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Well, it's about time, Try. Where have you been? Good to see you back, honey. Thanks for the Cyndi song. I guess girls just want to have fun.

Thinking back at our little middle school trio now. Hey, folks. We were not bad for younguns. Had a radio guy who helped us out.

Combined this with Grandfather's Clock:


Billie Holiday
» Time On My Hands


Harold Adamson / Mack Gordon / Vincent Youmans

Time on my hands, you in my arms
Nothing but love in view
Then if you fall, once and for all
I'll see my dreams come true
Moments to spare
With someone you care tor
One love affair for two
And so with time on my hands
And you in my arms
And love in my heart all for you

What I need more of is…

Time
Pink Floyd Lyrics

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Well, Try. Thomas Wolfe says that we can't go home again, buddy. Yes, the moving finger writes and having writ, etc.

I became inquisitive, folks, about the grandfather's clock, so I did a quick search and found that Johnny Cash did it. Wow.! he's as prolific as Bob Dylan. As a matter of fact, it's really a lovely and moving song:

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a penniweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering; his life second's numbering
It stopped short never to go again when the old man died
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in its place not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died
It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was plumbing for flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died

How often we reject the old songs when we are young, and come back to realized how truly impressive they are. I suspect that "penniweight" is an old term, so it shall remain as it is.

"...Thomas Wolfe says that we can't go home again..." ; i agree with TW ,
i can visit germany , but don't think i could call it my home again - mrs h feels the same way .
we think that we have stood still - as far as germany is concerned - , but germany has moved on - so we get confused !
we better stay where we are now ; even though when we visit another country , i think i could live there too - i better give up my teenage fantasies .
hbg

Well, hamburger. Things are not the same at my old home in Virginia, either. Whoever is in it now, leveled the two silver spruce trees that we planted, one for me and one for Bud, and the lilacs bushes are long gone.

I think the English boxwood are still there, however.

If I recall properly, Thomas Wolfe's mother said about her son after reading that book:

"Jesus had his Judas, and I have you."

Well, let's not look back, folks. How about one from the Fab Four:



The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
Ive seen that road before
It always leads me her
Lead me to you door

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
Let me know the way

Many times Ive been alone
And many times Ive cried
Any way youll never know
The many ways Ive tried

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

i don't really know how i found this song , but i do think it's pretty powerful !
perhaps best NOT to be sung at bedtime ?
hbg

Ghosts of the Good Old Days
words & music by John McCutcheon & Si Kahn
-----------------------------------------------------
John: vocal & guitar
JT: bass
Tim: harmony vocals, fiddle & mandolin

Back ?'fore I's in long britches
And the train stopped every other day
The coke ovens belched that black smoke
And kids runnin' every which-a-way
My Mama and my Daddy said, "High times a-coming"
And the tipple kept a-spittin' that coal
The circuit ridin' preacher and the missionary teacher
Kept you cipherin' and singin' for your soul

Chorus

Oh, the rattle of the track ain't never comin' back
And the tipple is a-crumblin' in the wind
And this town is a-bleedin' out of every road a-leadin'
Up the river where you never even been
It's the lure of the young, it's the honey on the tongue
And you told ?'em in a hundred different ways
But you watch ?'em as they're fleein', when they look back all they're seein'
Are the ghosts of the good old days

Well, I got me a wife and I got me a job
And I got me a union card
And I hoed me a patch by the side of the river
So we were ready when the times got hard
We hung three pictures above the old sofa
It was Jesus, FDR, and John L
So we knew how to pray and we knew how to vote
And we knew how to really give ?'em hell

Chorus

But the times rolled by and the kids rolled with ?'em
And now the dust never settles on the road
And I lie awake at night thinkin' ain't it a sight
How history is a mighty heavy load'
It weren't' the scabs or the dozers or the wind in the winter
Drove young ?'uns to the cities by the score
It was the road and the car and the can't stay where you are
And the thirst that makes you always look for more

i think i'll close for tonight with one of sammy davis' songs - i think sammy did a particularly fine job with this song !
hbg

Artist: Sammy Davis Jr.
Song: I'Ve Gotta Be Me
Album:
[" " CD]

Whether I'm right or whether I'm wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I gotta be me, I've gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am

I want to live, not merely survive
And I won't give up this dream
Of life that keeps me alive
I gotta be me, I gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am

That far-away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won't settle down, won't settle for less
As long as there's a chance that I can have it all

I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I've gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I've gotta be me

I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I just gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I gotta be me

Great song, hamburger. I love the ones that tell about our changing planet, Canada. That's the only true history, because it's hand me down stuff from the old grey mare's mouth. <smile>

My niece is getting married soon, and I taught her this song.

