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Strawberries, strawberries
Oh they're so fresh and fine
And they're just off the vine
Strawberries, strawberries, strawberries

Here come the honey man
Yes ma'm here's the honey man
Yes ma'm I got honey in my pot
Yes ma'm here's the honey man
Yes ma'm my honey very sweet
Yes ma'm here's the honeyman

I'm talkin' about devil crabs
I'm talkin' about devil crabs
I'm talkin' about the food I sells
Sheathed crabs, devil crabs
I'm talking about the food I sells
I'm talking about yo' pocketbook
I'm talking about devil crabs,
Sheath crabs, devil crabs
I'm talkin' about de food I sells
Sheath crabs, devil crabs
I'm talking about the crabs I sells

Oh they're so fresh and fine
And they're just off the vine
Strawberries, strawberries
Yes they're so fresh and fine
And they're just off the vine
Strawberries, strawberries

edgar, that Cotton Field song made me recall one about the bowl weevil that goes something like:

The first time I seen the bowl weevil,
He was standin' on the square,
The next time I seen the bowl weevil,
He had his family there,
Just lookin for a home,
Just lookin for a home.

Can anyone here remember the rest?

(dj, the entire intent of this mock up radio station was to include as many nations as possible so that we could all learn.)

dj, has made so much possible for us, right listeners?

I tried to get the Tex Ritter version, but settled for Brook Benton.

Let me tell ya a story about a boll weevil
Now, some of you may not know, but a boll weevil is an insect. And he's found
mostly where cotton grows. Now, where he comes from, hm, nobody really knows.
But this is the way the story goes.

The farmer said to the boll weevil "I see you're on the square" Boll weevil said to the
farmer "Say yep! My whole darn family's here" <We gotta have a home, gotta have a home>

The farmer said to the boll weevil "Say, why do you pick my farm?" The weevil just
laughed at the farmer 'n' said "We ain't gonna do ya much harm" <We're looking for a
ho-o-o-o-o,-o-o-o, -o-o-o, o-o-ome"

And the boll weevil spotted a lightning bug. He said "Hey, I'd like to make a trade with
you. But, ya see if I was a lightning bug, I'd search the whole night through"
<Searchin' for a home, I'd have me plenty of home"

And the boll weevil called the farmer, 'n' he said "Ya better sell your old machines,
'cause when I'm through with your cotton, heh, you can't even buy gasoline." <I'm gonna
stake me a home, gotta have a home>

And the boll weevil said to the farmer, said " Farmer, I'd like to wish you well."
Farmer said to the boll weevil, "Yeah, an' I wish that you were in ****" <Lookin' for a
home, lookin' for a home> (Ahh, you have a home all right, you have a home> (A real hot
home, ahhh

FADE

edgar, I declare, that was another version. Brook Benton? I know he did A Rainy Night in Georgia, but it seems to me that he did a humorous version of another song called "That's All it Takes to Make a Hit Record", but I can't find that anywhere.

Should anyone out there in our listening audience know that song, please phone home --oops, I mean please call the radio station.

Here's one of Brook Benton's best-loved songs


It's just a matter of time
words and music: by Brook Benton, Belford Hendricks, Clyde Otis




Someday, some way, you'll realize that you've been blind
Yes, darling, you're going to need me again
It's just a matter of time

Go on, go on, until you reach the end of the line
But I know you'll pass my way again
It's just a matter of time

After I gave you everything I had
You laughed and called me a clown
Remember, in your search for fortune and fame
What goes up must come down

I know, I know that one day you'll wake up and find
That my love was a true love
It's just a matter of time

You know, folks. I never bothered to look at the back ground of a vocalist because I only listened to what I wanted to hear, and the who and the why of it didn't matter. It was the same way with poetry.

This is generally Bob's realm of research, but I became curious sooooo:

Benton

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Brook Benton was a very popular soul singer in the early 60's and sold many, many records for the Mercury label. He had a voice that had a very wide appeal and was also a talented songwriter.

