Now, don’t be offended. You know I’m not talking about you, but this old cartoon from five years ago is an example of the problems I sometimes cause for myself. Arlo’s words in the last panel, “I figure grape jelly/wine…,” makes the joke very subtle. The reader must fill in a blank. I know—I certainly hope—that many readers would have no problem doing this, but looking back I know a lot of readers probably were left thinking “I don’t get it.” This could have been avoided by having Arlo say, “I figure grape jelly/wine, what’s the difference?” I have had to learn over the years that a cartoonist can’t be too obvious.
A Touch of Glass
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413 responses to “A Touch of Glass”
Jackie, this reminds me of your bbq joint story: http://s.mlkshk.com/r/54DT
Lily, I was born in 1955. My mom taught me how to read very early and I was ahead of the curve by the time I got to school. I still read every chance I get. But, I like music too. I think everyone in my family liked to listen to something so I came by it honestly. Don’t think I could choose between reading and music if I had to give one up.
But not being interested in music in general is not a bad thing. Do what you enjoy and have a good life. It’s yours, not somebody else’s.
Thanks guys. Some of my friends ask why I never use my iPod I got for Christmas yoinks ago. It bores the crap out of me is why.
“Secure your own mask before assisting others.”–from preflight instructions. And I don’t trust anyone that can’t explain where they were on 11-22-63.
Have you ever noticed that when you like something, you want your friends to like it, too?
Yes but I never wanted my friends to like any guys I was dating too much. 😉
no time, just a quick…
Good Morning Villagers….
Jerry..like your thinking 🙂
Good point DellaMae
GR 😉 thanks
Have a blessed Sunday
Good morning, Villagers!
I know where I was all during 1963. Half of me was in my mom and half of me was in my dad. 😛
Jerry, I was in that infamous red convertible. Funny, they didn’t break into music stations then because they had live dj’s playing records because tapes weren’t invented yet? There was a t.v. in my dormitory living room and I walked in just as it was announced. I think we just sat there crying the next 24 hours.
Later in college I was a d.j. on our college radio station but we could only play classical music or easy listening. It actually taught me to like opera, since it was one of my programs I did. I already liked classical instrumental music, especially harpsichord and stringed.
But for the younger people here, all music was played from real disc records, not tapes or cd’s, and you had to place and change the needle position for each song. During easy listening music program that meant I placed and lifted needle, over and over. On classical, it ran for entire opera or symphony! Easy job.
Oh, you had two turntables, so you started each one behind the other unless you talked in between numbers.
Yeah, Ghost, there is another skill!
Love, Jackie Monies
“Point Cumana” brings up a memory from those public radio d.j. days. We could not play ANY popular music, just oldies from 1940’s and 50’s, instrumental or vocal, like Glenn Miller.
During long operas or symphonies we would often listen to something else of our choice in the studio while playing what we were supposed to on air.
One night in middle of some symphony when the record was supposed to go to part 2 I hit the wrong switch and played my choice over the airways. It was the Kingston Trio in one of their rowdier songs and I actually played a lot of the album before I noticed. I kept waiting for the phone calls and none came, so I decided I had 0 listeners out there!
That same station plays anything now, so progress has been made.
Love, Jackie Monies
Jerry: On that infamous day, I was I Bowling Green, OH… age 20… my first child was 1-1/2 months old. My husband and I sat, transfixed, watching the TV in disbelief… then crying. The baby picked up on our emotions and also cried that entire weekend. I felt as though I lost my innocence on that day.
oops! “in” Bowling Green…
Galliglo, I think we all did because this wasn’t how we thought America was supposed to be.
We didn’t assassinate our elected officials. Then we did, or at least public figures, one right after another. Martin Luther King was almost as bad for me as Kennedy’s because I believed we would/could have pacifist change, despite evidence to contrary.
Love, Jackie Monies
Jackie: I love he Kingston Trio. My grandfather used to play them and The Brothers Four all the time.
I just called my dad (born in 1948) and asked him where he was. He was at Arlington Heights High School. He said it didn’t bother him all that much and he was kind of confused at how big a deal it was. He remembers thinking, “Wow,I hope Connally doesn’t die.”
