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Sorry, folks. That link expired. Funny that. I just read it today. Back to the board, I guess.

She's not feeling so good..

Gene or Paul? Our listeners want to know, edgar. I have not seen The Road to Perdition.

Good evening. I respectfully draw your attention to a new thread that I created called "Get Out Your #2 Pencil." It may not fly but I thought that WA2K might be interested. It's in the Original Writing category. -rjb-

Road to Perdition - Tom Hanks plays a tough guy for Paul Newman. When Hanks' son witness one of the killings, it leads to the boy and his wife getting knocked off. The rest of the film is Hanks' war against Newman and his organization.

Cyracuz, Welcome. I didn't catch that picture. Maybe your camera is out of film.

Well, John of Virginia, Everyone here likes your original stuff. Let me get my wits about me, and I, for one, will be right over.

edgar, thanks for that review. You're as good as that Wizard.

No, it's just out of focus. Long distance photography is not my area of expertise. Anyway, it was a picture of a man-sized statue of liberty lying in a wooden box...

Cyracuz, I can't do the picture thing, either. Everyone has tried to help me and I just can't seem to focus. <smile>

Lady Liberty in a wooden box? UhOh! but I'm not surprised, Norway.

It's not in the box anymore. Now it's overlooking the mines where the copper for the original statue of liberty was taken from. It's just outside of my town..

I had the picture thing down in the testing room. Maybe the url was too long...

BTW, thanks for the song Letty One day I'm going to drift onto your shores on a piece of norwegian wood...

Wow! Cyracuz. Us 'Mericans learn something new every day. The copper was taken from the mines of your way? No way! Sorry, my friend. Just feeling in a punny mood.

How about giving us a bit of background on that. It would be most fascinating. Watch out, though. Francis will take credit for giving Lady Liberty to us.

You be welcome for the song, Norway, and I finally found the article, but I hate to cut and paste such a long piece.


Fri Mar 11, 3:22 PM ET Entertainment - AP


By JILL LAWLESS, Associated Press Writer

LONDON - Paul Newman, the movie legend whose piercing blue eyes have lit up screens for five decades, says he'll give up the activities he once described as his two great passions ?- acting and motor racing.


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"I think both are winding down," Newman told The Associated Press during an interview Friday. "I'll probably race for another year."


Fans need not despair just yet. The iconic star of "The Hustler" and "Cool Hand Luke" says he plans to make one last film ?- "for good luck."


He won't say what it is, but hints that a long-rumored reunion with Robert Redford, his co-star in "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" and "The Sting," may yet happen.


"I hate to talk about anything until the papers are drawn up, but we've been looking for something for 20 years and now we're looking harder," Newman said. "I hope something will come of it."


Newman, whose film career began in 1954 with "The Silver Chalice" ?- a costume drama he quickly disowned ?- has been a motorsports fan since he starred in the 1969 racing film "Winning" and still competes regularly. In January he escaped injury when the car he was testing caught fire following a spin at Daytona International Speedway.


But he plans to give up the thrill of the track to spend more time with his wife of 47 years, Joanne Woodward.


"Joanne is the artistic director of the Westport Country Playhouse (a theater near the couple's Connecticut home) and her duties will stop this year," Newman said. "If my racing stops, the two of us will be together, spend some time just horsing around."


In London to promote a deal between his Newman's Own range of salad dressings and fast-food giant McDonald's, Newman sat Friday in a McDonald's branch on London's busy Oxford Street, surrounded by fast-food executives and a British TV crew.


The actor, who turned 80 in January, moves a little stiffly and strains to hear occasionally. But his clear skin and sparkling eyes are as vivid as ever, and his passion for his business and his charitable work is undimmed.


Newman's salad dressings, pasta sauces and popcorn have raised $175 million for charity since he and friend A.E. Hotchner started the company as a lark in 1980, offering Newman's homemade dressing for sale in a few shops near his Westport, Conn., home.


The company now produces dozens of products. Newman says he still tastes every batch of their products, and all profits go to charity.


The company has supplied McDonald's restaurants in the United States with salad dressing since 2003; a range of low-fat Newman's Own dressings will be available in British, Irish and Danish branches of the chain starting in June.


Regularly voted among the greatest movie stars of all time ?- he ranked No. 1 in a 2001 British survey of screen legends ?- Newman has been nominated nine times for acting Oscars (news - web sites), and won the best actor prize in 1986 for "The Color of Money."


But he says he's proudest of his charity work, especially the summer camps for seriously ill children in the United States, Britain, Ireland Israel, France and southern Africa.


