed he started the tradition to raise money and enhance the profile of the church, but this hasn’t been verified. The Poe Toaster’s last appearance was on January 19, 2009, Poe’s 200th birthday. Research conducted by Owl Chatter has established that there is no connection between the Poe Toaster and Post Toasties.
The puzzle today triggered a rant from Rex right off the bat. The clue at 1A was: “Bladderball players, historically,” and the answer was ELIS. It’s a game that used to be played at Yale. Here’s the rant:
“I cannot adequately express how much I do not care about and am not curious about the lore and practice and general behavior of YALIES, who have, historically, been overrepresented in the crossword, compared to other institutions of higher learning, to an absolutely absurd degree. YALIE YALIES ELI ELIS ELIHU OLDELI BOOLA LUX (et Veritas) and on and on, seemingly. So … Bladderball? I have no &^$%ing clue. I assume it’s something embarrassing like Quidditch. The name itself is something someone should’ve changed a long time ago. I know and admire and even love many people who have attended Yale, but dear god please stop making me know things about Yale.”
Here’s the scoop. Bladderball is a variant of pushball, and has its roots in mob football. It was originally a competition between The Yale Banner, the Yale Daily News, the campus humor magazine, and the campus radio station.
Bladderball was conceived by Yale student Philip Zeidman, owner of a six-foot leather exercise ball, as a preliminary event before the Yale-Dartmouth football game in 1954, according to Yale bladderball historian Sarah Hammond. Hammond traces the name “bladderball” back to a rugby-like game played by Yale students on the New Haven Green in the first half of the 19th century, featuring an inflated animal bladder.
Once each year, at 11 a.m. the Saturday before the Yale-Dartmouth game, the inflatable six-foot ball was rolled through Yale’s Phelps Gate onto Old Campus, where a throng of Yale students waited. At the sound of a whistle, teams from each residential college and various extracurricular organizations would fight for possession of the ball. Teams were allowed to use any means at their disposal to seize control.
In the absence of any scoring system, victory consisted of fervent declarations of victory by each team. Listeners to the Yale radio station would invariably learn that the station team had won a mighty victory, while readers of the Yale print media were invariably informed that each particular publication had bested all other teams handily, by scores often ranging into the thousands of points.
In the 60s, the game started spilling out onto the streets of New Haven, resulting in traffic tie-ups and various unfortunate incidents, which finally led Yale Prez Bart Giamatti (later the Baseball Commish) to ban it in 1982. The game reappeared surreptitiously in 2009 and 2011, but the cops quickly came and ended it. An attempted revival in 2014 was scotched by the cops who had received advanced word.
At 17A the clue was “World capital since 1971,” and the answer was DOHA. Here’s Rex again:
“I had no idea its capital status was so young. Admittedly, I don’t think a lot about DOHA. In fact, it’s possible I wouldn’t think about it at all, or even know of its existence, were it not for crosswords. This is true of much of the world. Is OSLO even real?”
At 42D, as anyone who has seen The Little Mermaid knows, “Domain of the god Triton,” is the SEA. It led Son Volt to share this song by the Waterboys.
Phil got the scoop for us on Taylor and Travis’s first tiff when he snapped a few exclusive pics of the star for OC. It started with a bad loss for the Chiefs on Christmas. It put Trav in a very sour mood and — unacceptable! — he snapped at her. (“No shit!” Phil said. ”Shit,” she replied.) The only snapping she wants to hear is our Philly snapping some pix. Travis apologized but it left a scar. Rule #1: Don’t be snappin’ at the Princess. No way. No how.
Taylor also opened up to Phil about her relationship with some members of Travis’s family — there’s some coldness between her and Trav’s brother and his wife. The brothers are close, so that doesn’t help. There’s also tension about scheduling time for them to see each other — they both have massive career commitments (duh). Taylor told Phil she’s been bending over backwards to accommodate Travis’s schedule and it sounds like she may be pulling back a bit. We’ll keep you posted. Phil stays in pretty close touch with Tay.
Wow — nice shot, buddy.
See you tomorrow everybody! Thanks for popping in!
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Killing Mosquitos
Let’s start off today by greeting a visitor who is new to us: Katey SAGAL. She was clued as the actress who played Peg Bundy on Married With Children. So I knew who she is, just not her name. Hey, it’s her birthday tomorrow — she’s turning 70. Ouch!
Katey comes from a show biz family. How show biz? Her godfather was Norman Lear. Her mom was Amish and died in 1975 from heart disease. Her dad was Ukrainian/Jewish and he married dancer/actress Marge Champion in 1977, but died in an accident in 1981 on the set of the mini-series World War 3. He is, to date, the only casualty of WW3. He was partially decapitated by walking into the tail rotor blades of a helicopter in the parking lot of the Timberline Lodge in Oregon. He turned the wrong way after exiting the helicopter. Let’s all keep that in mind for the next time we’re on a copter: Walk towards the front. He directed episodes of Columbo and The Man from UNCLE. There is a directing fellowship in his name at the Williamstown Theatre Festival in MA.
Back to Katey, she began her career as a singer/songwriter. She was a backup singer for Bob Dylan, Etta James, and Tanya Tucker. She was a member of the Harlettes, Bette Midler’s backup singers.
