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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 05:46 am
Alexandre Dumas, père
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Alexandre Dumas, père, born Dumas Davy de la Pailleterie (July 24, 1802 - December 5, 1870), is best known for his numerous historical novels of high adventure which have made him the most widely read French author in the world. Many of his novels, including The Count of Monte Cristo and the D'Artagnan Romances, were serialized, and he also wrote plays, magazine articles, and was a prolific correspondent. Dumas was a quadroon, and suffered from racism during his lifetime.


Origins and early life

While his grandfather, Marquis Antoine-Alexandre Davy de la Pailleterie, served the government of France as General Commissaire in the Artillery in the colony of Saint Domingue (now Haiti), he married Marie-Céssette Dumas, a black slave. In 1762, she gave birth to his father, Thomas-Alexandre, and died soon thereafter.

When the Marquis and his young mulatto son returned to Normandy, slavery still existed, so the boy suffered as a result of being half black. In 1786, Thomas-Alexandre joined the French army, but to protect the aristocratic family's reputation, he enlisted using his mother's maiden name. Following the Revolution in France, the Marquis lost his estates, but Thomas-Alexandre Dumas distinguished himself as a capable and daring soldier in the revolutionary army, rising through the ranks to become a General by the age of 31.

Thomas-Alexandre married Marie-Louise Elizabeth Labouret and on July 24, 1802 and in Villers-Cotterêts, Aisne, near Paris, France, she gave birth to their son, Alexandre Dumas, who would become France's most commercially successful author. General Dumas died in 1806 when Alexandre was only four, leaving a nearly impoverished mother to raise him under difficult conditions. Although Marie-Louise was unable to provide her son with much in the way of education, it did not hinder young Alexandre's love of books, and he read everything he could get his hands on. Growing up, his mother's stories of his father's brave military deeds during the glory years of Napoleon spawned Alexandre's vivid imagination for adventure and heroes. Although poor, the family still had the father's distinguished reputation and aristocratic connections and after the restoration of the monarchy, twenty-year-old Alexandre Dumas moved to Paris where he obtained employment at the Palais Royal in the office of the powerful duc d'Orléans.


Literary career

While working in Paris, Dumas began to write articles for magazines as well as plays for the theatre. In 1829 his first solo play, Henry III and his Court, was produced, meeting with great public acclaim. The following year his second play, Christine, proved equally popular and as a result, he was financially able to work full time at writing. However, in 1830, he participated in the revolution that ousted King Charles X and replaced him on the throne with Dumas' former employer, the duc d'Orléans, who would rule as Louis-Philippe, the Citizen King.

Until the mid 1830s, life in France remained unsettled with sporadic riots by disgruntled Republicans and impoverished urban workers seeking change. As life slowly returned to normal, the nation began to industrialize and with an improving economy combined with the end of press censorship, the times turned out to be very rewarding for the skills of Alexandre Dumas.

After writing more successful plays, he turned his efforts to novels. Although attracted to an extravagant lifestyle, and always spending more than he earned, Dumas proved to be a very astute business marketer. With high demand from newspapers for serial novels, in 1838, he simply rewrote one of his plays to create his first serial novel. Titled "Le Capitaine Paul," it led to his forming a production studio that turned out hundreds of stories, all subject to his personal input and direction.

In 1840, he married an actress, Ida Ferrier, but continued with his numerous liaisons with other women, fathering at least three illegitimate children. One of those children, a son named after him, would follow in his footsteps, also becoming a successful novelist and playwright. Because of their same name and occupation, to distinguish them, one is referred to as Alexandre Dumas père, (French for father) the other as Alexandre Dumas, fils (French for son).

Alexandre Dumas, père, wrote stories and historical chronicles of high adventure that captured the imagination of the French public who eagerly waited to purchase the continuing sagas. A few of these works are:

