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I may have posted this before but thought it worthwhile to post again as it may be difficult to coverse with the natives.


For those of you who have never been to "Bawstin", this is a good guideline.

I hope you will consider coming to "Beantown" in the near future.

For those who call New England home, this is just plain great!

Information on Boston and the surrounding area:

There's no school on School Street, no court on Court Street, no dock on Dock Square, no water on Water Street.

Back Bay streets are in alphabetical "oddah":
Arlington, Berkeley, Clarendon, Dartmouth, etc.
So are South Boston streets: A, B, C, D, etc.
If the streets are named after trees (e.g. Walnut,
Chestnut, Cedar), you're on Beacon Hill.

If they're named after poets, you're in Wellesley.
Massachusetts Ave is Mass Ave; Commonwealth Ave is Comm Ave; South Boston is Southie (and you are termed - a Southie) ..
The South End is the South End East Boston is Eastie.
The North End is east of the former West End. The West End and Scollay Square are no more; a guy named Rappaport got rid of them one night.
Roxbury is The Burry, Jamaica Plain is J.P.

Definitions:
Frappes have ice cream, milkshakes don't. If it is fizzy and flavored, it's tonic. Soda is CLUB SODA. "Pop" is Dad.
When we want Tonic WATER, we will ask for Tonic WATER.

The smallest beer is a pint.

Scrod is whatever they tell you it is, usually fish.
If you paid more than $6/pound, you got scrod.
It's not a water fountain; it's a bubblah.
It's not a trashcan; it's a barrel.
It's not a shopping cart; it's a carriage.
It's not a purse; it's a pock-a-book.
They're not franks; they're haht dahgs. Franks are
money in France.
Police don't drive patrol units or black and whites
they drive a "crooza".
If you take the bus, you're on the "looza crooza".
It's not a rubber band, it's an elastic.
It's not a traffic circle, it's a rotary.
Going to the islands" means Martha's Vineyard & Nantucket.
If something's good, it's "pissa". If something's
really good, it's "wicked pissa".

The Pat's = The Patriots
The Sox = The Red Sox
The C's = The Celtics
The B's = The Bruins

Things not to do:
Don't pahk your cah in Hahvid Yahd ... they'll tow it
to Meffa (Medford) or Slumaville (Somerville).

Don't sleep in the Common. (Boston Common)

Don't wear Orange in Southie on St. Patrick's Day.

Things you should know:
There are two State Houses, two City Halls, two
courthouses, two Hancock buildings (one old, one new for each).

The colored lights on top the old Hancock tell the
weatha':
"Solid blue, clear view...."
"Flashing blue, clouds due...."
"Solid red, rain ahead...."
"Flashing red, snow instead...." - (except in
summer; flashing red means the Red Sox game was rained out)

Route 128 is also I-95 south. It's also I-93 north. (I hate that one.)

The underground train is not a subway. It's the "T",
and it doesn't run all night (fah chrysakes, this
ain't Noo Yawk).

Order the "cold tea" in China Town after 2:00 am
you'll get a kettle full of beer.

Bostonians... think that it's their God-given right to
cut off someone in traffic.

Bostonians...think that there are only 25 letters in
the alphabet (no R's).

Bostonians...think that three straight days of 90+
temperatures is a heat wave.

Bostonians...refer to six inches of snow as a
"dusting."

Bostonians...always "bang a left" as soon as the light turns green, and oncoming traffic always expects it.

Bostonians...say everything in town is "a five-minute walk." (pronounced "wok")

Bostonians...believe that using your turn signal is a
sign of weakness.

Bostonians...think that 63-degree ocean water is warm.


Send this one to your friends who don't live in
Boston!!

Bostonians...think Rhode Island accents are annoying.