Carrots grow from carrot seeds,
I planted one I'll grow it.

I'll water it, I'll pull the weeds,
Carrots grow from carrot seeds.

but his father said:
Father's know a lot of things,
Little boys like you can't know.
So don't be disappointed,
If your carrot doesn't grow.

(I've forgotten what the mother said. )

And his big brother said:
Na, na won't come up,
It won't come up, it won't come up,
The carrot won't come up.

But the little boy kept taking care of his little garden, and on morning, he went out and there was the BIGGEST carrot that anyone had ever seen.

The little boy said:
The carrot; it came up.

WOW! Did that from memory, but I think we made our point

Mary Hopkins
Those Were the Days

Once upon a time, there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
Think of all the great things we would do

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Then, the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If, by chance, I'd see you in the tavern,
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Just tonight, I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass, I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Love that song, Texas. Thanks, buddy.

Well, I thought this day would never end, but it has, so I must say goodnight.

From Letty with love.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

What a lovely day it promises to be, but often mother nature makes promises that she cannot keep.

Here's an esoteric song to begin the day:

Bon Jovi
Song: Wildflowers
Album: Have a Nice Day


She wakes up when I sleep
To talk to ghosts like in the movies
If you don't follow what I mean
I sure don't mean to be confusing
They say when she laughs she wants to cry
She'll draw a crowd then try to hide
Don't know if it's her or just my mind I'm losing

Nobody knows a wildflower still grows
By the side of the road
And she don't need to need like the roses
Wildflower

That girl's sure put a spell on me
Yeah, her voodoos hidden right behind her pocket
If she's fire, I'm gasoline
Yeah, we fight a lot but neither wants to stop it
Well, she'll tell you she's an only child until you meet her brothers
Swear she's never met the man she couldn't make into a lover

[Chorus]
Nobody knows a wildflower still grows
By the side of the road
And she don't need to need like the roses
She's at home with the weeds
And just as free as the night breeze
She's got the cool of a shade tree
She's growin' on me and I can't live with out her

Yesterday's a memory
Tomorrow's accessory
That's her favorite quote about regret
Well, she'll tell you about her pedigree
With a sailor's mouth he'd have left at sea and it ain't over yet

[Chorus]

Nobody knows [x3]
That's right

She wakes up when I sleep
To talk to ghosts like in the movies.

Tales from the cryptic?

Flabbergabble kookamunga ba goo-goo
Fiddlefaddle swishamunga bumble gum too
If you don't do what I want you to
I'm gonna skibblejibble gabbaflabba
wungamunga you.
I have a big appetite
I'm gonna eat a whole apple pie tonight
then I'll have a piece of ice cream cake,
popsicle, wopsickle,
T-bone steak.
Now it's time to sicklewickle my cats
I'm gonna feed them some smoked
herrings and hats
Then I'll put my light bulbs in the freezer
and eat some freckled peezerweezer.
Now our little tiny song is done-
we hope you had a lot of fun-
So eat some eyelashes and some hair
and that'll show us how much you care.
Flabbergabble kookamunga ba goo-goo
Fiddlefaddle swishamunga bumble gum too
If you don't do what I want you to
I'm gonna skibblejibble gabbaflabba
wungamung you.

Good morning, dys. Love it. Gonna be one of those days, folks.


Gobbledygook
Adam W., Seneca Falls, NY


I have squashed a bug

that is my brother

on the pavement that is justice.

That brief poem is not altogether arcane.

