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Nope, I didn't see "Meet Joe Black", but I read Forrester's PASSAGE TO INDIA. Great novel, incidentally.

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Happy New Year to everyone in our vast audience.

listen to the cork popping !



HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL !
hbg

Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
In the wine (in the wine)
Make me happy (make me happy)
Make me feel fine (make me feel fine)


Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
Make me warm all over
With a feeling that I'm gonna
Love you till the end of time


So here's to the golden moon
And here's to the silver sea
And mostly here's a toast
To you and me


So here's to the ginger lei
I give to you today
And here's a kiss
That will not fade away

Hee, hee, Turtle. I just popped a cork all by myself.

That ain't no way we have the facilities for dealing with a drunk whale or turtle either.

However, I do know a tale or two:

Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo

There was Mermaid Minnie, met her down in Madagaskar
She would kiss me, any time that I would ask her
Then one evening her flame of love blew out
Blow me down and pick me up!
She swapped me for a trout

Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo

There was Typhoon Tessie, met her on the coast of Java
When we kissed I bubbled up like molten lava
Then she gave me the scare of my young
Blow me down and pick me up!
She was the captain's wife

Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo

From location in Raleigh NC Bi-Polar Bear will be starting the festivities here shortly and wishes a Happy 2007 to all of A2K especially the lovely Letty whose wonderful card arrived today for Bi-Polar Jr.

Here's wishing Peace on Earth, good health and prosperity, happiness and lotsa lotsa freaky sex for everyone in 2007 and beyond.

when we were in chile this spring , we visited the santa rita winery near santiago .
i bought three bottles of red at about $2.50 each - i know how to spend money :wink: and a half-bottle of 2001 semillon - late harvest at $3.50 - last of the big time spenders i am .
just opened it and had a drop - not more , i assure you ...
it is like honey and manna from heaven !
wish i would have brought a few more .
we'll take "a sip" and look at the pictures we took later tonight .
thinking of all of you ... wish i could share ... honest :wink:
hbg

Ah, Bear, so glad you got the snail mail for THE boy. <smile>

Heard from my boy today as well.

For Mr. and Mrs. Polar Bear:

In the bright shop window sits the polar bear
Makes the children's eyes light up to see him there
Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile
To see him as you'd see a star
Love him from where you are
He's not for, not for, not for sale
Past an open window walks the pretty girl
Does she see me at her feet it's hard to tell
But if I ask her she might turn her smile away
To see her as I'd see a star
Love her from where you are
She's not for, not for, not for sale
I guess I'll learn to look
Without a grasping hand
Minor contentment wears a smile
I love her from where I lie
He's not for,not for,not for sale
Not for sale

Hey, hbg. Martini and Rossi Asti. Not bad either.

The Lady Diane and meself just watched "Dr Strangelove"
"Gentlemen, you can't fight in here, this is the war-room"

Happy New Year all I hope our new year brings happiness to the whole darn bunch of ya :-D

I'm personally seeking some adventure this year ;-)

Hugs to Letty and all

dys, do you mean that you watched a movie about a bomb and haven't changed the water into wine? Tsk, tsk.

Tell Diane that everyone can sing after a drink or two, whether it be yellow rose or blue champagne.

Montana. You pretty thing. It is so good to see you here, gal, and we don't need no stinkin' coffee and donuts. (maybe in the morning. )

For all of us.


Song: We Are Family


We are family
I got all my sisters(bro's, too) with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

Everyone can see we're together
As we walk on by
And we fly just like birds of a feather
I'm not telling no lie

All of the people around us to say
Can we be that close
Just let me state for the record
We're giving love in a family dose, yeah

CHORUS
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

Living life is fun and we've just begun
To get our share of the world's delights
High hopes we have for the future
And our goal's in sight
No we don't get depressed
Here's what we call our golden rule
Have faith in you and the things you do
You won't go wrong, oh no
This is our family Jewel, yeah

CHORUS
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

Hi sweet Letty. I loved that John Denver song, Matthew. It was so beautiful. Too bad all parents can't be that way. Dys and I were talking about how you can recognize people who were truly loved as children. They have a lovely self-confidence without arrogance and are able to love others more easily than most.

I was just thinking of Papa Was a Rolling Stone. Not the best parent, but the song's ryhtm is contagious, I love it.

Before I go: Happy New Years to all. Hey Letty, how about sharing some of that champagne?

Papa Was a Rolling Stone Lyrics

It was the third of September.
That day I'll always remember, yes I will.
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him.
Never heard nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama just hung her head and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

Well, well.

Hey Mama, is it true what they say,
that Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, some bad talk going around town
saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife.
And that ain't right.
Hey, talk about Papa doing some store front preaching.
Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching.
Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord.

Mama just hung her head and said,
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."
"Hey, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

Uh.

Hey Mama, I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades.
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills.
Hey Mama, folks say that Papa was never much on thinking.
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone. (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."
"Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

"I said, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was ALONE."

Ah, Diane. What a sad song, but one that happens too often, I'm afraid. Sorry about the Asti, gal. I threw the cork in the trash and don't have nary a thing to cover it with. Won't be worth much tomorrow.