How to say these Massachusetts city names correctly:
Worcester: Wuhsta (or Wistah)
Gloucester: Glawsta
Leicester: Lesta
Woburn: Wooban
Dedham: Dedim (like denim)
Revere: Re-vee-ah
Quincy: Quinzee
Peabody: Pea-bud'-dee
Waltham: Wahlt-ham
Chatham: Chahttum

cuber=cuba

Hawkman, I don't think they required us to take Bostonese in either high school or undergrad or any university that I know of. Fantastic, Boston. I guess Virginese is difficult as well, 'cause most of them drop all their "r's".

Didn't John Kennedy say "Cuber"?

I know that all of our listeners learned a great deal from your celeb info. I know that I did.

We'll wait on our Raggedy to comment, buddy, and thanks again.

Well, folks. I see dys beat me to it. While we wait for our speckled pup, here's one mystery solved.

So Ira did the words and George did the music:


Verse One

All you preachers
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.

It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;

Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...

Chorus

I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway toParadise
With a new step ev'ry day.

Verse Two

Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.

In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.

Chorus (x2)

Good Afternoon.

I always learn something new from Bob's bios. Thanks, Bob.

Oops. Tom Hulce didn't want his Mozart picture posted, but...... I think it's cute.

Well, folks. There's our Raggedy with flawless photo's. Marvelous, gal.


There's Endora, Wally, Bobby, and Jo Beth.

Who is that fellow imitating Mozart? I thought Richard Drefus did him.

Nevertheless, listeners. I adore his Turkish Rhondo.

Another oops, Raggedy. I'm afraid that I don't know Tom, but you are right, PA, he is cute, especially in that delightful periwig.

Of all the German composers, I think I like Schumann the best, especially his Tramurai; such a tender song.

Beautifully performed by Isaac Stern, but here are the lyrics, just for you, Letty.

As Gentle As A Summer's Day
Written by lyrics: Neil Sedaka / music: Schumann - Traumerei

Lyrics
As gentle as a summer's day
And as lovely as the petals of a sweet bouquet,
The falling of a misty rain,
A tender memory that conjures up my thoughts of you.
The quiet rustling of the trees
Is the thing that makes me thankful there are days like these.
And you and I will hand-in-hand
Begin to walk the world together
In our private wonderland.

To view these pictures on a screen,
To reflect these flickering shadows that are like a dream.
Sometimes I think this all unreal
And like a photograph that fades away our love may die.

So we must make the time stand still,
We must savour every moment, as I know we will,
Then you and I will stay the same
Just like the images suspended
That are frozen in a frame.

Oh, Raggedy, my dear, dear friend. I knew there were words inspired by that lovely classical piece, but I could never find them, because I had no idea for what I should be searching. Thank you so much.

For you, an early Christmas present.

Cruel War

Oh the cruel war is raging
Your daddy must fight
And I know I will miss you
From morning till night
You cannot go with me
It grieves my heart so
You cannot go with me
Oh no my son no

For your waist is to slender
Your fingers to small
And your cheeks are to tender
To face the cannon-ball
They will give me shiny medals
They'll call "the killing brave"
But I'd rather hold my darling son
Then fill a thousand graves

I will fight through the winter
Through Summer, Spring and Fall
And there's many a man that I will kill
That I never known at all
O listen, oh listen to me Johnny
And heed my story well
There's no glory in the killing
Just the agony of hell

Oh the cruel war is raging
Your daddy must fight
And I know I will miss you
From morning till night


Harry Belafonte

I like that version of "A Cruel War", edgar. What a surprise to find out, listeners, that Willie Nelson is going to present this in protest come Christmas, and it will be done in Dallas:

What Ever Happened To Peace On Earth
There's so many things going on in the world
Babies dying
Mothers crying
How much oil is one human life worth
And what ever happened to peace on earth

We believe everything that they tell us
They're gonna' kill us
So we gotta' kill them first
But I remember a commandment
Thou shall not kill
How much is that soldier's life worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth

(Bridge)
And the bewildered herd is still believing
Everything we've been told from our birth
Hell they won't lie to me
Not on my own damn TV
But how much is a liar's word worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth

So I guess it's just
Do unto others before they do it to you
Let's just kill em' all and let God sort em' out
Is this what God wants us to do

