Summer Afternoons

Daddy home.

It is about that time,  Mañana, Y'all. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hihi8lmn7zM&feature=related

I'd once read that summer on old england began in mid May, and ended in lat August. I can't verify that, but it explains mid-summer's night, the shortest night of the year, to me.

It reminds me of the student from Sweden I met my last year of school. I was staying for the summer in Isla Vista, turned out she was staying too. and she had me join her and the other scandinavian studenst for their mid summer night celebration. Lots of aquavit; and as a gentleman, I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

"Drink here","Yes Dear""more please""Open bar""free parking""check cleared" and last, but certainly not least   "CUBS WIN"

 
C'mere

....G'morning from Down Under, where yes, its winter!! Can you get round to the idea that we celebrate Christmas with barbeques?  We do celebrate Ozmas, on the 25th June, just another excuse for a party....
My parents married in June, so I now understand why I, as the eldest have a birthday in April, but it doesnt explain why my 3 following siblings  are all born Mar/April too....considering we stretch out over 9 years......
 
Whenever I think of Summertime, I think of the song......here's Queen of Song Ella Fitzgerald...
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1j6avX7ebkM
 

Summer  in  my  mind  is  the  steamy  hot  little  town  in  "To  Kill  A  Mockingbird,"   last  night's  club  car  featured  movie.    Days  that  seem  longer  than  24  hours.   Dogs  that  are  too  lazy  even  to  swat  the  flies  off  themselves.   And  being  so  young  that  with  school  closed  it  actually  became  time  that  hung  heavy  on  our  hands,   time  when  sometimes  it  seemed  as  if  there  was  nothing  to  do,   a  time  for  adventure.....or  to  get  into  trouble.
Happy  Winter,   Spring  Fragrance.....thanks  for  the  musical  interlude.

Good morning Bert...UR're up real early ... Wish I cud see that movie. Its Mitchell's textbook this year - he absolutely loves the book.
 
Actually there is another song thats been bugging me...not quite summer but certainly of Afternoons...."Afternoon Delight!"...I remember singing it as a kid, not realising the innuendos! Here's the version from Anchorman....Barbershop Quartet style! 
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCxQsaQ9FtQ
 

Twelve to One !!! Certainly redeemed themselves from yesterday's crap ......
 
I have never believed in Luck, and have always considered the entire Concept to be an excuse for Losers, who either don't work hard enough or have no personal Skills of any kind ... But the Cubs have always played like Champs, have had some very Talented Men on their Roster, and have had good Management ... They just seem to get a load of lousy breaks .......  Makes me consider re-Thinking my Views on Luck ... But then,  that last Game with the Angels, they played just as hard and well as ever before, they earned that Win ... they just got a few Breaks ... I still don't think Luck has anything to do with it ... but, I'm thinkin' about it .......

The best part about summer in the city is that its empty on the weekends.  Everyone tries to get away.  Downtown you  can stay out all night because the the resturants usually have outdoor table serrvice well  after midnight. 
 
During the week you can find kids camping out on the fire escapes, in the lower income neighborhoods, and teenagers singing in the parks or near the cemetery.   
 
 And if you have nothing to do on a Wednesday you can stand in line at TKTS and get discount theather tickets for the matinee because everyting is cheaper  after the Tony awards.

Julia...I remember those summer days in the City.  It was always special to break it up and take the subway to either Shea or Yankee stadium for a ball park frank and a game.  Or better yet take the train to the beach...Jones Beach and a concert in the evening. And it you really want something special its finish the day with Playhouse in the Park It makes Mondays a challenge.

hotsummertimis  honorificabilitudinitatibus

Boston Whaler

Longest day

Boston whaler

Bay side

Sand Bar

Onshore breeze

No bugs

Beach chairs

Long walk

Treasure hunt

Drift wood

Old bottles

Pretty shells

Picnic Basket

Fried Chicken

Cold beer

Skates play

Crabs pinch

Kids ski

All day

Sun set

Ride Home

Next day

Repeat above

Spring Fragrance: My first child was conceived on New Year's Eve and born the last day of September. I swore I'd never have another autumn baby as being greatly pregnant through the summer was miserable. Baby #2 was born in November (her name is even Autumn) and bay #3 was born in October. So for me the flesh seems to be weakest on those cold winter nights.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Favorite word pairs for me would include "let's go", "no charge", "day off"(rarer than a summer afternoon for me), "mere jaana" and "dark chocolate". I'm sure I'll have additions later.

