I've never been known for my brevity, so here goes...
I am one of those who will watch A Christmas Story marathon on TBS more than once today. Watching it last night while I wrapped presents got me thinking about the process of making that movie. When it was on a few weeks ago, I did some internetting and read all about the movie on Wikipedia, IMDb and Rotten Tomatoes. Without spending too much of my Christmas morning recapping those three websites, the point I want to address is that the movie was set in a floating period of 1939 through 1942 (it was intentionally not specific) in a made up city that really was Hammond, IN (a Chicago suburb). The movie was released in 1983 - 25 years ago... and set 40 years earlier
I voted this morning at Wilson Elementary School on 88th & Orchard. I got in line at 6:40 AM and was about 30th in line. By the time 7:00 rolled around there must have been 150 people in line. I got out of there by 7:15, and the line was even longer than it was at 7:00.
The thousands of you - well, make that the 18 of you that actually read my blog post from last week - may be wondering how the pre-Hallowe'en weekend worked out. Well, do I have a story for you...
The other day, when I posted about Shakey's closing, I didn't know where I wanted to go with it. Did I want to go down memory lane? Did I want to talk about how I currently prefer Shakey's way more than Old Country Buffet? Did I want to talk about iconic businesses closing? Did I want to scold somebody (not sure who) about "other business interests"... I mean, what the hell does that mean, and why did the little blurb in West Allis Now (it certainly wasn't an article or story) not press that question? Apparently sensing this blog entry coming, I see that they did post another couple of paragraphs the other day.
Some time in 2007, (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Daughter, Gooey, and (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Stepdaughter, Sloppy, concocted Cheer Day. Conveniently held in conjunction with Sloppy's birthday party, Cheer Day was to be a day when the two girls thrilled us with their repartee of cheers and dances. However, Gooey had broken her arm in the week leading up to Cheer Day, and on the big day wasn't feeling well. In other words, the First Annual Cheer Day fizzled.
Aimless, middle-of-the-night surfing has led me to some classic broadcast NFL openings.
Belated Happy birthday Sis, two years younger than me, but somehow she is quite old, while I am quite distinguished... Can someone explain that with the prices of corn and wheat, fuel, steel and copper - as well as a down housing market and scads of homeowners nearing foreclosure - how we aren't headed for a massive recession?... The Michael Buble concert on Tuesday night was way cool... My-Sugar-Na really liked Buble's opening act, Naturally 7, an a capella soul group... Since my January surgery I have been cold a lot... My elbow isn't at 100%, yet (gettin' a little worried), and thanks for asking... Derrick saved the day Wednesday... All four of my kids are well past middle age if they don't get their schtick together... My home computer won't let me blog. Mark?... Speaking of New York City, I am flying into LaGuardia and staying in Central Islip on Long Island and just learned that Long Island may as well be on a different planet than Manhattan... No, My-Sugar-Na won't let me eat my way through New York; "The Port Authority Bus Terminal is just ONE of the sights I came to see"... I am more excited at going to Albuquerque in July... XM Radio doesn't play enough Metallica, but they are too giddy about U2 and Lenny Kravitz... If NASCAR didn't have sponsorships, left turns or sheep, it would be a park and ride... This is underrated... So is this... Guess what, Time Warner's new Navigator software stinks... Eight more months until Christmas... The office biddies are fretting about the IBM Selectric that isn't working right, apparently it is 1978 in that end of the office... In February, I had a trivia question and nobody even
hazarded tried to guess the answer of Henry Aaron and Warren Spahn... I couldn't have said it better myself... I broke the driver's seat in my car, I now have a rocking chair... Check the playlist, then get yourself Paul Anka's "Rock Swings" CD... I'd like our dogs better if they didn't bark... The last night of bowling league was last night, I haven't bowled competitively since November and I finally get paid.... Ciao.
John Paul Dellacamera is a soccer announcer. Maybe it falls into the category of "You never forget your first", but he is the easy choice as my favorite soccer announcer.
I joined my first Fantasy Football League in 1993 (while I was working at the now-evil USBC, then called the American Bowling Congress). One guy in the league had a wife who owned a business, and his team was named for his wife's business. Seeing that, when asked what name I wanted, I said that I didn't have a corporate sponsor, yet, so I would take (Sponsor's Name Here). Nobody much got it then.
Yes, I know the Super Bowl (Side note - The MVP selection was a crock. David Tyree caught one of the two TDs, and made the catch that saved the game for the Giants, and instead a marketing machine was named MVP) was just played yesterday, but on Saturday, I went to Long's Wong and attended a viewing of Game 4 of the 1957 World Series (the "Nippy Jones" game).
Maybe a check into some of the lists (lower right of this page, but conveniently linked in this post) would give us an idea...
As we all know, everybody goes mental over the "miles per gallon" of his or her car. Car companies tout their mileage estimates. Consumer Reports and various other websites say that by keeping your car tuned up and tires inflated, you can increase your gas mileage.