(Repeat Bridge)
And the bewildered herd is still believing
Everything we've been told from our birth
Hell they won't lie to me
Not on my own damn TV
But how much is a liar's word worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth

Now you probably won't hear this on your radio
Probably not on your local TV
But if there's a time, and if you're ever so inclined
You can always hear it from me
How much is one picker's word worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth

But don't confuse caring for weakness
You can't put that label on me
The truth is my weapon of mass protection
And I believe truth sets you free

(Bridge)
And the bewildered herd is still believing
Everything we've been told from our birth
Hell they won't lie to me
Not on my own damn TV
But how much is a liar's word worth
And whatever happened to peace on earth

Willie got that right.

Ditto Edgar's comment.

And a bit of synchro, Letty. A Jeopardy category this evening was Urban Legends. And, one of the questions concerned our discussion earlier today on this very station about Walt Disney.

Gorsh, Raggedy. This has been happening to me all day. I am beginning to be a believer. <smile>

As a matter of fact, folks, Merry Andrew has a thread about King Arthur, and I was trying to find my cd of that movie. Then Dutchy hit me right with dice on the Where Am I forum.

Might as well play a believer song then:

I'm A Beliver

I thought love was
Only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else
But not for me
Love was out to get to me
That's the way it seems
Disappointment haunted
All my dreams

And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried

I thought love was
More or less a given thing
But the more I gave the less
I got, oh yeah
What's the use in trying
All you get is pain
When I wanted sunshine
I got rain

And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried

What's the use in trying
All you get is pain
When I wanted sunshine
I got rain

And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried

Then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
Now I'm a believer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a believer
I'm a believer
I'm a believer

Why Don't You Try

Why don't you try to do without him?
Why don't you try to live alone?
Do you really need his hands for your passion?
Do you really need his heart for your throne?
Do you need his labour for your baby?
Do you need his beast for the bone?
Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady?
I know you're going to make, make it on your own.
Why don't your try to forget him?
Just open up your dainty little hand.
You know this life is filled with many sweet companions,
many satisfying one-night stands.
Do you want to be the ditch around a tower?
Do you want to be the moonlight in his cave?
Do you want to give your blessing to his power
as he goes whistling past his daddy, past his daddy's grave.

I'd like to take you take you to the ceremony,
well, that is if I remember the way.
You see Jack and Jill they're going to join their misery,
I'm afraid it's time for everyone to pray.
You can see they've finally taken cover,
they're willing, yeah they're willing to obey.
Their vows are difficult, they're for each other,
so let nobody put a loophole, a loophole in their way.


Leonard Cohen

You know, edgar. Leonard Cohen and Tom Waits are inscrutable, no?

Here's a T.W. song, and you figure it out, folks:


Singapore

We sail tonight for Singapore,
we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris
I danced along a colored wind,
dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

We sail tonight for Singapore,
don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
when you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
while making feet for children shoes
Through the alley, back from hell,
when you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me

Wipe him down with gasoline
'til his arms are hard and mean
From now on boys this iron boat's your home
So heave away, boys

We sail tonight for Singapore,
take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door,
the whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam,
they all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth,
get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away

The captain is a one-armed dwarf,
he's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind
the one-eyed man is king, so take this ring

We sail tonight for Singapore,
we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod
Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris
I drank along a colored wind,
I dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

Good morning WA2K.

I do hope all is well with our P.D.

Remembering:



and wishing a Happy 91st to Eli Wallach; 74th to Ellen Burstyn and 57th to Tom Waits.

Willa Cather
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Wilella Sibert Cather (December 7, 1873[1] - April 24, 1947) is among the most eminent American authors. She is known for her depictions of US life in novels such as O Pioneers!, My Ántonia, and Death Comes for the Archbishop.