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There's nothing I hate more than dead air on the radio.

Hey, Jealous Lover - Frank Sinatra

[Written by Cahn, Walker and Twomey]

Hey, jealous lover
You're acting so strange
Hey, jealous lover
What is making you change

Hey, jealous lover
How wrong can you be
I'm yours ever faithful
Just be faithful to me

I am just as steady
As that clock on the shelf
Maybe you're accusing me of
What you're doing yourself

Hey, jealous lover
I'm telling you true
I know that you're jealous
But there's no one but you

Could have cheated lots of times
But just couldn't do
I was much to busy baby
Being faithful to you

Hey, jealous lover
I'm telling you true
I know that you're jealous
But there's no one but you

No one for me
Jealous lover but you

Whispering Bells - The Dell-Vikings

Whispering bells
Ooooh, so low
Whispering bells
Love you so
Bring my baby
Oh, my baby back to me
(Baby back to me)

Whispering bells
Loud and clear
Your sweet chimes
Glad to hear
Bring my baby
Oh, my baby back to me
(Baby back to me)

Whispering bells
Ooooh, so low
Whispering bells
Love you so
Bring my baby
Oh, my baby back to me
(Baby back to me)

(Baby gone)
(Baby back to me)

Whispering bells
Loud and clear
Your sweet chimes
Glad to hear
Bring my baby
Oh, my baby back to me

Oh, whispering bells
Oh, whispering bells
Oh, whispering bells

Ah, listeners. Aren't we fortunate to have edgar and his tunes?

Soooooo, the green eyed monster often touches all of us:

O, jealousy

is she fine
so well bred
the perfect girl
a social deb?

is she the sort
you've always thought
could make you
what you're not?

o, jealousy

is she bright
so well read
are there novels
by her bed?

is the sort
you've always said
could satisfy
your head?

o, my jealousy

does she talk
the way I do
is her voice reminding you
of the promises
the little white lies too
sometimes, tell me
while she's touching you
just by mistake
accidentally do you say my name?

Hey, we got green in there. We still Ireland bound.

Laine Frankie
Jealousy

Jealousy, night and day you torture me.
I sometimes wonder if this spell that I'm under,
Can only be a melody for I know no one but me,
Has won your heart but when the music starts:

My peace departs,
From the moment they play that lovely strain
And we surrender to all its charm again.
This jealousy that tortures me is ecstasy, mystery, pain.

We dance to a tango of love.
Your heart beats with mine as we sway.
Your eyes give the answer I'm dreaming of:
That soft word your cruel lips will never say.

Well, I fear that the music will end,
And shatter the spell it may lend.
To make me believe when your eyes just deceive,
It's only a tango you love.

I fear that the music will end,
And shatter the spell it may lend.
To make me believe when your eyes just deceive,
It's only a tango you love.
It's only a tango that you love.

You read my mind, edgar. There's a parody to that one, but I am loathe to post it.

Somebody told me he saw Frankie Laine on a lot in San Francisco, a car dealer. Wonder if it's so?

Wow, edgar. Is the man still with us?

Who wrote My Heart goes Where the Wild Goose goes? Was that the guy on the used car lot who has been living in the fast Laine? <groan>

I don't know if he is alive, I just recall being told the story several years ago.

Well, edgar of the blythe spirit, this one is still in the archives:

Song of the Wild Goose
Lyrics for Album: The Best of Frankie Laine
My heart knows what the wild goose knows,
I must go where the wild goose goes.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?

Tonight I heard the wild goose cry,
Wingin' north in the lonely sky.
Tried to sleep, it weren't no use,
'Cause I am a brother to the old wild goose,

(Oh, my heart knows what the wild goose knows,)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes.)
(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?)
(A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?)

Woman was kind and true to me.
She thinks she loves me, the more fool she.
She's got a love that ain't no use,
To love a brother of the old wild goose.

(My heart knows what the wild goose knows,)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes.)
(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?)
(A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?)
(Oh, you wild goose.)

The cabin is warm and the snow is deep,
I got a woman who lies asleep.
She'll wake at tomorrow's dawn,
She'll find, poor critter, that her man is gone.
(Oh, you wild goose.)

My heart knows what the wild goose knows,
I must go where the wild goose goes.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?
Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly away.

Spring is comin' and the ice will break,
I can't linger for a woman's sake.
She'll see a shadow pass overhead.
She'll find my feathers beside my bed.

(My heart knows what the wild goose knows,)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes.)
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?

(Wild goose, wild goose, wild goose, wild goose.)