Rapidgirl....lol...my mind was painting pictures when you said the flesh seems weakest on cold winter nights!  I had my kids in Singapore - 2 boys and a girl that I lost in my 7th month. It is uncomfortable in the heat but mostly, we go from one airconditioned building to another in airconditioned cars so I shouldnt' complain. In fact until I came to Australia, I guess I could see I had summer all year round. I came to Australia in the middle of winter and I think for the first 2 months i lived within 5 feet of the fire place.

Leaving Houston.

Steamy, sultry.
You can hold the air in your hand... I love the deep South.

The two best words about winter nights in Enfield, CT were 'Leaving Connecticut'.  (Some of us have narrow operating temperature ranges -- just like my laptop.)

 
 
 
Candacec
 
 
 
come on in, the water's fine!

I posted this one last year; summer is the time for reruns.
 

Sultry sanguine summer saunter

 Sun slips in the silky sea.

Sandy shuffle on the shore break 

Solitary seabird soliloquy

This topic reminds me of that poem Footprints in the Sand , where on a beautiful summer day yo take a walk on the beach and count your blessings.  I must admit that the person making the footprints in the picture above, has a heavy right foot, and walks on the outside of her left foot.  A stressed gate where a walk on the beach may work that out.

Today's pole is for favorite summer song ~ I'm with you Spring Fragrance ~ Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of 'Summertime' hands down.

Here's my movie pick ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qQb6gAnfJE
The original Paul Newman version of course

This clip is even better!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-6WchjnYEU

I have been a parrot head for 35 years so any good Buffitt
song works for me.

JOLOPKIN -  Luck has
more to do with life than we wish to believe. 
No one ever did it all by them selves. 
Even the amazing Alexander Hamilton had help from the merchants of St. Croix

Some  of  the  daytime  scenes  in  "Midnight  in  the  Garden  of  Good  &  Evil"  captured  that  Summer  air  that  Candacec  referred  to  earlier.....the  kind  you  can  carve  with  a  knife,  like  turkey  at  Thanksgiving. 

And of course, Troll/thr ... I shall bow to your superior knowledge .......
 
I can hear now, the strains of, "No Man is An Island ..."
 
 
Silly me ... I read once where God said that He is the one that makes possible all things, thru Faith and Obedience in Him, and that "Chance" in scriptures actually means, OPTION  ....... But, what could He possibly know ... I'm going to suggest that He check with you from now on,  and stop fooling people .......

"Summer Madness" by Cool and the Gang is my all time favorite "summer" song. My favorite two summer words are "bliss" and "solitude"

"How I love Summer! The greens of leaves and colors of flowers, the smell of rain, the heat after winter! If I could I would find myself a place in a rustic setting, a friendly place far from friends. There I would walk in the countryside making footpaths where there weren't any before. On warm summer evenings I would sit on my porch and listen to the wind and wildlife; in winter look for tracks in the snow.

I would write, perhaps paint, maybe do nothing at all while simply absorbing my surroundings.

Oh the bliss of seclusion and the joie de vivre of solitude!"

From: My Annular Migration of Concentric Thought by Me,  (c)1995

 
Screen porch

Light breeze

Copper tone

Short pants

Sun tanned

Wind Blown... I bet MissIve can finish the verse.

Single scull

Calm water

Single malt

Blue sky

Cold beer

Wrigley Field

Navy Pier

Miller's Bay

Starry night

Skinny dipping

Trout stream

Narrow bridge

 

I liked your favorite words, Road Yacht (though I'm a Cardinals fan); and good job, Miss Blue. I might add:

pool's open

"Nancy Drew" (thinking back a lot of summers!)

shade tree

afternoon nap

back porch

"Game's on!" (or is that three words?)

cold lemonade

cold beer (Miss Blue already said, but thinking ballpark: when you're there it's, "Cold beer here!")

cold beverage (as our late night friend says!)

Have fun!

Ah, Copper Tone! Saturday I was at the dock with friends and someone said, "Copper Tone! I smell Copper Tone!"

The Sea & Ski fragrance (three words, I know) is the one I remember.