Katey married three times and has three kids, one, with her current hubby, via surrogacy. She became pregnant while on Married With Children and they worked it into the script. Sadly, however, she lost the baby in the seventh month. The producers didn’t want her to have to relive her grief on the show, so they recast the pregnancy as a dream.
Hi Katey! Make yourself at home. Loved you in MWC — need a refill?
The poem today from the Poetry Foundation is a haiku by Kobayashi Issa, translated by Robert Hass.
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on killing mosquitos.
Jeez Louise! Have you seen Barron Trump lately, the one child Melania had with you-know-whom? Owl Chatter ran into him at his grandma’s (Melania’s mom’s) funeral the other day. He’s 6′ 7″ tall! He leads the family in rebounds.
Melania’s mom, Amalija Knavs, passed away at age 78 on January 9th. Mel’s dad Viktor attended the funeral with her and Barron. I recall how horrified we were at the basket of deplorables our Caitlin brought home during her dating years. But nothing could match the disgust Amalija must have felt upon meeting Donald J.
“Melania — he’s a pig! He’s disgusting!”
“I don’t want to hear it, Mom.”
Our hearts go out to them all.
Amalija was born in Austria but the family moved to Slovenia. Her mom was a seamstress and her dad was a cobbler at first, and then a red-onion farmer. She worked on the onion farm for a time. In addition to Melania, who was born in 1970, Amalija and Viktor also had a daughter Ines, born in 1968. Mel skipped the New Year’s Eve party at Mar-a-Lago last month, to be at Amalija’s bedside.
This nice shot is of Mel’s parents with her and her sister when they were tots.
Rest in peace, Grandma Amalija.
Responses to our surveys contain so many wonderful ideas and requests. But, to no surprise, the overwhelming majority ask for more songs in Yiddish about watermelons. Here’s a catchy tune that just may become your next earworm!
Can’t imagine a better send-off than that! See you tomorrow!
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The G is Silent
My favorite clue/answer in today’s puzzle was at 61A: ”Interesting idea, but … huh-uh.” The answer was YEAH, NO. Rex described it as “colloquiparadoxical.” To which I would add: Wow.
67A was “Silently acknowledge,” which was NOD AT. Rex said it would have been better clued with “Possible response to a dis?” (NO, DAT) (Get it?)
24A was “Product once advertised with the slogan ‘Everything you love about coffee without everything you don’t.’” Ans: SANKA. Decades ago, Sanka mounted an intense ad campaign, sponsoring, among other shows, I Love Lucy and The Twilight Zone and it was so successful that Sanka’s color orange is now the color of decaf. That is, in a diner, the pot of decaf will be identified via an orange handle regardless of what brand it’s using. (To a lesser extent, some use green for decaf stemming from Sanka’s rival Folgers.)
OMG, is Trump right? Eric Olsen, director of elections for Prince William County in Virginia, revealed thousands of vote counting errors in the 2020 election. The errors were caused by formatting issues. The result, Olsen said, was that Biden received 1,648 fewer votes than he should have received and Trump received 2,327 too many.
Oops. Never mind.
I shared my Tuesday Weld material with the gang at Rex’s blog, noting as well, for no reason, that the G in Maynard G. Krebs stood for Fred. But a commenter mbr corrected me and said it stood for Walter, with Maynard explaining the G is silent. Wikipedia supports him or her and notes Maynard was named Walter “for his aunt.” I gained my impression that it was Fred from a memory (maybe wrong) of him telling someone once the G was for Fred. In any case, all in good fun, and nothing to whinge about.
Whinge is today’s Miriam Webster’s “word of the day.” It means to complain fretfully, and is more common in British English.
Here’s another shot of Tuesday — this time on Wednesday.
It is with much sadness and appreciation that Owl Chatter notes the passing, at age 99, of Joyce Randolph, Trixie Norton, the last surviving member of the great Honeymooners quartet. She died of natural causes at her home in Manhattan last Saturday.
Of course, she was beloved and revered by fans of the show. At a 1984 Long Island meeting of the Royal Association for the Longevity and Preservation of the Honeymooners, or RALPH, one could buy a coveted Trixie apron. She was born in Detroit, moved to NY at the age of 19, and began acting. Jackie Gleason discovered her in a chewing gum commercial. Her role as Trixie was the high point of her career.
This is how her obit in the NYT ended:
“Ms. Randolph dedicated an eight-foot bronze statue of Mr. Gleason [as Kramden in his bus driver’s uniform], at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in 2000. [You can still see it there — guaranteed to raise a smile.]
“She got a standing ovation at a USO gala in NY in 2006. “I guess all those young Marines watch television,” she said.”
Here’s a shot of her at age 83 — still looking damn good — in Sardi’s, below caricatures of Ralph, Alice, Ed, and Trixie above the bar.
She married Richard Charles, a business executive, in 1955, the day after the Honeymooners premiered. Charles was a war hero in WW2, saving many lives on rescue missions. They remained married until his death in 1997. They had one son, Randy, who survives her. It was a wonderful marriage, by all accounts — he was a loving and devoted husband and father. He was supportive of Joyce’s career and became good friends with Gleason and Carney.
Rest in peace, Trixie. You will always hold a very special place in our hearts.
Good night, everybody. See you tomorrow.
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