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Hey where is everybody?

I'm off to bed now, traa.

Well, hello, McTag. Hmmmm. Why was Dolly called Dolly?

Certainly couldn't be, Hello Dolly, nor Dolly Madison, nor one of those contraptions that heavy stuff is carted around on.

Have to think on that, Brit.

Well, listeners. Feel free to call in your answers.

In the meantime shall we play a child's song:

My Mamma told me,
If I'd be good that
She would buy me a rubber dolly.
But don't you tell her,
I've found a feller,
Or she won't buy me,
A rubber dolly.

Well, my goodness, listeners. Letty drops in and people drop out.

Goodnight, McTag. You are indeed a dear dolly. <smile>

The day is winding down, and we have lived and learned here on WA2K.

Time for an evening song to Europe:




Hands Across The Sea

Come with me
Close your eyes and touch what greets you there
Reaching out
Stretch your hands across the sea
Come with me
Close your eyes and touch what meets you there
Reaching out
Stretch your hands across the sea

Sitting in my room, nothing much to say
I heard you calling a thousand miles away
I did not mean to hurt you, you took me by surprise
There is still a chance if we just close our eyes

Oooooh lady

Come with me
Close your eyes and touch what greets you there
Reaching out
Stretch your hands across the sea
Come with me
Close your eyes and touch what meets you there
Reaching out
Stretch your hands across the sea

I can't explain this feeling
I won't begin to try
There is still a chance if we just close our eyes

It being Pops' birthday, I can't resist this segue:

Hello, Dolly,......this is Louis, Dolly
It's so nice to have you back where you belong
You're lookin' swell, Dolly.......I can tell, Dolly
You're still glowin'...you're still crowin'...you're still goin' strong
I feel the room swayin'......while the band's playin'
One of our old favourite songs from way back when
So..... take her wrap, fellas.......find her an empty lap, fellas
Dolly'll never go away again

(instrumental break)

I feel the room swayin'...while the band's playin'
One of our old favourite songs from way back when
So...golly, gee, fellas....have a little faith in me, fellas
Dolly'll never go away....Dolly, you'll never go away
Dolly'll never go away again

The name "Dolly" came from a suggestion by the stockmen who helped in the process, in honour of Dolly Parton, because the cloned cell was a mammary cell.

SOURCE

Yit, How delightful of you to remember your dad with that song.

Happy birthday to Yit's sire

Tico, Dolly Parton? I love it. Supermammiflurous Dolly.

Let's hear it from the Parton gal:

Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen;
pour myself a cup of ambition,
and yawn, and stretch, and try to come to life.
Jump in the shower, and the blood starts pumping;
out on the street, the traffic starts jumping,
with folks like me on the job from nine to five.

Chorus: 1,3,5.
Nine to five, what a way to make a living;
barely getting by,it's all taking and no giving.
They just use your mind, and (depending on verse) "they never give you" or
"you never get the" credit; it's enough to drive you crazy, if you let it.

Verse 2
They let you dream just to watch them shatter;
You're just a step on the boss man's ladder,
But you've got dreams he'll never take away.
In the same boat with a lot of your friends;
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in,
And the tide's gonna turn, and it's all gonna roll your way.

Chorus: 2
Nine to five, for service and devotion;
you would think that I would deserve a fair promotion;
want to move ahead, but the boss won't seem to let me.
I swear some-times, that man is out to get me.

Chorus: 4,6.
Nine to five, they've got you where they want you;
There's a better life, and you dream about it, don't you?
It's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it;
And you spend your life putting money in his pocket.

thanks, Letty, but I was actually refering to Louis Armstrong. besides Satchmo, he was often called Pops. ;-)

from Wikipedia,

The nickname Satchmo or Satch is short for Satchelmouth (describing his embouchure). Early on he was also known as Dippermouth. These are all references to his large mouth. Friends and fellow musicians usually called him Pops, which is also how Armstrong usually addressed his friends and fellow musicians (except for Pops Foster, whom Armstrong always called "George").

(of course, i was in no way insinuating that i'm a "fellow musician")

Oh, my Gawd, Yit. I wonder how many more gaffs poor Letty will make tonight before someone hooks her off the stage.

Ah, well, listeners:

Blues Traveler - Cracks in The Stone Lyrics


To err is human, to forgive can be most divine
You know I found it hard to take it that way once you broke that
big heart of mine
Magnanimous in nature, mine was a trusting simple way
Until my platitudes were challenged
And he darkened the world that I threw away

Fire breaks through the cracks of a stone
Seems familiar until it heals in time
Into a new world that has grown

I once worshiped a hero and a friend
Until he turned a chilly back on me
I guess there was no other way
In the end for me to really find and really see
How desperate do you feel and how sad
My hero had become
And that there's pain in this world
Everybody gets some.