Born Benjamin Franklin Peay in Camden, South Carolina in 1931, he became a gospel singer at a young age. While still a child he worked delivering milk in the morning and joined the Camden Jubilee Singers.

He enjoyed writing songs and in 1948, at age 17, journeyed to New York City to try to sell some of them. With his gospel singing background, it was not long before he drifted in and out of gospel groups such as Bill Langford's Spiritual Singers, the Langfordaires, the Golden Gate Quartet, and the Jerusalem Stars. Brook returned to South Carolina and drove a truck for a while while continuing his music career. He joined an R&B singing group, the Sandmen, and once again went north in search of a big break.

Brook found steady work making hundreds of demo records for such established singers as Nat "King" Cole, Clyde McPhatter, and Roy Hamilton. He co-wrote a number of songs with Clyde Otis. He first recorded under his own name for the Okeh label in 1953. Brook signed as a solo act with Epic and had his first minor hit with A Million Miles From Nowhere on Vik. He went on to Mercury along with Clyde Otis and arranger Belford Hendricks, and it was at Mercury that he would meet with his greatest success.

In 1959 he broke through with two hits, It's Just A Matter Of Time, and Endlessly. The former reached number 3 on the pop charts and the latter number 12, and those were the first of 23 top forty hits that Brook Benton would record, either as a solo or a duet, from 1959 to 1964.

Brook had a certain warmth in his voice that attracted a wide variety of listeners. He sang ballads that led to comparisons between Brook and such established performers as Frank Sinatra, Nat Cole, and Tony Bennett. He had another top ten hit with So Many Ways, then was teamed with another emerging Mercury star, Dinah Washington. In 1960 this duo put two songs in the top ten, Baby [You've Got What It Takes] and A Rockin' Good Way [To Mess Around And Fall In Love]. Dinah was married seven times before she died from an overdose of alcohol and pills in 1963 at age 39.

Brook Benton was a talented songwriter. He had written his first two hits himself, It's Just A Matter Of Time and Endlessly. In addition, some of his other compositions would become top ten pop hits for other artists, including the Diamonds' The Stroll, Nat Cole's Looking Back, and Clyde McPhatter's A Lover's Question.

In the early 60's the hits that he recorded kept coming. These included a string of top ten pop hits such as Kiddio, The Boll Weevil Song, and Hotel Happiness. He was prolific in issuing records that sold, one of which was Shadrack. This record had originally been written in 1931 as Shadrack, Meshack, Abednigo and was based on a story in the Old Testament. The Boll Weevil Song was Brook's only successful novelty song, and his highest charting song ever as it held the number two slot for three weeks in the summer of 1961. It tells the story of a pest to cotton farmers in the South that is constantly "looking for a home."

His string of successful hits began to slow down somewhat in about 1963, although he still managed to reach the top forty with records such as I Got What I Wanted and Two Tickets To Paradise, and Going Going Gone in 1964 for Mercury. The arrival of the Beatles marked a change in taste by the record buying public. Brook began to go from label to label, recording for RCA, Reprise and Cotillion.

He managed to come back with one more top ten song in 1970 on the Cotillion label, Rainy Night In Georgia, which had been written by Tony Jo White [who had a top ten hit of his own the previous year with Polk Salad Annie]. Brook Benton remained popular as a performer, particularly in Great Britain, into the 80's. He died in New York City in 1988 of complications from spinal meningitis.


Thanks, edgar, for that inspiration.

600 pages and not slowing down.