* the D'Artagnan Romances:
o The Three Musketeers (Les Trois Mousqetaires, 1844)
o Twenty Years After (Vingt Ans Après, 1845)
o The Vicomte de Bragelonne (Le Vicomte de Bragelonne, ou Dix ans plus tard, 1847) -- when published in English it was usually split into three parts "the Vicomte de Bragelonne", "Louise de la Valliere" and "The Man in the Iron Mask" , of which the last part is the most known.
* The Count of Monte Cristo (1845-1846)
* The Regent's Daughter (1845)
* The Two Dianas (1846)
* the Valois romances
o Queen Margot (1845)
o La Dame de Monsoreau (1846)
o The Forty-Five Guardsmen (1847)
* the Marie Antoinette romances:
o Joseph Balsamo (1846-1848) (aka "Memoirs of a physician", "Cagliostro", "Madame Dubarry", "The Countess Dubarry", or "The Elixir of Life")
o The Queen's Necklace (1849-1850)
o Ange Pitou (1853) (aka "Storming the Bastille", or "Six Years Later")
o The Countess de Charny (1853-1855) (aka "Andrée de Taverney", or "The Mesmerist's Victim")
o The Knight of the Red House (1845)
* The Black Tulip (1850)
* The Nutcracker (1844) -- a revision of Hoffmann's story, later adapted by Tchaikovsky as a ballet
* The Gold Thieves (after 1857) -- a play that was lost, and rediscovered by the Canadian Reginald Hamel researcher in the Bibliothèque nationale de France in 2004
* The Knight of Sainte-Hermine (Le Chevalier de Sainte-Hermine, 1869) -- the novel was his last major work and was lost until its rediscovery by Claude Schopp was announced in 2005

His writing earned him a great deal of money, but Dumas was frequently broke and in debt as a result of spending lavishly on countless women and high living. A soft touch, the huge and costly château he built was constantly filled with strangers who took advantage of his generosity. With King Louis-Philippe ousted in another revolt, he was not looked upon as favorably by the newly elected President, Charles Louis Napoleon Bonaparte and in 1851 Dumas finally had to flee to Brussels, Belgium to escape his creditors. From there he traveled to Russia where French was the second language and his writings were also enormously popular.

Dumas spent two years in Russia before moving on to seek adventure and fodder for more stories. In March of 1861, the kingdom of Italy was proclaimed, with Victor Emmanuel II as its king. For the next three years, Alexandre Dumas would be involved in the fight for a united Italy, returning to Paris in 1864.

Despite Alexandre Dumas' success and aristocratic connections, his being of mixed-blood would affect him all his life. In 1843, he wrote a short novel, Georges, that addressed some of the issues of race and the effects of colonialism. Nevertheless, racist attitudes impacted his rightful position in France's history long after his death on December 5, 1870.

In June 2005, Dumas' recently-discovered last novel The Knight of Sainte-Hermine went on sale in France. Within the story, Dumas describes the Battle of Trafalgar in which the death of Lord Nelson is explained. The novel was being published serially and was almost complete by the time of his death. A final two-and-a-half chapters was written by modern-day Dumas scholar Claude Schopp.


Posthumous recognition

Buried in the place where he had been born, Alexandre Dumas remained in the cemetery at Villers-Cotterêts until November 30, 2002. Under orders of the French President, Jacques Chirac, his body was exhumed and in a televised ceremony, his new coffin, draped in a blue-velvet cloth and flanked by four men costumed as the Musketeers: Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan, was transported in a solemn procession to the Panthéon of Paris, the great mausoleum where French luminaries are interred.

In his speech, President Chirac said: "With you, we were D'Artagnan, Monte Cristo or Balsamo, riding along the roads of France, touring battlefields, visiting palaces and castles -- with you, we dream." In an interview following the ceremony, President Chirac acknowledged the racism that had existed, saying that a wrong had now been righted with Alexandre Dumas enshrined alongside fellow authors Victor Hugo and Voltaire.

The honor recognized that although France has produced many great writers, none have been as widely read as Alexandre Dumas. His stories have been translated into almost a hundred languages, and has inspired more than 200 motion pictures.

Alexandre Dumas' home outside of Paris, the Château Monte Cristo, has been restored and is open to the public.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandre_Dumas
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 06:11 am
Rain
Beatles

If the rain comes they run and hide their heads.
They might as well be dead,
If the rain comes, if the rain comes.

When the sun shines they slip into the shade,
And sip their lemonade,
When the sun shines, when the sun shines.

Ra-ain, I don't mind,
Shi-ine, the weather's fine.

I can show you that when it starts to rain,
(when the rain comes down)
Everything's the same,
(when the rain comes down)
I can show you, I can show you.

Ra-ain, I don't mind,
Shi-ine, the weather's fine.

Can you hear me that when it rains and shines,
(when it rains and shines)
It's just a state of mind,
(when it rains and shines)
Can you hear me, can you hear me

(BACKWARDS:)
If the rain comes they run and hide their heads
(BACWARDS DURING FADEOUT:)
When the sun shines - rai-ain.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 06:12 am
Good morning, Bob. That was a very thorough bio of Dumas. I had forgotten than he was of mixed heritage. Your background reading gave me the impetus that I needed to re read "A Piece of String" by Guy De Maupassant. What a powerful short story, listeners, and what a tragic misconception that still lingers in our global society today. I was reminded of that tale when I read about the man who was shot in London and who had no connection at all to the bombings.