Fire breaks through the cracks of a stone
Seems familiar until it heals in time
Into a new world that has grown

To err is human, to forgive can be most maligned
You know I found it hard to believe once you broke that big
heart of mine
Magnanimous in nature, mine was a trusting simple way
Until my platitudes were challenged
And he darkened the world that I threw away
Fire breaks through the cracks of a stone
Seems familiar until it heals in time
Into a new world that has??

Fire breaks through the cracks of a stone
Seems familiar until it heals in time
Into a new world that has grown.

That's the closest that I could come to admitting that I erred, listeners.

well, miss Letty, we should all emulate Sen. John Kerry and "stand by all the misstatements" we've made. ;-) (that's a gem courtesy of mysteryman in another thread)

Dolly Parton - Coat of Many Colors

Back through the years
I go wonderin? once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn?t have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin? every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn?t wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn?t understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told ?em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn?t understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me

and now, i've been duped into a misstatement myself. the remarks attributed to Kerry by mysteryman were actually made by Dan Quayle, according to a web page on urban legends

Source: snopes.com

Well, Yit. That's why we call him a man of mystery, :wink:

edgar, That's a sweet song by Dolly. Of course, we all know that it's based on the story of Joseph.

Dan Quale, Yit? What was the cartoon about the senior Bush telling him:

We'll do lunch sometime.

and, folks, as way leads to way:





"Loves Me Like A Rock" Based on the performance by Paul Simon
"Lunch At Five O'Clock!" Parody by Leo Jay
I was eatin' at my desk (eatin' at my desk...)
When the boss, she shrieked my name' (...boss, she shrieked my na-a-ame...)
She said, "Hey you! Lou! (...oooh...)
Food and a drink? Get movin'! (...eatin' at my desk...)
Your report is due at three!" (...'port is due at three-ee-ee...)
I said, "the one that's due next MONTH, you mean...?"
(I tell you, she bugs me... she bugs me...)
She grabbed my sandwich and she shoved me, she said...
"Lunch at 5 o'clock!
Eat Lunch at 5 o'clock!"
That crazy bitch shoved me!
(...she shovedme, shovedme, shovedme, shovedme...)

So I went to Personnel, (...went to Personnel...)
And I spoke to Leo Jay* (...oy vey... Leo Jay-ay-ay...)
He said, "Stay cool, Lou... (...cool...)
Who do you think you're foolin'? (...only Personnel...)
She's the Comp'ny president!" (...she's the one in cha-a-arge...)
So I'm pretty sure no harm was meant...
I told him, "She shoved me, she SHOVED me!
She grabbed my sandwich and she dumped it, she said...
"Lunch at 5 o'clock!
Eat lunch at 5 o'clock!
That lady -- she shoved me..."

So I saw the Labor Board, (...where the folks are bored...)
Cause I planned to make her pay, (...pay, 'til Labor day-ay-ay...)
They said, "Nay. You? Sue? (...Who...?)
Suit's gonna sink... "Unproven!"... (...nay, can't make her pay...)
You're too rich, and white and male - (...prob'ly went to Ya-a-ale...)
If you were old, or poor, or not so pale..."
"I TELL YOU SHE SHOVED ME! SHE SHOVED ME!
Bitch stole my sandwich and she dumped it! She said...
'Lunch at 5 o'clock!'
That nut is off her rocker!
Crazy! She SHOVED ME!"

So I hired me a shark, (...hired me a shark...)
From the town they call 'L.A.' (...where the Lakers play-ay-ay...)
He said "Gay? Sue, Lou!" (...ooh!...)
"Suit up in pink -- she's through, man... (...now, we'll make her pay...)
Bet she settles out of court, (...she's the caving so-o-ort...)
But a jury is our last resort."
He smiled and said, "buddy... just trust me..."
Some kind of legal whiz he must be, I got...
Bucks! And piles of stock!
Just hire Johnny Cochran, baby --
He's something!

(...he's something, something, something, something...)
(...yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)

Well, listeners. It's time to say goodnight.

for all those in our audience who have sweet babes:





SLEEP ON
(Words and music by Hap Palmer)
©Hap-Pal Music, Inc.
The flowers all sleep soundly
Beneath the moon's bright ray
They nod their heads together
And dream the night away
The rustling trees wave to and fro
And murmur soft and low
Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on my little one

The birds sleep in the branches
The horse lies in the hay
The dolphins say goodnight
Floating peacefully on the bay
The bear is snuggled in it's den
The pig sleeps in the pen
Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on my little one

The hens sleep in their house
Roosting quietly in a row
The mice out in the field
Burrow down in the earth below
The monkeys sleep up in a tree
The fish down in the sea
Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on my little one

The baby kangaroo
Snoozes safe in it's mother's pouch
The dog is dozing off
Curled up by the parlor couch
The weary turtle slides inside
it's cozy shell to hide
Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on my little one.