Yall are familiar, I'm sure, with the song "If I Had A Hammer."
('''I'd hammer out justice. I'd hammer out freedom.
I'd hammer out love between...")
We have a powerful politician by the name of Tom DeLay, House Majority Leader, whose nickname is "The Hammer." He has the will and the ability to slam things through his side of Capitol hill, using whatever muscle is necessary.
NPR reported last week that his friends held a tribute to him at which a rewritten version of the tune was sung extolling his power. A few verses accompanied the story.
Thursdays, I think it's Thursdays, is when NPR reads from listeners' mail. And a lot of folks were irritated that a song about seeking inclusiveness could be so shamelessly corrupted.

NPR called Pete Seeger, the now 80-year old co-author of the song, who had an interesting take, which I paraphrase: Music evolves and songs evolve. Religious hymns get changed into bawdy barroom songs and barroom songs get adapted into national anthems. And there cannot be and should not be anyway to stop that. But if they record a version to sell...they are in trouble.

Glad to see you back, John of Virginia. I know that DeLay is quite controversial and to tell you the truth, I try to avoid any politics unless I know what I'm talking about, which is seldom, but I really appreciate that contribution about the evolution of music, because it is spot on.(that phrase I learned from an Irishman)

I recall that Raggedy also cited a celebrity, Armand Hammer, and I had to do a refresher course. If we have discussed this on WA2K radio before, please indulge me:

The late Armband Hammer, of course, was the well-known head of Occidental Petroleum Corporation, one of the nation's ten largest oil companies. Among other things, it owns (or owned--frankly I've lost track) Hooker Chemical Company, onetime proprietor of the notorious Love Canal toxic waste dump. I mention this purely as a matter of idle gossip. There are several versions of how Hammer came by his name. The most widely circulated is that his father, a radical who apparently also had a weakness for weird puns, named him after the arm-and-hammer insignia of the Socialist Labor Party in 1898. Explanation number two, which is perhaps even dumber, is that Armband was indeed named after Arm & Hammer baking soda. Hammer's mother, Mama Rose, described by her son as "a remarkably intuitive individual, a person with an enormous judgment about things," is said to have "had a simple solution for every problem--bicarbonate of soda and a good enema." Given the alternative, I guess Armband should be grateful he was named after the soda. Hammer himself maintained that he was named after Armband Devel, the hero of Alexandre Dumas's La Dame au Camelias, one of his father's favorite plays. But he conceded that his father's socialist leanings may also have been a factor. Whatever the truth of the matter, Hammer once painted an arm-and-hammer emblem on his yacht, giving rise to persistent speculation that he either was (a) the owner of Church & Dwight, makes of A&WY baking soda, or (ba) a Commie. Tired of explaining otherwise, Hammer tried to buy the company, but they didn't want to sell. So in 1986 he settled for the next best thing, a partnership with Church & Dwight that netted Oxy Pete a sizable chunk of CA&DA stock and Hammer a seat on CA&Des board. For a time, then, Armband Hammer was a director and owner (if not THE owner) of Arm & Hammer. Occidental sold the stock shortly after Hammer's death in 1990, apparently figuring a pun was not the best basis for a lasting business relationship. Freaking bean counters, they just have no sense of humor.

--CECIL ADAMS

I am also glad to let our listeners know that Bowman is once again original and not 2.

I like this one.


Selecting A Reader

First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
over my poems, then put the book back
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,
"For that kind of money, I can get
my raincoat cleaned." And she will.

Ted Kooser

Well, C.I. it's good to welcome you back after all that time abroad, and should we need a bit of the Beatles:

(Lennon/McCartney)

Paperback writer

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

Paperback writer

It's a thousand pages, give or take a few
I'll be writing more in a week or two
I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

Paperback writer

Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer (fade out)


PAUL MCCARTNEY - "Paperback Writer" lyrics


Incidentally, listeners and readers, please change Bowman to Booman.

I am a bit weary tonight, please continue.

From Letty with love.