Good morning to one and all. So I said…


Look What They've Done To My Song, Ma
Melanie Lyrics


Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing that I could do half right
And it's turning out all wrong, ma
Look what they've done to my song.

Look what they've done to my brain, ma
Look what they've done to my brain
Well they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I'm half insane, ma
Look what they've done to my song.

I wish I could find a good book to live in
Wish I could find a good book
Will if I cold find a real good book
I'd never have to come out and look
Look what they've done to my song.

It'll be all right ma, maybe it'll be okay
Well if the people are buying tears I'll be rich someday, ma
Look what they've done to my song.

Ils ont change ma chanson ma
Ils ont change ma chanson
C'est la seule chose que je peuz faire
Et ce n'est pas bon ma
Ils ont change ma chanson.

Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well they tied it up in a plastic bag and they turned it upside down
Look what they've done to my song, ma.

Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song
It's the only thing I could do all right and they turned it upside down
Look what they've done to my song, ma.

John Lee Hooker
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

John Lee Hooker (August 22, 1917 - June 21, 2001) was an influential American post-war blues singer, guitarist, and songwriter born in Clarksdale, Mississippi. From a musical family, he is a cousin of Earl Hooker. He performed in a half-spoken style that became his trademark. Rhythmically, his music was free, a property common with early acoustic Delta blues musicians. His best known songs include "Boogie Chillen" and "Boom Boom".

Biography

John Lee Hooker was born on 22 August 1917 in Clarksdale, Mississippi the youngest of the eleven children of William Hooker (1871-1923), a sharecropper and a Baptist preacher, and Minnie Ramsey (1875-?). He and his numerous siblings were only permitted to listen to religious songs, and so young John's earliest musical exposure was to the spirituals sung in church. In 1921 John's parents separated and the next year his mother married William Moore, a blues singer who provided his first introduction to the guitar (and whom he would later credit for his distinctive playing style). The next year John's father died and at age 15 he ran away from home; he would never see his mother and step-father again. Attracted by factory work, Hooker moved from Mississippi to Detroit in 1943, where he would reside until 1969. He felt right at home near the blues venues and saloons on Hastings Street, the heart of black entertainment on Detroit's east side. Hooker's recording career began in 1948 with the hit single, "Boogie Chillen," cut in a studio near Wayne State University.

Despite being illiterate, he was a prolific lyricist. In addition to adapting the occasionally traditional blues lyric (such as "if I was chief of police, I would run her right out of town"), he freely invented many of his songs from scratch. Recording studios in the 50s rarely paid black musicians more than a pittance, so Hooker would spend the night wandering from studio to studio, coming up with new songs or variations on his songs for each studio. Due to his recording contract, he would record these songs under obvious pseudonyms such as "John Lee Booker," "Johnny Hooker," or "John Cooker."

His early solo songs were recorded under Bernie Besman. John Lee Hooker rarely played on a standard beat, changing tempo to fit the needs of the song. This made it nearly impossible to add backing tracks. As a result, Besman would record Hooker, in addition to playing guitar and singing, stomping along with the music on a wooden palette.

He appeared and sang in the 1980 movie The Blues Brothers. Due to Hooker's improvisatory style, his performance was filmed and sound-recorded live, in contrast to the usual "playback" technique used in most film musicals.

In 1989 he joined with a number of musicians, including Keith Richards and Carlos Santana to record The Healer, which won a Grammy award ?- one of many awards. Hooker recorded several songs with Van Morrison, including "Never Get Out of These Blues Alive", "The Healing Game" and "I Cover the Waterfront". He also appeared on stage with Van Morrison several times, some of which was released on the live album "A Night in San Francisco".

He fell ill just before a tour of Europe in 2001 and died soon afterwards at the age of 83.

Hooker recorded over 100 albums and lived the last years of his life in the San Francisco Bay Area, where he licensed a nightclub to use the name Boom Boom Room, after one of his hits.

Among his many awards, John Lee Hooker has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in 1991 he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Two of his songs, "Boogie Chillen" and "Boom Boom" were named to the list of The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll. "Boogie Chillen" was included as one of the Songs of the Century.