And "screened porch" ... summers at Grandma's, two screened-in porches. One was near the bedrooms and surrounded by lilac trees two stories tall. The other was near the kitchen and we sat there evenings to listen to the Cardinals. Harry Carey, Stan the Man....

fly fishing
porch kiss
good book (to be read on porch)
old roses
homemade lemonaide
 
Note:  Turner Classic Movies showed To Kill a Mockingbird last night.  TCM in Australia?

...shade tree, good book, free time, fresh fruit, "more wine?", double rainbow, foot massage...

Sun's high

Tide's ebbing

Boat's ready

Chicken's fried

Beer's iced

Children nagging

Bye Y'all

Gotta ride

"DAMN MOSQUITOZ"

jump in,waters fine,there yet?,road captain,free ice,sweet tea,

Wrigley Field,  sacred  shrine  of  America's  "secular  religion,"  baseball...

oh, and some of the worst two words...."wet paint"  hay fever  hornet nest    lawn mowing  sun burn

"good book" ... how could I have forgotten!

And speaking of great ones, Pat Conroy's "South of Broad" is a classic!

cold watermelon!

fresh corn!

juicy tomatoes!

fresh beans!

new foal!

Stoney, Unless I missed it, you forgot Play ball. 
 More fiddles for Park 4.  It's not Itzhak, but not bad for an outdoor venue.   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pe-MIDDfckw ;

 
Ah, yes! Who said it?

Sweet corn

Sliced tomatoes

Hammock

Sea breeze

Skinned knees

Grass stain

Thesepia train

Mason jar

Club car


paolos~

Excellent, if a bit sober, fiddlers!

AND Friendly Confines.



 

Fenway Park
 
Churchill Downs
 
Del Mar
 
Saratoga Springs
 
Lake George
 
Ice Cream
 
Cold Pepsi
 
skinny dipping

Summertime in Cincinnati always meant free concerts in the park.  With plenty of food and libations flowing freely, the atmosphere was always festive regardless of the mugginess from the river.  Do they still do that Bert?
 I am ready for another serving of Jane's potato salad.  If she doesn't show up soon I will have to go back to her Friday post.
 

Back Yard  by Carl Sandburg
 
From:  "A Poem a Day"
read poem on www.poets.org
 

free ice cream in the park

One more thought (can't stop):
 
"Summer Flies and Winter Walks"  from:  Peanuts and Charles Schultz
 

paolos:    They  sure  do!   Tight  budgets  have  the  Cincinnati  Symphony  in  Ault  Park  curtailed,  however,  I  used  to  walk  right  down  Observatory  Avenue  to  the  concert,  folding  chairs  in  my  hand.  Cops  said  no  liquor,  no  drugs.....but  adults  drinking  in  paper  cups  from  a  thermos  would  never  be  bothered.....I  loved  the  way  from  the  stonework  roofed  area  on  the  East  Side  we  could  sit  and  watch  planes  land  &  take  off  from  Lunken  Airport,  small  municipal  airport  for  Proctor  &  Gamble  jets  &  those  of  affluence.  Last  Sunday  I  watched  a  B-17  Flying  Fortress  take  off  & land,  WWII  survivor.  Had  Uncle  Arthur  been  less  disoriented  and  closer  to  Cincinnati,  I  would  have  scraped  up  the  money  for  2  tickets  @  $430  each,  and  given him  his  life  of  1942  instructing  teenagers  to  learn  how  to  fly  them  over  Germany...

Julia:  It  sounds  like  those  of  you  who  actually  live  in  New  York  are  nocturnal  during  the  week,  then  free  to  meander  w/o  commuters  on  weekends.   I  can  remember  Chicago  with  the  same  pattern,  it  was  counterintuitive  until  you  figured  out  that,  like  the  looking  glass  in  Alice  in  Wonderland,  up  is  down  &  down  is  up.

I can't resist, so here you go Paolo....
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=BNR74UCidBI&feature=player_embedded
 
I remember going to the Overton Park Ampitheater for summer symphony concerts. I miss the concerts, but not the hot muggy summers. I prefer the weather out here....today the fog is in, so it's nice and cool and the sun will be showing itself around now..
 
I was just reading that tanning ...as in tanning booths.... is now considered to be an addiction. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry with one more thing added to a long list of things one has no control over....back in the day, it was so simple. Gone are the simple days of not worrying about lathering up with sunscreen before stepping outside....my feet, arms and face are tan because I don't use any protection like I should, but I hate the greasy feel of sunscreens.. Anyway, melanoma is on the rise, mostly due to tanning booths.