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz
Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work iin clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He could not be in the gallery
And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who's going to be in the gallery
No lies he wouldn't compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don't mean a thing
I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
So he's going to be in the gallery
Mark Knopfler

some songs by the rainmakers

a great, underrated band

Long Gone Long

Older than I used to be, younger than I'm gonna be
Fewer things puzzle me than when I was young
But when my pace is falling slack
I catch myself thinking back
a certain night, a certain summer
Long gone long

August she was swinging low
Town of about a thousand-so
Out of school, ready to get out of here
Off to farm, off to State, each going our separate ways
Graduation message still sweet in our ears

Oh oh oh, clocks are slow
Hearts beat on
Long gone long

Got into a car that night
Drove out past the signal light
Past the city limits, guess it wasn't that far
Stopped out on a rural route
Gooch got out his .22
Shooting at a freight train that was hauling new cars

Drinking underneath the stars
Watching counting meteors
Robert said you know those fell a hundred years ago
The light is just now reaching earth
I said man for what it's worth
I think you are wrong and you really don't know

CHORUS

Is something going on, I tell you nothing's going on
Nothing's going on, going on, going on
Is something going on, I tell you nothing's going on
Nothing's going on, going on

Goodbye to the home team, goodbye to the rinky-dinks
Goodbye to a girl, down my street heading home
She stepped out from behind a tree, tears running down her cheeks
Goodbye to more than either of us could have known


The One That Got Away

Well ever since I've walked I've heard men talk
about the one that got away
I've heard old men call
I've seen young men crawl
For the one that got away
And in their darkest hours
You can hear them say
I'd give all I got
For just one more shot
At the one that got away

I was born on a Tuesday morning'
On a blue wet sunny day
I grew up fast
And I grew up crazy
And I didn't have a lot to say
But I could feel it comin
Closer every day
And I grew older watchin'
Over my shoulder
For the one that got away

My daddy taught me how to work for a livin'
And my mama taught me how to pray
After twenty years of school
I was still a blame fool
Hadn't learned about the world's ways
Lookin' for a rainbow
And a place where I could stay
But more and more
I was lookin' for
The one that got away

Well I did this And I did that
And I guess I did okay
I did whatever I had to do
And I did it in my own way
Whatever hand I drew
Whatever hand I played
From place to place
I come face to face
With the one that got away

Well when I stop
And one day I'll stop
And decide to put it all away
When I total up my winnings
And my losings for the day
Nothing is for certain
Or more certain I will say
In my wildest dreams
There's nothing I've seen
Like the one that got away


Wages Of Sin

I was praying last night when an angel broke the line
She said "I'm gonna have to put you on hold for a time"
I said "Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss"
She said "Sorry sucker (sinner), it's the Boss's day off"
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was two bucks an hour and working weekends

I was ignoring the thief who was lashed to the cross
He cried "Help me get this son-of-a-bitch off"
I said "I would if I could, I can't so I won't
Well I wouldn't want you messing your hair up, so don't"
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was all the lumber you can carry, all the nails you can bend

The wages of sin, the price that you pay
Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
If Heaven is guilt, no sex and no show
Then I'm not sure if I really want to go, Oh

The wages of sin, the reward of fear
Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
The Church and the State, your God and Countrykind
One gets your body, the other gets your mind

Mary, Mary Magdalene, how 'bout a date?
You've been wasting your time staying up so late
Your boyfriend's dead, the word is you're a whore
Just about then I heard a knock on the door
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was a bad reputation and too many friends

The wages of sin (repeats)


Drinkin' On The Job

The farmer he got plowed
The bricklayer got plastered
The mechanic he got tanked
The construction worker got blasted
And Daddy beat up Mommy and broke her collarbone for good luck
Everybody's drunk
Everybody's wasted
Everybody's drinkin' on the job

The garbageman got trashed
The janitor got messy
The taxi driver got smashed
The waitress she got tipsy
In Kansas City, New York City
Great big city, itty-bitty city
Everybody's drunk
Everybody's wasted
Everybody's drinkin' on the job