Music

John Lee Hooker's guitar playing is closely aligned with piano Boogie Woogie. He would play the walking bass pattern with his thumb, stopping to emphasize the end of a line with a series of trills, done by rapid hammer-ons and pull-offs. The songs that most epitomize his early sound are "Boogie Chillen," about being 17 and wanting to go out to dance at the Boogie clubs, "Baby Please Don't Go," a more typical blues song, summed up by its title, and "Tupelo," a stunningly sad song about the flooding of Tupelo, Mississippi.

He maintained a solo career, popular with blues and folk music fans of the early 1960s and crossed over to white audiences, giving an early opportunity to the young Bob Dylan. As he got older, he added more and more people to his band, changing his live show from simply Hooker with his guitar to a large band, with Hooker singing.

His vocal phrasing was less closely tied to specific bars than most blues singers'. This casual, rambling style had been gradually diminishing with the onset of electric blues bands from Chicago but, even when not playing solo, Hooker retained it in his sound.

Quotes

"It don't take me no three days to record no album." (during the recording of the double album Hooker 'N Heat with Canned Heat.)
"I don't play a lot of fancy guitar. I don't want to play it. The kind of guitar I want to play is mean, mean licks." (when describing his own music in an article from The Daily News, Atlanta, Ga. 1992)

Tree

Music: Andreas Mexas
Lyrics: Georgios Papagiannopoulos
Singer: Notis Sfakianakis

Leave all the supposed ones talking.
I am not going to take them seriously again.
I've walked in roads which were scattered with fire,
And I've passed difficult uphills and narrow alleyways.

CHORUS
A tree which is stoned by everyone,
Is the tree which gives plenty of fruit.
The ones who shot the eagle are a lot,
But only a few the ones who kill him.

I understand all the supposed ones.
They are the ones who never flied really high.
They are destroying their own dreams,
And they don't know what is flowing in their veins.

CHORUS

Ray Bradbury
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ray Douglas Bradbury (born August 22, 1920) is an American fantasy, horror, science fiction, and mystery writer best known for The Martian Chronicles, a 1950 book which has been described both as a short story collection and a novel, and his 1953 dystopian novel Fahrenheit 451.

Beginnings

Bradbury (his given name is not Raymond) was born in Waukegan, Illinois to a Swedish immigrant mother and a father who was a power and telephone lineman.[1] His paternal grandfather and great-grandfather were newspaper publishers. Bradbury was a reader and writer throughout his youth, spending much time in the Carnegie Library in Waukegan. His novels Dandelion Wine and Something Wicked This Way Comes depict the town of Waukegan as "Green Town" and are semi-autobiographical. The Bradbury family lived in Tucson, Arizona, in 1926-1927 and 1932-1933, each time returning to Waukegan, and eventually settled in Los Angeles in 1934, when Ray was thirteen.

Bradbury graduated from Los Angeles High School in 1938 but chose not to attend college. Instead, he sold newspapers at the corner of South Norton Avenue and Olympic Boulevard. He continued to educate himself at the local library, and having been influenced by science fiction heroes like Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers, he began to publish science fiction stories in fanzines in 1938. His first paid piece was for the pulp magazine Super Science Stories in 1941. He became a full-time writer by the end of 1942. His first book, Dark Carnival, a collection of short works, was published in 1947 by Arkham House. He married Marguerite McClure (1922-2003) in 1947, and they had four daughters.

Works

Ray Bradbury in 1976.For Bradbury, there is some blurring of categories, and the distinctions in his works are somewhat subjective, for he frequently has written multiple short stories about a set of characters or a subject, making minor edits or adding supplemental material, and calling the results a novel. Although he is often described as a science fiction writer, Bradbury does not box himself into a particular narrative categorization:

"First of all, I don't write science fiction. I've only done one science fiction book and that's Fahrenheit 451, based on reality. Science fiction is a depiction of the real. Fantasy is a depiction of the unreal. So Martian Chronicles is not science fiction, it's fantasy. It couldn't happen, you see? That's the reason it's going to be around a long time ?- because it's a Greek myth, and myths have staying power." [1]
Besides his fiction work, Bradbury has written many short essays on the arts and culture, attracting the attention of critics in this field. Bradbury was a consultant for the American Pavilion at the 1964 New York World's Fair and the exhibit housed in Epcot's Spaceship Earth geosphere at Walt Disney World [2] [3] [4].

