Argh…flashback. When I was young, I had the displeasure of meeing Bing Crosby. I had a collection of autographs going at his Crosby Pro-Am golf tournament at Pebble Beach. Me and my friend had riden our bikes there, and eventually got to the front of a large crowd out by a big white tent near the 18th hole’s putting green. When Bing came out to look around, I called his name, twice, “Mr. Crosby, Mr. Crosby,” held out my autograph book with pen, and asked, “May I have your autograph?” He bent over, looked me directly in the eyes and authoritatively said, “No.” To which, my friend impulsively responded with a very loud, “You F***head!,” which worked amazingly well in silencing the audience around us and gave us some motivation to leave…quickly. Those numerous stories about him not being a nice person? Yup, true. To little kids, at least.
The comic is funny, nonetheless. Seems like cramming for a test the next morning. It’s not like the stores don’t do their part by setting up Thanksgiving and Christmas displays well in advance, like Summer. It’s just that everyone tends to ignore them until the day actually arrives.
We had a terrific Philcon (http://Philcon.org) and sold some Squid Row stuff. The “Drink Coffee – Make Art”, “Starving Artist” and “Holy Mother of Peanut Butter” buttons were popular, as were the magnetic buttons. A lot of people (a hundred or so) looked over the Squid Row corner of my table and more than a few picked up the Brig’s business-card-with-web-address. Hopefully we’ll see some new faces here!
Stick… I’ve heard that. I read a book or two on Bing. And former early bandmates say that he never came to practices… because his thought that his talent would get him by. His kids also claimed abuse… ironically he was voted best father somewhere in his career.
Dada… Hope would be a crack up at the holidays!
Pete! Welcome back! I am glad the Squid got out! Thanks for peddling. I’m always welcoming of new Squiddies… but adore my familiar ones!
Argh…flashback. When I was young, I had the displeasure of meeing Bing Crosby. I had a collection of autographs going at his Crosby Pro-Am golf tournament at Pebble Beach. Me and my friend had riden our bikes there, and eventually got to the front of a large crowd out by a big white tent near the 18th hole’s putting green. When Bing came out to look around, I called his name, twice, “Mr. Crosby, Mr. Crosby,” held out my autograph book with pen, and asked, “May I have your autograph?” He bent over, looked me directly in the eyes and authoritatively said, “No.” To which, my friend impulsively responded with a very loud, “You F***head!,” which worked amazingly well in silencing the audience around us and gave us some motivation to leave…quickly. Those numerous stories about him not being a nice person? Yup, true. To little kids, at least.
The comic is funny, nonetheless. Seems like cramming for a test the next morning. It’s not like the stores don’t do their part by setting up Thanksgiving and Christmas displays well in advance, like Summer. It’s just that everyone tends to ignore them until the day actually arrives.
Hey, Squiddies!
We had a terrific Philcon (http://Philcon.org) and sold some Squid Row stuff. The “Drink Coffee – Make Art”, “Starving Artist” and “Holy Mother of Peanut Butter” buttons were popular, as were the magnetic buttons. A lot of people (a hundred or so) looked over the Squid Row corner of my table and more than a few picked up the Brig’s business-card-with-web-address. Hopefully we’ll see some new faces here!
Anyway… back to the comic.
What, no Bob Hope? I’d rather have spent Christmas with him instead of Bing.
Hey, even Phyllis Diller probably holds a great holiday bash!
Stick… I’ve heard that. I read a book or two on Bing. And former early bandmates say that he never came to practices… because his thought that his talent would get him by. His kids also claimed abuse… ironically he was voted best father somewhere in his career.
Dada… Hope would be a crack up at the holidays!
Pete! Welcome back! I am glad the Squid got out! Thanks for peddling. I’m always welcoming of new Squiddies… but adore my familiar ones!