There's a whole lot of places that I ain't been
A whole lotta things that I ain't seen
A whole lotta things I'll never be
The generation that would change the world
Is still looking for it's car keys

The terorist got bombed
The President got hit
Security was tight
The Secret Service got lit
F.B.I.
C.I.A.
D.W.I.
U.S.A.
Everybody's drunk
Everybody's wasted
Everybody's stoned
And there's nothing that's gonna change it
'Cause everybody's drunk
Everybody's wasted
Everybody's drinkin' on the job


Small Circles

She reached out and twist my hand
And made me dance to some local band
But the beat was slow so there we stand
As we move in small circles

We cut out before the night was through
Start my car and we drove the Loop
Talked about the things we were going through
As we move in small circles
We move in small circles

She said she didn't know the ways of love
I said neither do I, I thought you'd show me some
We dilly-dallied like that for six or eight months
As we move in small circles

A couple of times she stayed with me
And we worked it out on a single sheet
I can hear every painful squeak
As we move in small circles
We move in small circles

Then she grew up and I grew up
And she got tough and I got tough
So much for love, so much for love
As we move in small circles

Now we make money and we're all right
And we drive cars and wield our might
We make love to people that we don't even like
As we move in small circles

And I don't even think about her now
I just said all this to be working my mouth
I wish I cared but I don't know how
As we move in small circles
We move in small circles

Good morning listeners. aggie the Great will be along to fill you in on important birth dates. In the meantime let me tell you of Rosemary Clooney who was all over the charts when I was a kid.

Rosemary Clooney
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Rosemary Clooney (May 23, 1928 - June 29, 2002) was an American popular singer and actress.

She was born in Maysville, Kentucky, about 60 miles up the Ohio River from Cincinnati, Ohio. Her father was an alcoholic and she and her brother and sister were constantly moving back and forth between her parents. Eventually, when Rosemary was 13, she and her sister Betty went to live with their mother and her brother Nick went with their father.

Rosemary, Betty, and brother, Nick, as well as her nephew, George Clooney (Nick's son), all became entertainers. In 1945 the Clooney sisters won a spot on Cincinnati's radio station WLW as singers. Her sister Betty sang in a duo with Rosemary for much of her early career.

Rosemary Clooney's first recordings, in May of 1946 were for Columbia Records as a singer with the big band of Tony Pastor. She continued working with the Pastor band until 1949, making her last recording with the band in May of that year and her first as a solo artist a month later, still for Columbia. In 1951 her record of "Come On-a My House" became a hit, her first of many singles to hit the charts.

In 1954 she, along with Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, and Vera-Ellen, starred in the movie White Christmas.

In 1958, Clooney left Columbia, doing a number of recordings for MGM Records and then some for Coral Records. Finally, toward the end of 1958, she signed with RCA Victor Records, where she stayed until 1963 except for doing some recordings in 1960 for Reprise Records. In 1964 she went to Reprise again, shifting the next year to Dot Records. In 1966 she went to United Artists Records. In 1986 she sang a duet with Wild Man Fischer on "It's a Hard Business".

In 1968, Clooney was present at the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy, with whom she was a close friend. The event traumatized her life for years afterward. She had a nervous breakdown and serious drug problems. Many attribute some of Clooney's extraordinary abilities to her being affected by bipolar disorder, commonly known as manic depression.

Rosemary Clooney had two husbands, José Ferrer (from 1953 until 1961) by whom she had five children, including actor Miguel Ferrer, born in 1955, and Gabriel Ferrer, born 1956, who married Debby Boone, and Dante DePaolo (whom she married in 1997).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosemary_Clooney


ROSEMARY CLOONEY
"Hey There"


(Richard Adler and Jerry Ross)

Lately when I'm in my room all by myself
In the solitary gloom I call to myself

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made a fool of you
You used to be too wise
Hey there, you on that high-flyin' cloud
Though he won't throw a crumb to you
You think some day he'll come to you

Better forget him
Him with his nose in the air
He has you dancin' on a string
Break it and he won't care

Won't you take this advice
I hand you like a mother
Or are you not seein' things too clear
Are you too much in love to hear
Is it all goin' in one ear and out the other

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
(Are you talking to me)
Love never made a fool of you
(Not until now)
You used to be too wise
(Yes, I was once)

Will you take this advice
I hand you like a mother
Or am I not seein' things too clear
Are you just too far gone to hear
Is it all goin' in one ear and out the other

Love Rosie. Especially the song you played, Bob.