 
Sidewalk cafe   

Paolo Conti

Sun dresses       

Clean spectacles


paolos~

When the footprints were deeper and only one set, he turned to me and said: "That was when I was carrying... the beer."

have to run, but here are a few more
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTgDxR3AIg8&feature=related
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtdzHgCQMCQ&feature=related
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hv4gYHlqTds

The St. Louis Muny Opera ... anyone know if they still do those great summer productions?!

Sunscreen: heard on the TODAY Show last week that the Australians - who's from Down Under? - have a motto, "Slip, slap, slop," and it's what I have to do (to avoid any more freckles or skin cancer).

"Slip into a shirt, slap on a hat and slop on the sunscreen!"

Jane, Thank you again.  I feel
less guilty when you post it.  I could go directly to my bookmark menu,
but like I said I feel less guilty...

Bert, Was Uncle Arthur stationed in
Oklahoma with George Gobel?  Not a single
Japanese zero got past Tulsa when he was stationed there as an instructor.

Stoney, Maybe that is what someone was
trying to tell troll, it wasn’t luck that got Moses through the desert.  SomeOne had to cater the event.  

My research indicates that Hamilton
threw off his first shot and Burr spent the week prior to the duel taking
target practice.  Just more dumb luck for
Alex.

 
The grave of Alexander Hamilton, in a church graveyard, is visible from the sidewalk in lower Manhattan... you feel a bit glued in place the first time you see it.

Anytime Nat Cole is the answer, it was a very good question.

George Gobel. I haven't heard that name for about forever. My parents thought he was funny.  I can't remember what he did, what he was in, but I'm sure it was....well, funny. George Gobel. ...the sounds fall trippingly off the tongue...not exactly!  Who was he?

Jane, I'm laughing about tanning booths being an addiction!  Can you envision a person drawn to the tanning salon, unable to stop themselves, drawn to the building as tho it were a magnet pulling them into the doors...that's the stuff of comedy skits, isn't it? Addictions, well, I know everyone is addicted to something if you listen to some people, addicts addicted to addictions, but oh for heaven's sake, addicted to being tan. Anything to avoid the real truth:  they think they look better tan.  They think they look like they follow the sun year round and can't avoid getting that tan all year appearance -- I say they're too vain, and I laugh at them, and if melanoma strikes, they'll know how they got it. Once again, what's wrong with moderation?  I love that word, moderation.  In most things, almost all things, except love. When it comes to love, total immersion is the only way to go.  With no negative side effects ever recorded, what are you waiting for?  Jump in.

Park4 let me introduce you to George Gobel.  I don't remember him either, but I recall my parents talking about him.  Spring Fragrance might want to sing along with this one.
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7iENd0sBoE&feature=related

Writergirl...calling from Down Under,..just about to rush out to work as you are winding down for the day...Yes, UR right...slip slap slop is a motto here. The UV here seems to be much stronger than anywhere else. The heat here feels different from Asia where I grew up - it was humid there and the moisture in the air helped. Here the heat is searing and Australia's the driest continent .
 
Didnt you all hear? The men in the desert refused to take "directions" so wandered around for 40 years...lol ....also, isint there somewhere in Proverbs i think that went something like men may cast lots but which way it falls depends on the Lord? I would look it up but rushing out now...byyyyyyeeee...have a wonderful evening all.............

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqlddPm4TMQ&feature=related
and who could forget:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zc9wIzi96_E&feature=related
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
but seriously
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWXcjYNZais

 
A man called this morning: he knew something that he thought I ought to know.

But first... around 2003, a boy of twelve or so was trying a trick and came unbiked. As he lay in the grass on the terrace, one of our neighbor ladies having been over self-sreved, ran over his bicycle the long way. It was totaled.

The kid, unhurt and unhappy used the phone in our car to call his mom. He had twenty minutes to kill and after giving him a coke and a cold pack for a small bimp, I asked if he wouldn't mind giving me a hand uncovering the pool.

It is about ten times easier with two persons.

We had the bubble wrap type solar blanket mostly off when he wondered how fast you would have to go to run across it.

As everyone with any understanding of 'yout' knows, there is no point in arguing with kids that age.