Hey, Boston. You never did tell us about your karaoke experience. Our WA2K listeners are always interested in your performances.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 06:28 am
Good Day to All:

Thanks for the interesting Dumas bio, Bob.

A long list of Birthday Celebs today:

1660 - Charles Talbot, 1st Duke of Shrewsbury, English politician (d. 1718)
1725 - John Newton cleric and hymnist (d. 1807)
1783 - Simón Bolívar, South American liberator (d. 1830)
1786 - Joseph Nicollet, mathematician and explorer (d. 1843)
1802 - Alexandre Dumas père, French writer (d. 1870)
1803 - Adolphe Charles Adam, French composer (d. 1956)
1853 - William Gillette, actor and author (d. 1937) He played starring parts in most of his own plays, and was the original stage Sherlock Holmes. He made one film in 1916, aged 63, and became the first man to appear as Sherlock Holmes on radio in 1930. He later read extracts of the play on radio for CBS in 1935.
1860 - Alfons Mucha, artist (d. 1939)
1864 - Frank Wedekind, German writer (d. 1918)
1878 - Lord Dunsany, writer (d. 1957)
1880 - Ernest Bloch, Swiss composer (d. 1959)
1895 - Robert Graves, English author (d. 1985) (I, Claudius)1896 - Hermann Kasack, writer (d. 1966)
1898 - Amelia Earhart, American aviator (d. 1937 (disappeared))
1899 - Chief Dan George, Native American actor (d. 1981)
1908 - Cootie Williams, trumpeter (d. 1985)
1914 - Edwin Mirvish, retailer and impresario
1916 - John D. MacDonald, novelist, (d. 1986)
1917 - Robert Farnon, conductor, composer and arranger
1918 - Ruggiero Ricci, American violinist
1926 - Hans Günter Winkler, equestrian jumper
1929 - Oriana Fallaci, Italian journalist and author
1931 - Ermanno Olmi, Italian director
1933 - Doug Sanders, golfer
1934 - Rudy Collins, drummer (Dizzy Gillespie Quintet)
1935 - Pat Oliphant, political cartoonist
1936 - Ruth Buzzi, comedienne( Golden Globe Best Performer in a Comedy Series, Laugh-In 1970, the little old lady with a purse; Ruthie on Sesame Street)
1940 - Stanley Hauerwas, Christian theologian
1942 - Chris Sarandon, actor (divorced actress Susan Sarandon who retained her married name after their divorce) (The Princess Bride, Robin Hood, Men in Tights, Dog Day Afternoon)
1945 - Azim Premji, businessman
1947 - Robert Hays, actor (Airplane, Ted Striker)
1947 - Peter Serkin, American pianist
1949 - Michael Richards, comedian (Kramer on Seinfeld)
1951 - Lynda Carter, actress (Wonder Woman)
1951 - Chris Smith, British politician
1952 - Gus Van Sant, film director (He dedicated both his 1993 film Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1993) and his 1997 novel "Pink" to the late actor River Phoenix.) Good Will Hunting
1957 - Pam Tillis, country music singer
1963 - Karl Malone, basketball player
1964 - Barry Bonds, Major League Baseball player
1965 - Kadeem Hardison, actor
1968 - Laura Leighton, actress (TV, Beverly Hills, 90210)
1968 - Kristin Chenoweth, musical actress (Tony for her performance in You're a Good Man Charlie Brown; Wicked)1969 - Rick Fox, basketball player
1970 - Jennifer Lopez, actress, singer
1981 - Gauge, actress (Porno)
1981 - Summer Glau, American actress
1982 - Anna Paquin, actress (Oscar for The Piano (1993), Fly Away Home)

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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 06:49 am
Hey, dj. Missed your rain song. Perhaps that will help end the heat wave. <smile>

Thanks again, dear Raggedy, for your celebs update. Having a little trouble with my equipment, but I will be back later to check out that long list.
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Francis
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 06:59 am
Oriana Fallaci - I loved her book "Un Uomo", but not the way she became intolerant.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 07:32 am
Good afternoon, Francis. Did a quick check on Oriana Fallaci, but since I have never read the book that you mentioned, I cannot comment. I understand why she was quite controversial, however.