Good morning WA2K radio listeners.

dys, thanks for that song that really expresses the true artist who is only recognized after he dies;such a pity, right listeners?

dj, "Drinkin' on the Job" was both funny and sad, but I am sure our audience listened to that song with a wry smile. Thanks, Canada, for all those musical gifts.

Bob, once again you have filled us in on a great vocalist's background and it's really quite sad. If I'm not mistaken, Rosemary made one final album before she died, but I'm not certain. I believe that Homer and Jethro did a parody on "Hey, There", but I'm not certain.

Well folks, it seems that U2 is still going strong after 25 years in the music business, so let's begin the day with one of their songs:



Running to Stand Still



And so she woke up

Woke up from where she was lying still

Said I got to do something about where we're going

Step on a steam train

Step out of the driving rain

Maybe run from the darkness in the night

Singing ha la la la di day

Sweet the sin

Bitter the taste in my mouth

I see seven towers

But I only see one way out

You got to cry without weeping

Talk without speaking

Scream without raising your voice

You know I took the poison from the poison stream

Then I floated out of here

Singing ha la la la di day



She runs through the streets

With her eyes painted red

Under black belly of cloud in the rain

In through a doorway she brings me

White gold and pearls, stolen from the sea

She is raging

She is raging

And the storm blows up in her eyes

She will suffer the needle chill

She is running to stand still.

An interesting twist on Lewis Carroll, no?

Hmmmm. It seems, folks, that "I'm not certain" of quite a few things this morning. Anyone surprised?

For Letty: Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
Voltaire (1694 - 1778)
and from my signature man, "Not to be absolutely certain is, I think, one of the essential things in rationality."
Bertrand Russell, "Am I An Atheist Or An Agnostic?", 1947
English author, mathematician, & philosopher (1872 - 1970)

Great bio on Rosie, Bob.

May 23 Birthdays:

1707 Carolus Linnaeus, botanist and founder of modern taxonomy (Rashult, Sweden; died 1778)
1734 Franz Mesmer, physician who introduced hypnotherapy (Iznang, Swabia, Germany; died 1815)
1810 Margaret Fuller, writer/feminist (Cambridgeport, MA; died 1850)
1882 James Gleason New York NY, writer/actor (Bishop's Wife, Flying Fool) died 1952
1883 Douglas Fairbanks, actor (Denver, CO; died 1939)
1910 Artie Shaw, musician/bandleader (New York, NY)
1912 John Payne Roanoke VA, actor (Restless Gun) , died 1989
1919 Betty Garrett, actress (St. Joseph, MO), "On the Town", "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" and other movie musicals in the 1940s, she played landlady Edna Babish on the TV series "Laverne & Shirley"
1920 Helen O'Connell, singer (Lima, OH; died 1993)
1928 Rosemary Clooney, singer (Maysville, KY)
1931 Barbara Barrie, actress (Chicago, IL)
1933 Joan Collins, actress (London, England)
1936 Charles Kimbrough, actor (St. Paul, MN)
1954 Marvelous Marvin Hagler, champion boxer (Newark, NJ)
1958 Drew Carey, actor/comedian (Cleveland, OH)
1966 Helena Bonham Carter, actress (London, England)
1974 Jewel [Kilcher] St George UT, folk/rock vocalist (Pieces of You)



Didn't we discuss John Payne and Jewel here some time ago? hmm. maybe on another thread. Sure seems familiar.