Tomorrow when we awken it will be..................

2007

Time for Letty to say goodnight so here is my song for you all

Michael Buble

Dream when you're feeling blue
Dream that's the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You'll find your share of memories there

So, dream when the day is through
Dream and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream

From Letty with love

from the crazy mind of allan sherman

[parody of "Auld Lang Syne"]
I know a man, his name is Lang,
And he has a neon sign.
And Mister Lang is very old,
So they call it Old Lang's Sign.

an irish song of farewell, for this new years eve

The Parting Glass

Oh, all the money e'er I had, I spent it in good company. And
all the harm that ever I've done, alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit to mem'ry now I can't recall; So
fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit awhile. There
is a fair maid in this town, that sorely has my heart beguiled. Her
rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own, she has my heart in thrall; Then
fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.

Oh, all the comrades e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away. And
all the sweethearts e'er I had, they'd wished me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not, I
gently rise and softly call, Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

dj, that parody is funnnneeeee, and the Irish goodnight was very tender. Thanks, Canada.

I do hope that everyone had a great New Year's Eve and feels fairly well and able to compete with the world today.

Looking out my window, I just saw a flock of gulls soar across the heavy sky.

A poem for the morning, and a fond memory:

Long before I knew the Russian
work, that melancholy play,
I found out joy by feeding
gulls bread from the ferry
stern. Crossing Okracoke
Sound they'd gather above us
hover like angels, like harpies
from books, conjurations all
beaks, claws, wings though more
benign. Scraps I'd toss would
arc and bend above the wake,
hold weightless as if appetite,
and greedy eyes were magic
enough to break earth's law
of falling things. Sometimes I'd
grab my pole, break off shrimp
chunks big enough for fish and
thread them on the shiny hook,
caution not to catch on hand,
ear, thigh (or even worse) when
casting line like spiders. Till
one of many morning gulls
caught the bait still descending
to the sea where I'd seen blues
shimmering in schools that day.
It swallowed, faltered, choked,
broke the frantic air with cries,
fell, more Breugel's feathered
boy than bird, more Picasso's
screaming horse than bard, its
bloody tongue an accusation, as if
war or hunger really were a crime.

It's currently 5 degrees F here with 6" snow still on the ground; this is not the Albaturkey I know and love. I don't own a snow shovel.

dys- It is 69 degrees here, and grey and rainy. it is supposed to go to about 73 today.

So will it be blue hair and shuffle board for the new year?

Hey, Phoenix and dys. I see where a Colorado woman is selling snow on eBay. Good grief. Thanks for the weather update.

I suspect that many toes and fingers and noses are blue this morning in the snow covered section of American, so who cares about hair.

L
Song: Hair Lyrics

She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know
It's not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair's too short

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Dana Andrews
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Dana Andrews (January 1, 1909 - December 17, 1992) was an American actor. He was born Carver Dana Andrews on a farm just outside of Collins, Covington County, Mississippi, the third of nine children of Anice and Charles Forrest Andrews, a Baptist minister, his given names being the last names of two of the minister's teachers. The family subsequently moved to Texas, where they settled in Huntsville, where the younger siblings (including actor Steve Forrest) were born.

Dana Andrews attended college there and also studied business administration in Houston, working briefly as an accountant for Gulf & Western.

In 1931, Andrews went to Los Angeles, California seeking opportunities as a singer. He worked at various jobs to earn his living, including pumping gas at a filling station in Van Nuys. One of his employers believed in him and paid for his studies in opera and also at the Pasadena Playhouse, a prestigious theater and acting school. Andrews later signed a contract with Samuel Goldwyn and nine years after arriving in Los Angeles was offered his first movie role in William Wyler's The Westerner (1940), which starred Gary Cooper.

Andrews' role in the 1943 movie adaptation of The Ox-Bow Incident with Henry Fonda is often cited as one of his better early films. He gave finely calibrated performances in Where the Sidewalk Ends (1950), in the film Laura opposite Gene Tierney (1944), and in the Oscar-winning 1946 film The Best Years Of Our Lives. Many thought his performance in the latter film was his best work, deserving of an Academy Award.

By 1950, alcoholism had derailed Andrews' career, and on a couple of occasions nearly cost him his life on the highway. He was forced into supporting roles and character parts in B-movies, albeit good ones (he once said that he'd made more money in real estate than he'd ever made as an actor). In 1972, after four years of sobriety, he became one of the first celebrities to appear in a public service announcement for AA.

In 1963, he was elected president of the Screen Actors Guild.

Andrews married Janet Murray on New Year's Eve, 1932. She died in 1935, not long after the birth of their son, David (a musician and composer who died of a cerebral hemorrhage in 1964). On November 17, 1939, he married actress Mary Todd. They had three children, Katharine (born in 1942), Stephen (born in 1944), and Susan (born in 1948). Despite his success as an actor, the family lived in a relatively modest home in Studio City, California.

In the last years of his life Andrews suffered from Alzheimer's disease, and, in 1992, he died of congestive heart failure and pneumonia.

He was the older brother of actor Steve Forrest.