Since this is Sunday, I think it might be a good opportunity to re visit John Newton's famous hymn:


Amazing Grace Lyrics


"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.



T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.



Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.



The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.



When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.



"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see. (end)

I once asked McTag why the only thing one ever heard played on the bagpipes was that hymn. <smile>

If I recall correctly, Newton wrote that hymn as a result of being transformed and redeemed by his status as slaver.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 07:33 am
from cnn

Massive dust cloud heads to U.S.

Saturday, July 23, 2005; Posted: 7:26 p.m. EDT (23:26 GMT)

MIAMI, Florida (AP) -- An enormous, hazy cloud of dust from the Sahara Desert is blowing toward the southern United States, but meteorologists do not expect much effect beyond colorful sunsets.

The leading edge of the cloud -- nearly the size of the continental United States -- should move across Florida sometime from Monday through Wednesday.

"This is not going to be a tremendous event, but it will be kind of interesting," said Jim Lushine, a severe weather expert with the National Weather Service in Miami.

He said the dust could make sunrises and sunsets spectacular.

It might not have much effect on the rest of the country, said Scott Kelly, a meteorologist with the weather service in Melbourne.

"Maybe south Texas or Mexico if that dust cloud keeps moving westward, but nothing north of Florida, unless a weather system can dive southward and pull that air northward," he said.

Such dust clouds are not uncommon, especially at this time of year. They start when weather patterns called tropical waves pick up dust from the desert in North Africa, carry it a couple of miles into the atmosphere and drift westward.

If the dust is concentrated enough, it could create some problems for people with respiratory problems, said Ken Larson, a natural resource specialist with the Broward County Environmental Protection Department.

"If somebody is subject to a respiratory condition, if they see hazy skies, they might want to take a little more precaution, not participate in strenuous activity and stay indoors," Larson said.


Dust in the Wind
Kansas

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, IN curiosity
Dust in the wind, all THEY are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind

Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, Everything is dust in the wind
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 07:52 am
My word, dj. Thank you for that news item. Sirocco wind, I suppose, listeners. I do hope that those who have problems with breathing are apprised of the situation.

Everyone was captivated by that song, dj. Yes, I suppose that pretty well sums up man--dust in the wind--ashes to ashes; dust to dust.

Wow! let's do something upbeat. How about an alternate bagpipe song:





The Campbells Are Coming
Chorus
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochleven
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay
Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay
I looked down to bonnie Lochleven
And saw three bonnie perches play.

Chorus

Great Argyle he goes before
He maks his cannons and guns to roar
Wi' sound o trumpet, pipe and drum
The Campbells are comin Oho, Oho!

Chorus

The Campbells they are a'in arms
Their loyal faith and truth to show
Wi' banners rattling in the wind
The Campbells are comin Oho, Oho!

Back later, folks, with a bit of history on the bagpipes.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 07:59 am
Good morning Letty. Friday evening greeted with much enthusiasm became a horror show. At the appointed hour I showed up at the Beachfront in Hull, Ma. My pal Sean took me aside to say he had been there since 7:00 and was wiped out by the humidity. He was going to play a few songs and go home. Undeterred I left to got to the Ocean Kai in Hingham (the next town over). Upon entering I recognized the dj who only played music (no karaoke). So I left for Hanover (not too far away). An intense thunderstorm hit with a lightning display that rivalled anything I'd ever seen. The claps of thunder on both sides of the road were deafening. The wipers couldn't keep up with the waterfall descending on the windshield. I reluctantly reversed direction and returned home. Three strikes and you're out.

On to Saturday. Weather was fine and I headed off to Medway where my niece Liz is in charge of the karaoke. I mixed in my new songs with old ones all of which were warmly received. Songs I'd never done before included Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World, The Beatle's Yesterday, Neil Diamond's Hello Again, Ray Price's For the Good Times and Bob Dylan's Lay Lady Lay. My last song of the evening was Neil Diamond's Sweet Caroline. The raucous crowd loved it. Three women hooping and hollering hit the dance floor. One in particular had some very athletic and comedic touches. All of sudden she was down on all fours crawling between my legs. Still singing I widened my stance to give her an easier avenue. When she was halfway through I sat on her. The audience went bananas. She emerged laughing her head off and wrapped her arms around me. The song concluded and I gave her a kiss to an enthusiastic applause.

Go figure. From bummer to beatific in two nights. It's a puzzlement.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 08:16 am
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 08:22 am
I declare, Bob. That was a great anecdote. You really ought to write a book and call it Karaoke Kinkies or The Night I sat on a Woman and Found God. Laughing Don't you love it, listeners?