Good morning, Raggedy. I know most of your celebs, and I believe that we did discuss Jewel and John Payne, but I am uncertain of the connection.

Voltaire: I don't agree with what you say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.

Joan Collins: A woman who will tell you her age will tell you anything.

Thanks, honey, for the updates.

A scary beginning--a happy ending news bit:

35 minutes ago



LAKE WORTH, Fla. - Police won a race against time when an officer searching a landfill found a missing 8-year-old girl buried under rocks in a trash bin, authorities said. The officer who found her hailed her Monday as "a true hero."


The girl had been staying overnight at her godmother's house when she was reported missing early Sunday and an Amber Alert was issued, police said. A teen who had been staying in the home was arrested, and the girl was in good condition at a hospital.

Police Sgt. Mike Hall was scouring the landfill for the child when he looked inside the trash bin and saw a yellow recycling container. When he opened the lid, he saw a foot and a hand and feared for the worst, Hall told ABC's "Good Morning America" on Monday.

He said he summoned a fellow officer "and he shouted out, you know, her finger is moving. And at that point the expression on everybody's face just changed. I mean, it went from a hopeless scene to there's hope there now."

There must have been air pockets that allowed the girl to breathe, Hall said, calling her a "true hero."

"For her to endure what she did and live for more than seven hours in the recycling bin says a lot for her," Hall told ABC.

The girl had been sexually assaulted, authorities said.

Milagro Cunningham, 17, was charged with attempted murder, sexual battery on a child under 12, and false imprisonment of a victim under 13 years old, police said. He was in custody for an initial court appearance scheduled Monday.

The teen initially told investigators that the girl may have been abducted by several men in a station wagon. He also said he followed them but they got away. The teen later confessed and was charged as an adult, authorities said.

Authorities said Cunningham was identified by the girl and had lived at godmother Lisa Taylor's house for about four months.

The girl's mother told The Palm Beach Post: "If I could put my hand around his neck, he would be dead. ... He left my daughter to die."

In the hospital, the girl told Taylor, "I was laying there waiting. I knew you were coming," the South Florida Sun-Sentinel reported.

Authorities said the weight of the rubble would have made it impossible for her to dig her way out, and she was far enough from any homes that no one may have heard if she cried out.

"When a child is abducted and abandoned like this, the critical thing is time," Police Chief William Smith said. "That we found this child alive is a miracle."

The girl spends occasional weekends with Taylor when her mother works.

Cunningham had been sleeping on the living room couch after being thrown out by his aunt, a neighbor, for allegedly stealing from her home. He has a relatively minor criminal record and was on probation for throwing a rock through a car window, authorities said.

Taylor was asleep when the girl vanished. The girl's disappearance was discovered when Taylor's two teenage daughters came home after a night of roller-skating, authorities said.

A half hour later, Cunningham knocked on the door and the sisters found him lying on the ground. His shirt was torn and his clothes were covered with dirt. He told of the girl being taken away in the station wagon.

However, Taylor said, "The story got crisscrossed."

What in the world is wrong in this state, folks?

Snow in Summer
high up on this mountain
the whole world looks so small
and all the rivers
run away
slipping in your deep green heart
i drink you as i swim
and i'm sliding
and i'm sliding with you
slide beneath my skin

sleek and deep
and salty sweet
you open up in me
just like the snow in summer

high up on this mountain
the whole world looks so small
and all the rivers
run away
slipping in your soft white heart
i drink you as i swim
and i'm falling
and i'm falling with you
fall beneath my skin

sleek and deep
and salty sweet
you come
and close in me
just like the snow in summer

just like the snow in summer
as it melts
into the sea

Good Morning!

We're off to school and work and are having breakfast in
the car <hurry> but I'll be listening to your radio station.......

I have to check out Rosemary CLooney, don't know any
songs of her.