The camels slumber under
A star filled desert sky
The cat lies on the rug
While her kittens sleep nearby
The drowsy cows sleep peacefully
Underneath the tree
Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on my little one.

and please tell those wee bairns.....

That song was from Letty, with love.

JIG-SAW PUZZLE
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep
Tryin' to waste his time
With his methylated sandwich
He's a walking clothesline
And here comes the bishop's daughter
On the other side
She looks a trifle jealous
She's been an outcast all her life

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh the gangster looks so fright'ning
With his luger in his hand
But when he gets home to his children
He's a family man
But when it comes to the nitty-gritty
He can shove in his knife
Yes he really looks quite religious
He's been an outlaw all his life

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh the singer, he looks angry
At being thrown to the lions
And the bass player, he looks nervous
About the girls outside
And the drummer, he's so shattered
Trying to keep on time
And the guitar players look damaged
They've been outcasts all thier lives

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas
Wave their hankies in the air
All burning up their pensions
And shouting, "It's not fair!"
There's a regiment of soldiers
Standing looking on
And the queen is bravely shouting,
"What the hell is going on?"

With a blood-curdling "tally-ho"
She charged into the ranks
And blessed all those grandmas who
With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!"

Me, I'm just waiting so patiently
With my woman on the floor
We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Fly Me to the Moon
(Bart Howard)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you

repeat 2nd verse, then repeat 1st verse


"That's one small step for man... and one giant leap for mankind."




Happy Birthday, Neil Armstrong!

Neil Alden Armstrong
born Aug. 5, 1930, Wapakoneta, Ohio, U.S.


American astronaut, the first man to set foot on the Moon.

Armstrong became a licensed pilot on his 16th birthday and a naval air cadet in 1947. His studies in aeronautical engineering at Purdue University, West Lafayette, Ind., were interrupted in 1950 by the Korean War, in which he was shot down once and was awarded three Air Medals. In 1955 he became a civilian research pilot for the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics (NACA), later the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA). He flew more than 1,100 hours, testing various supersonic fighters as well as the X-15 rocket plane.

In 1962 he joined the space program with the second group of astronauts. On March 16, 1966, Armstrong, as command pilot of Gemini 8, and David R. Scott rendezvoused with an unmanned Agena rocket and completed the first manual space-docking maneuver. After the docking, a rocket-thruster malfunction forced them to separate from the Agena. Armstrong then regained control of the Gemini craft and made an emergency splashdown in the Pacific Ocean.

On July 16, 1969, Armstrong, along with Edwin E. Aldrin, Jr., and Michael Collins, blasted off in the Apollo 11 vehicle toward the Moon. Four days later, at 4:18 PM, U.S. Eastern Daylight Time (EDT), the "Eagle" lunar landing module, guided manually by Armstrong, touched down on a plain near the southwestern edge of the Sea of Tranquillity (Mare Tranquillitatis). At 10:56 PM EDT, July 20, 1969, Armstrong stepped from the "Eagle" onto the Moon's dusty surface with the words, "That's one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind." Armstrong and Aldrin left the module for more than two hours and deployed scientific instruments, collected surface samples, and took numerous photographs.

On July 21, after 21 hours and 36 minutes on the Moon, they lifted off to rendezvous with Collins and begin the voyage back to Earth. After splashdown in the Pacific at 12:51 PM EDT on July 24, the three astronauts spent 18 days in quarantine to guard against possible contamination by lunar microbes. During the days that followed and during a tour of 21 nations, they were hailed for their part in the opening of a new era in mankind's exploration of the universe.

Armstrong resigned from NASA in 1971. From 1971 to 1979 he was professor of aerospace engineering at the University of Cincinnati (Ohio), and from 1979 he was chairman of the board of Cardwell International, Ltd., of Lebanon, Ohio, suppliers of oilfield equipment.

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Guy de Maupassant
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Henri-René-Albert-Guy de Maupassant (IPA: ɡi də mopasɑ̃) (August 5, 1850-July 6, 1893) was a popular 19th century French writer. He is one of the fathers of the modern short story.


Biography

Maupassant was born at the Château de Miromesnil, near Dieppe, France. He became a writer of short stories and novels. His short stories are characterised by their economy of style and the efficient way in which the various threads within them are neatly resolved. Some of his stories would now be considered to be horror fiction.