Early life

Willa Cather was born on a farm in Back Creek Valley (near Winchester, Virginia. Her father was Charles Fectigue Cather (d. 1928), whose family had lived on land in the valley for six generations. Her mother was born Mary Virginia Boak (d. 1931), and she had six younger children: Roscoe, Douglass, Jessica, James, John, and Elsie.[2] In 1883, Cather moved with her family to Catherton in Webster County, Nebraska. The following year the family relocated to Red Cloud, the county seat. There, she spent the rest of her childhood in the same town that has been made famous by her writing. She insisted on attending college[citation needed], so her family borrowed money so she could enroll at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. On her first day she dressed as her "twin" brother William Cather. While there, she became a regular contributor to the Nebraska State Journal.

She then moved to Pittsburgh, where she taught high school English and worked for Home Monthly, and eventually got a job offer from McClure's Magazine in New York City. The latter publication serialized her first novel, Alexander's Bridge, which was heavily influenced by Henry James.

Cather was born into the Baptist faith but converted to Episcopalianism in 1922, having begun to attend Sunday services in the church as early as 1906.[3]

Cather insisted on being referred to as William from a very early age.[4]


Writing career

Cather moved to New York City in 1906 in order to join the editorial staff of McClure's and later became the managing editor (1908). As a muckraking journalist, she coauthored a powerful and highly critical biography of Mary Baker Eddy, the founder of Christian Science. It was serialized in McClure's in 1907-8 and published as a book the next year. Christian Scientists were outraged and tried to buy every copy; it was reprinted by the University of Nebraska Press in 1993.

She met author Sarah Orne Jewett, who advised Cather to rely less on the influence of James and more on her native Nebraska. For her novels she returned to the prairie for inspiration, and these works became popular and critical successes. She won the Pulitzer Prize in 1923 for One of Ours (1922).

She was celebrated by critics like H.L. Mencken for writing about ordinary people in plainspoken language. When he won the Nobel Prize in Literature, Sinclair Lewis said Cather should have won it instead. However, later critics tended to favor more experimental authors and attacked Cather, a political conservative, for ignoring the actual plight of ordinary people.

In 1973, Willa Cather was honored by the United States Postal Service with her image on a postage stamp. Cather is a member of the Nebraska Hall of Fame. In 1986, she was inducted into the National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame. She was a close companion to opera singer Olive Fremstad.


Personal life

Cather taught English in a Pittsburgh high school from 1901 to 1906. This coincided, in part, with what some claim to be her 12-year lesbian relationship with Isabella McClung. The claim postulates that by concealing her relationships with the women she allegedly loved (including Louise Pound, McClung, and Edith Lewis, the latter of whom was her companion and shared an apartment with her in Greenwich Village for 40 years), Cather also concealed the ways in which these women possibly contributed to and nourished her creative writing abilities. [1]

Cather died in 1947 in New York, in the apartment she shared with Lewis, and is buried in Jaffrey, New Hampshire. At the time of her death, she ordered her personal letters burned.


Trivia

From 1913 to 1927, she lived at No. 5 Bank Street in Greenwich Village, until the apartment was torn down during the construction of the Seventh Avenue subway line.[5]
After reading her cousin G.P. Cather's wartime letters home to his mother, wrote the Pulitzer Prize-winning "One of Ours". He was Nebraska's first officer killed in World War I.
Cather and Pound residence halls at the University of Nebraska (Lincoln) are named after Willa Cather and Louise Pound. [2]

Personal quotes

"Youth is the source of power and creativity."
"That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great."
"There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before."

Bought a cd today at the airport in London (no 1 in the UK charts): The Beatles LOVE.

It's really good, I think. I've never liked the following song (that is the music), but here and today it sounds tremendous:



Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love

There's nothing you can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy

Nothing you can make that can't be made
No one you can save that can't be saved
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time
It's easy

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need

Nothing you can know that isn't known
Nothing you can see that isn't shown
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need

All you need is love (All together, now!)
All you need is love (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Yee-hai! (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)

Yesterday (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Love is all you need (Love is all you need)
Oh yeah! (Love is all you need)
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah (Love is all you need)
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah (Love is all you need)