Here's the perfect song for our Bob Hawk:

I was talkin to the whippoorwill
He says you got a thrilling trill
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talkin to the mocking bird
He says you are the best he's heard,
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?

Even the owl-says you're no foul
Singin those lullaby notes,
You're not a bring-down,
You really swing down
Gimme those high notes

There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
Everyone's sayin you're really suave.
Take it, Mr. B.
Count on us; count on me.
Bobhawk, we're gonna shake it up tonight!

How's that, folks!
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 08:43 am
Thank you, Letty. I caught up to her later to thank her for the impromptu performance adding that she was a real crowd pleaser. She responded that it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been inspired by the singer. That was sweet of her and earned her an additional hug and kiss thoroughly enjoyed by both of us.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 08:46 am
I grew up loving Jo Stafford. You don't hear about her anymore. Her biggest hit was this:

You Belong to Me

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle
Just remember, darling, all the while
You belong to me.

See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
But remember when a dream appears
You belong to me.

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too---and blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 08:55 am
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 09:05 am
Wow, Bob. Missed that survivor bit. Water from moss? Shocked Amazing, folks. Well, in spite of the lightning, sleet, and dark of night, you managed to keep your appointed task.

(aside to Bob. I sorta fudged on those lyrics a bit.)

edgar, I will say that I know the parody to You Belong to Me:

Send me paw paws in a paper poke,
Send me money, honey, when I'm broke.
Make your will out to me when you croak.
You belong to me.

Eat some garlic and I'll love you still,
Cause I love you and I always will,
That's why they invented chlorophyll. (I like Dr. Phil better)
You belong to me.

She rolled her big blue eyeballs at me,
I picked em up and rolled em back.

I hate the day I crossed the pyramids,
That's the day my heart went on the skids,
Now I've got a wife and fourteen kids,
They belong to me. (and some are his'ns)
They belong to me.

Fantastic! by Homer and Jethro.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 09:18 am
Good grief, listeners. Missed the maggot item. Sorta glad I did, though <smile> Thanks again, Bob. Hey, if it works; it's worth it.

A sports update:





Lance Armstrong wins seventh consecutive and last Tour de France

By JOHN LEICESTER, Associated Press Writer
July 24, 2005

AP - Jul 24, 10:36 am EDT



PARIS (AP) -- Lance Armstrong closed out his amazing career with a seventh consecutive Tour de France victory Sunday -- and did it a little earlier than expected.

Because of wet conditions, race organizers stopped the clock as Armstrong and the main pack entered Paris. Although riders were still racing, with eight laps of the Champs-Elysees to complete, organizers said that Armstrong had officially won.

The stage started as it has done for the past six years -- with Armstrong celebrating and wearing the race leader's yellow jersey.

One hand on his handlebars, the other holding a flute of champagne, Armstrong toasted his teammates as he pedaled into Paris to collect his crown. He held up seven fingers -- one for each win -- and a piece of paper with the number 7 on it.

But Armstrong's last ride as a professional -- the closing 89.8-mile 21st stage into Paris from Corbeil-Essonnes south of the capital -- was not without incident in the rain.

Three of his teammates slipped and crashed coming around a bend just before they crossed the River Seine. Armstrong, right behind them, braked and skidded into the fallen riders.

Armstrong used his right foot to steady himself, and was able to stay on the bike.

His teammates, wearing special shirts with a band of yellow on right shoulder, recovered and led him up the Champs-Elysees at the front of the pack.

Organizers then announced that they had stopped the clock because of the slippery conditions.

Hey, Francis. Were you there?
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Francis
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 09:39 am
No, Miss Letty, I was not there but I'm waiting for some German friends who came specially to see the arriving of Le Tour in Paris. We are going to have a drink before they depart to Germany.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 09:46 am
Sounds wonderful, Francis. Raise a glass to Lance for me. <smile>
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jul, 2005 09:54 am
Bicycle Race - Queen

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black I say white
You say bark I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars
You say Rolls I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my -
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls
They'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks, get set, go!
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want a bicycle race

Hey
You say coke I say caine
You say John I say Wayne
Hot dog I say cool it man
I don't wanna be the President of America
You say smile I say cheese
Cartier I say please
Income tax I say Jesus
I don't want to be a candidate for
Vietnam or Watergate
'Cos all I wanna do is

Bicycle (yeah) bicycle (eh) bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle (c'mon) bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
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