He took of his shoes, socks and shirt and, with my encouragement and a running start, launched himself right out into the middle of the remaining floating fifteen feet of the cover where he was enveloped by it and trapped.

I pulled on the blanket until there was bottom beneath his feet, fished him out and we talked about the lesson: pull on the blanket and you get it and the victim within reach.. or not. If not, you have the victim in the water where you can get at him without getting yourself into too much trouble.

That kid, now nineteen, did that yesterday to retrieve a two and a half year old child and while he was being given credit, made sure to include the old Volvo driving, pipe-smokin' guy with the screen porch and pool down by the lake.

So, the next time you think you're talking to an indifferent fence-post of a teenager with porridge between his ears, don't be too sure. He might have filed it all in order for future use.


Did the skin cancer thing once... around back where it could not be seen but I could both hear and feel the excision. You want to avoid that... really.



 

     
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 outside shower

I just want to say that I pretty much second everyone's words. 
 
Although today is one of those days that makes me miss my "Old Lifestyle" more than ever.   
 
The Ex and I always slept out on the hammock (weather permiting of course) the neighborhood would come home from work & throw together an impromptu block party to enjoy the company, the summer season and to just enjoy the long daylight hours.   
  

do you want to hear the sun?
 http://www.youtube.com:80/watch?v=ZbIffp40U8w

paolos:  that's the George Gobel I remember from tv watching with the parents.  I don't remember him having a twangy kind of accent.   Great song though, and he had Dean in stitches. And I loved his haircut! My mother, especially, just loved George...thanks again, paolos! ;)

 
rings~

I've been meaning to ask if you have noticed that WLUK is featuring a polka band show on Sunday Morning?

It is a time machine: plump and cheerful ladies of a certain age dancing with each other or with men with prominent Adam's apples, neckties and suspenders or big guts.

I enjoy every second of it for as long as it takes to find the remote or hurl myself across the room at the power cord.

Back home.

Seriously... my two favorite summer words after dealing with a MIL who never actually said it but clearly projected that I'm a lousy wife and mom the whole time I was at her house, and two and a half days in NYC working my patoochie off along with my husband to declutter 36 years of stuff from my dad's apartment and storage unit--with no AC--so he can move to a newer, nicer place later this year.

Sorry I didn't get a chance to call you while we were there, Heathcliff, but by the time we ended stuffing several hundred pounds of Amateur Radio equipment; boxes and boxes and boxes of books; and even more boxes and boxes and boxes (more than 45 "bankers boxes" of them!) of Marklin HO scale model trains, track and extras into the rental truck, we were too exhausted to even think of going out in the evening beyond Scotty's Diner (On Lexington Ave between E. 39th and E 40th Streets), and returning to the Soldier's, Sailor's, Coast Guard, Marines and Airman's Club to sleep to get up and keep working the next day.

Came home to a moderate family crisis with eldest daughter that, while not entirely resolved, looks to be less of an issue than it did when I walked into the house on Saturday night.

Yeah, "Back Home" are my two favorite words for the summer.

"My grandfather and I would befuddle the eternal summer afternoons with games:  chess, checkers, poker.  He sat in a leather rocking chair on the open porch.  By him a small table held a pitcher of water, a glass, a pint of whiskey.  He drank slowly and thoughtfully.  Flies strutted on his knuckles....He had a very bald head.  It was a face such as the Emperor Augustus must have had, and this was how he sat, the melancholy emperor of the porch and the hot summer afternoons."  (It Is Time, Lord; F. Chappel)
  

watercolors walking sticks birds' nests baskets canoes cottages white linen red check tablecloths
 batiste afternoon naps lemons iced tea bare feet wet hair evening laughter backyard tents giggles tire swings skinny dipping hide n seek screen doors slamming Good Humor truck and very very soft good nights...
 