Adaptations of his work

Oskar Werner and Julie Christie in Fahrenheit 451 (1966), a movie directed by François Truffaut and based on the novel.Many of Bradbury's stories and novels have been adapted to films, radio, television, theater and comic books. In 1951-1954, twenty-seven of Bradbury's stories were adapted by Al Feldstein for EC Comics, sixteen of which were collected in the books The Autumn People (1965) and Tomorrow Midnight (1966). Also in the early 1950s, adaptations of Bradbury's stories were televised on a variety of shows including Tales of Tomorrow, Lights Out, Out There, Suspense, CBS Television Workshop, Jane Wyman's Fireside Theatre, Star Tonight, Windows and Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

A half-hour film adaptation of Bradbury's "The Merry-Go Round", praised by Variety, was shown on Starlight Summer Theater in 1954 and NBC's Sneak Preview in 1956. For The Ray Bradbury Theater, first seen on TV from 1985 to 1992, Bradbury adapted 65 of his stories. The Martian Chronicles became a 1980 TV miniseries starring Rock Hudson.

Director Jack Arnold first brought Bradbury to movie theaters in 1953 with It Came from Outer Space, a Harry Essex screenplay developed from Bradbury's screen treatment, "The Meteor". Three weeks later, Eugène Lourié's The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms (1953), based on Bradbury's "The Fog Horn," about a sea monster mistaking the sound of a fog horn for the mating cry of a female, was released. Bradbury's close friend Ray Harryhausen produced the stop-motion animation of the creature. Over the next 50 years, more than 35 features, shorts, and TV movies were based on Bradbury's stories or screenplays.

Recently, Peter Hyams' film version of Bradbury's 1953 story, A Sound of Thunder (2005), brought an almost unanimous negative reaction from film critics. Reviewing for The New York Times, A.O. Scott observed that "it illustrates the dangers of turning a lean, elegant short story into a loud, noisy, incoherent B movie."

A new film version of Fahrenheit 451 is being planned by director Frank Darabont; an earlier version was directed by François Truffaut in 1966. In 2002, Bradbury's own Pandemonium Theatre Company production of Fahrenheit 451 at Burbank's Falcon Theatre combined live acting with projected digital animation by the Pixel Pups. Bradbury and director Charles Rome Smith co-founded Pandemonium in 1964, staging the New York production of The World of Ray Bradbury (1964), adaptations of "The Pedestrian," "The Veldt" and "To the Chicago Abyss."

Controversy over titles

In 2004 it was reported that Bradbury was extremely upset with filmmaker Michael Moore for using the title Fahrenheit 9/11, which is an allusion to Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, for his documentary about the George W. Bush administration. Bradbury called Moore "a horrible human being," but stated that his resentment was not politically motivated.[2] Bradbury asserts that he does not want any of the money made by the movie, nor does he believe that he deserves it. He pressured Moore to change the "stolen" name, but to no avail. Moore called Bradbury two weeks before the film's release in 2004 to apologize, saying that the film's marketing was set in motion a long time ago, and it was too late to change the title.[5]

Honors and awards

2004 award recipient Ray Bradbury with President George W. Bush and his wife Laura Bush.For his contribution to the motion picture industry, Ray Bradbury was given a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6644 Hollywood Blvd.
An asteroid is named in his honor, "9766 Bradbury," along with a crater on the moon called "Dandelion Crater" (named after his novel, Dandelion Wine.)
On November 17, 2004, Bradbury was the recipient of the National Medal of Arts, presented by President George W. Bush and Laura Bush. Bradbury has also received the World Fantasy Award life achievement, Stoker Award life achievement, SFWA Grand Master, SF Hall of Fame Living Inductee, and First Fandom Award. He received an Emmy Award for his work on The Halloween Tree.
The "About the Author" sections in several of his published works claim that he has been nominated for an Academy Award. A search of the Academy's awards database [3] proves this to be incorrect. Two films he worked on, Icarus Montgolfier Wright and Moby Dick, were nominated for Academy Awards, but Bradbury himself has not been.