Lilyblack, you might have liked getting to go to one of their concerts, as I did. They drew huge crowds, like rock bands do now. They were fantastic musicians and great showmen.
They came to college towns but I first saw them when I was in high school in Pennsylvania.
Penn State was close by, so we got to go to concerts there. My first introduction to chamber music also (not performed by Kingston Trio) live theater, opera, symphony music and lots of good things. All foreign as speaking Chinese to a girl from the poor and deep south.
Love, Jackie Monies
I’m sure I would have, Jackie. I have a recurrent fantasy that I am either a folkie in the 50’s with long straight hair and wear a leotard and wait tables in a espresso cafe. Another that I am a hippie wearing a poncho and sandals and sing at street corners in New Orleans in the 1960s. My name in the latter is “Autumn Rain”. I think my toes were dirty, lol
Lily, if you were wearing sandals on the streets of the French Quarter, I can assure you that your toes would have been not just dirty, but filthy.
Jackie, when are you going to tell us about the time you worked in the UN’s Protocol Office? Or were a rod man on a survey team? Or when you cooked for the Governor? And when you worked as a mechanic for the exotic import car dealer? And don’t forget about the time you were a deckhand on a Mississippi River towboat.
Ghost, I have NOT done any of the things you mentioned but I bet you have! You and I could probably sit around and play loser’s poker with each other!
I did however, date two governor’s sons when I was a teenager and I was best friends with a governor’s daughter, all in different states and two different countries. I never make anything up, my life has been a tapestry of interesting people and events. In boarding school I had two roommates, one named Ford and one named Sinclair. We shared a bathroom and I did horrible things like covering the toilet with shrink wrap and putting blue easter egg dye tablets in the shower head. And short sheeting their beds and endless pranks to make their lives miserable.
Love, Jackie Monies
HOWEVER……………. I DID fly with Lindbergh.
But it was his wife Anne Morrow Lindbergh and her pet monkey on the company plane.
He kept monkey loose in plane but he did not bite anyone. There was only Mrs. Lindbergh, the pilot, my mother and me as I remember.
Charles Lindbergh lived on Maui and owned part of company my husband worked for, so he was out and about pretty much then. Very unobtrusively.
Love, Jackie Monies
That doesn’t sound prudent. Monkeys, / personal experience and my understanding, are not generally housebreakable. This laptop’s redline patrol says that’s not a word. It’s wrong.
Keeping a housebroken service dog on a plane on the ground during a two-hour delay is cruel and stupid. Some of you may have seen the video / the plane that had to make an unscheduled stop in KC for cleanup. Seems to me a flight attendant and the pilot could have attempted to get an ok for the owner to walk the dog.
Ever work in a carnival, Jackie? I did one summer. Night desk clerk at a motel? (Now that’s one I have some stories about!) Pool boy (girl)? (Now that’s one I wish I had some stores about.)
And I know a story involving a college girl, her pet money, a bicycle, and her veterinarian father, but I can’t tell it here.
Ghost, I don’t know HOW you got away and stayed single! Makes me wish to be young again listening to you, well not really young but about half the age I am now.
Thirties were pretty good years for me, at least in looks. Maybe not so much in life?
I think we had some interesting life experiences, you and I.
Love, Jackie Monies
I recall being young, have the scars too prove it. Oh wait, that is a story for another day.
Heck, I am sitting here clipping coupons and sorting them, really exciting Sunday. We can’t keep remembering and out-weirding each other, Ghost!
After I clip my coupons I am going to plant a few more seeds and finish tossing dirt around in third raised bed garden. I have a carpenter engaged to come next week and put together the treated lumber I have out in back yard for that one. It has lots of posts and trellis’ and was to be my birthday gift, which was back in February. I have to find original drawings of it and redraw for him.
The birds are going crazy, they think my unmown, wild looking patch outside my office is a bird sanctuary and they fly down onto the porches. They planted a sunflower garden for me which is beginning to bloom.
Love, Jackie Monies
Really fun to hear the stories you and Ghost and others tell here, Jackie. 🙂 It’s definitely a window to another time and place for me!