 

Writer Girl--Free seats at the Muny Opera??!! My grandma loved to take us--buses and streetcars got us there and back.  My grandparents lived in the second floor of a flat that was about a block from the old Cardinal's stadium.  We'd go out on the back porch on game nights and listen to the roar of the crowd (while the adults, of course, had Harry Carrie and KMOX on the radio!).  We always knew when a homerun was hit because the neon Cardinal would go into action.  And yes, it was humid and hot, very little breeze even up there on the second story.  But lots of iced tea (with sugar and lemon) and high ceilings in every room.  And my grandma knew what windows and shades to close to keep out the heat and what windows to open to let in the breeze.  And of course, young girls in shorts and crop tops probably stay way cooler than adults more heavily clothed, so I don't remember really sweltering away.  I do remember the aromas of the breweries and slaughterhouses on the heavy summer night air.  But I more remember the fun and excitement of staying up late, watching all the crowds head to the stadium and listening to the pleasant conversation of grownups who loved us.  And a grandma who was determined to enjoy the summer--Muny Opera (who noticed we had to leave early to catch the right bus?) and all.  

no school!

I'll take the bait and quibble. The two most beautiful words in the English Language are "cellar door." It's musical, it's mysterious, and plenty of writers have used the phrase. Beautiful phrases should have at least some mystery to them, and not be so blatantly obvious as "summer afternoons." Nonetheless, I would much sooner enjoy a glass of bourbon over ice sitting on the back porch on a summer afternoon, than would I enjoy the same glass beneath the cellar door. It may be cooler down there, but the neighbors would certainly talk.

Why Stoney -
 
That is filmed about a block from the Bakery right in that Little 'Ole town of Pulaski.  Every Thursday.  I did see it the first week it was on. I texted my cousin about how funny it was that it was on again on Sunday Mornings. Our Grandma & Grandpa always came home from the country church with the newspaper and ready to watch the Polka show. 
Personally I CANNOT change the channel quick enough either. I am not a big fan of the Roger's Polka Band.. although I think its a requirement in that town to be.
 
Of course you can come & visit the last weekend of July & Polka the whole weekend at Polka Days with the 1,000's of  "plump and cheerful ladies of a certain age dancing with each other or with men with prominent Adam's apples, neckties and suspenders or big guts." that arrive from allover the world for the weekend.
 
Personally I high tail it out of town...
 

PARK4:  George Gobel was a Comedian/Song n Dance Man ... sometimes Actor ... He was the forerunner of Adam Sandler ... Actually, a Talented Musician but screwed up the Lyrics on pourpose the way Victor Borge screwed up the Music on the Piano ... Started out life as a Country Music Singer and soon became a Studio Musician ... Eventually got his own half hour show, co-Starring a young Actress named, Jeff Donnell ... Gobel was one of the original Investors in the, Towers Hotel Chain ... Genuine Hotels, that "Reg lar people could afford ..."  and which was eventually bought up by Ramada ... Two people could crack Johnny Carson up with just a Look ... George Gobel and Don Rickles ... Gobel was a lot smarter than he ever let on ... Unfortunately, he died way too young ...

Gershwin's "Summertime"...

LEONTYNE  PRICE .......

Mary Violet

and heDID keep the Japs out'a Tulsa.....blessed memory

if memory serves, Goebel's tag line was "Lonesome George..."

Polka dots... yes
Polka bands...no

ice cream!

Harrison Ford! (OK, I'll stop now)

Paolos! I just cracked up and you were right - I couldnt stop myself from singing!
If I ever get to join your club car I'll bring a guitar and a didgeridoo!
Thanks!

This post may be too late to get your attention Park4, but here are some google finds that you may get a kick out of. Tanorexia? Oh no they didn't!
 
Stop the Tanning Bed Addiction! Anyone Can Get a Safe Tan  
 
 Tanning bed usage may be addictive, study warns  
 
 Tanning bed use might become addictive - KOLD News 13
 
  Tanning Booth Junkies  
 
Researchers Find Evidence For 'Tanning Addiction'  
 
 Tanorexia - Tanning Bed Addiction is Real

Reruns of Talking Tina when I was too grown up to be scared by it (right!)

Ooom Pa Pa

I scream! (penny)  Okay:  now I'm thinking that tonight I"m going to have -- must have -- Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia. I'll send the couple of pounds I gain to you, Penn. ;)

Again, paolos, thank you for the reintroduction to George Goebel, and to you, Dear Ivan, for his bio. And to Eli, for reminding me of his nickname, "Lonesome George."  I remember that well.   

PENN:  Good On You !!!  Mary Violet, indeed ... a most remarkable voice .......
 
 
PARK4:  Do you remember Gobel's wife's Nickname ... "Spooky Old Alice"
That was his real wife's name, not just his TV wife's name .......