Trivia

One well known irony is that Bradbury, despite writing about spaceships and interplanetary travel and having lived in Los Angeles for most of his life, has never driven a car. He attributes this to having seen a gruesome car accident when he was young.
Bradbury never flew in an airplane until the age of 62. Later, he flew on the Concorde to Paris, where he worked with Disney on the new Disneyland being created in France. He did enjoy a ride in the Goodyear Blimp when he was 48.
Helped with many projects over the years with the Walt Disney Company, including the futurist park EPCOT and also got his inspiration for being an advocate for the proposed L.A. monorail system from the Disneyland monorail system.
At the age of fifteen, Bradbury read Jack Woodford's book on writing, Trial and Error, which had a large influence on his career. He also attributes his lifelong daily writing habit to the day in 1932 when a carnival entertainer, Mr. Electrico, touched him with an electrified sword, made his hair stand on end, and shouted, "Live forever!"
Bradbury appeared in the television game show, You Bet Your Life.

Valerie Harper
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Valerie Harper (born August 22, 1940 in Suffern, New York) is an American actress, best known for the 1970s television role of Rhoda Morgenstern-Gerard, which she played on The Mary Tyler Moore Show, and its spinoff, Rhoda.

Harper was born in Suffern, Rockland County, New York, to a mixed Catholic/Protestant family, and raised in Oregon, and started out as a dancer/chorus girl on Broadway in the late 1950s and early 1960s in such shows such as Take Me Along and Subways Are for Sleeping, as well as Wildcat, in which she performed with Lucille Ball.

She also appeared in bit parts in several films beginning with Li'l Abner (1959), when she was a teenager. During the late 1960s, however, Harper worked somewhat less, though she appeared in Carl Reiner's play Something Different in 1968. She also wrote an episode of Love, American Style with her then-husband, actor/writer, Richard Schaal, whose daughter, actress Wendy Schaal (who voices "Francine Smith" on American Dad), was her stepdaughter.

Things changed when Harper got the role of the wise-cracking yet vulnerable uber-Jewish New Yorker, Rhoda Morgenstern, on two landmark CBS TV sitcoms of the 1970s: The Mary Tyler Moore Show (regular from 1970-74) and its spin-off Rhoda (1974-78), in which she played the title role. She won four Emmy awards and a Golden Globe for her work as Rhoda Morgenstern on both series.

She also won a Golden Globe for "New Star of the Year" for her role in 1974's Freebie and The Bean.

Harper was one of the first people to guest star on The Muppet Show in its first season.

She also played family matriarch Valerie Hogan on the 1986 sitcom Valerie. It was renamed Valerie's Family in 1987 after Harper abruptly left the series (following a dispute with the producers) and was replaced by Sandy Duncan.

Harper has worked almost exclusively in theatre and television, and has also had roles in made-for-TV-movies and guest spots on a number of series, including Sex and the City. In the 1990s, she advocated hormone replacement therapy for the Eli Lilly company.

Harper is a member of the Screen Actors Guild, and ran for President in the 2001 election, losing to Melissa Gilbert.

A 2000 project, Mary and Rhoda, was planned as a reunion series for Harper and her friend and longtime co-star, Mary Tyler Moore, but the project instead appeared as a made-for-TV movie on the ABC network.

Cindy Williams
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Cindy Williams (born August 22, 1947) is an American actress, perhaps best known for her portrayal, from 1976 until 1982, of loyal and fun-loving brewery worker Shirley Feeney in the sitcom Laverne & Shirley. She also starred in the 1973 film American Graffiti and in the short-lived 1993-1994 sitcom Getting By. She also guest starred along with fellow sitcom vet John Ratzenberger (Cheers) in two episodes of the late John Ritter's sitcom 8 Simple Rules.

Williams was born in the Van Nuys district of Los Angeles, California. She graduated from Birmingham High School in Van Nuys and went to Los Angeles City College.

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