The Maupassants were an old Lorraine family who had settled in Normandy in the middle of the 18th century. His father had married in 1846 a young lady of the well-to-do bourgeoisie, Laure Le Poittevin. With her brother Alfred, she had been the playmate of Gustave Flaubert, the son of a Rouen surgeon, who was destined to have a directing influence on her son's life. She was a woman of no common literary accomplishments, very fond of the classics, especially Shakespeare. Separated from her husband, she kept her two sons, Guy and his younger brother Hervé.

Until he was thirteen years old Guy lived with his mother at Étretat, in the Villa des Verguies, where between the sea and the luxuriant country, he grew very fond of nature and outdoor sports; he went fishing with the fishermen of the coast and spoke patois with the peasants. He was deeply devoted to his mother. He first entered a seminary at Yvetot, but deliberately managed to have himself expelled. From his early religious education he retained a marked hostility to religion. Then he was sent to the Rouen Lycée, where he proved a good scholar indulging in poetry and taking a prominent part in theatricals.

The Franco-Prussian War broke out soon after his graduation from college in 1870; he enlisted as a volunteer and fought gallantly. After the war, in 1871, he left Normandy and came to Paris where he spent ten years as a clerk in the Navy Department. During these ten tedious years his only recreation was canoeing on the Seine on Sundays and holidays.

Gustave Flaubert took him under his protection and acted as a kind of literary guardian to him, guiding his debut in journalism and literature. At Flaubert's home he met the Russian novelist Ivan Turgenev and Emile Zola, as well as many of the protagonists of the realist and naturalist schools. He wrote considerable verse and short plays.

In 1878 he was transferred to the Ministry of Public Instruction and became a contributing editor of several leading newspapers such as Le Figaro, Gil Blas, Le Gaulois and l'Echo de Paris. He devoted his spare time to writing novels and short stories. In 1880 he published his first masterpiece, "Boule de Suif", which met with an instant and tremendous success. Flaubert characterized it as "a masterpiece that will endure".

The decade from 1880 to 1891 was the most fertile period of Maupassant's life. Made famous by his first short story, he worked methodically and produced two or sometimes four volumes annually. He combined talent and practical business sense, which brought him affluence and wealth.

In 1881 he published his first volume of short stories under the title of La Maison Tellier; it reached its twelfth edition in two years; in 1883 he finished his first novel, Une Vie (translated into English as A Woman's Life), twenty-five thousand copies of which were sold in less than a year. In his novels, he concentrated all his observations scattered in his short stories. His second novel Bel-Ami, which came out in 1885, had thirty-seven printings in four months. His editor, Havard, commissioned him to write new masterpieces and, without the slightest effort, his pen produced works of style, description, conception, and penetration. At this time he wrote what many consider to be his greatest novel, Pierre et Jean.

With a natural aversion for society, he loved retirement, solitude, and meditation. He traveled extensively in Algeria, Italy, England, Brittany, Sicily, Auvergne, and from each voyage he brought back a new volume. He cruised on his private yacht "Bel-Ami", named after his earlier novel. This feverish life did not prevent him from making friends among the literary celebrities of his day: Alexandre Dumas, fils had a paternal affection for him; at Aix-les-Bains he met Taine and fell under the spell of the philosopher-historian.

Flaubert continued to act as his literary godfather. His friendship with the Goncourts was of short duration; his frank and practical nature reacted against the ambience of gossip, scandal, duplicity, and invidious criticism that the two brothers had created around them in the guise of an 18th-century style salon. He hated the human comedy, the social farce.

In his latter years he developed an exaggerated love for solitude, a predilection for self-preservation, and a constant fear of death and mania of persecution, compounded by the syphilis he had contracted in his early days. He was considered insane in 1891 and died two years later, a month short of his 43rd birthday, on July 6, 1893.

Guy de Maupassant is buried in the Cimetière du Montparnasse, Paris.

Significance

Maupassant is one of the fathers of the modern short story. Unlike the more psychologically oriented Turgenev and Chekhov, Maupassant delights in clever plotting, and served as a model for Somerset Maugham and O. Henry in this respect. His stories about real or fake jewels ('The Necklace', 'Les bijoux') are imitated with a twist by Maugham ('Mr Know-All', 'A String of Beads') and Henry James ('Paste'). As a stylish writer with a huge popular appeal he may be compared to Georges Simenon.

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

Herb Brooks
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Herbert Paul Brooks (August 5, 1937 - August 11, 2003) was an American ice hockey coach, best known for coaching the U.S. hockey team to a gold medal at the 1980 Winter Olympics in an event known as the Miracle on Ice.

Born in White Bear Lake, Minnesota, he played on the Johnson High School hockey team that won the state championship in 1955. Brooks later played hockey at the University of Minnesota and was a member of the 1964 and 1968 United States Olympic teams. Later, he coached the Minnesota Golden Gophers hockey team to three NCAA championships (1974, 1976, and 1978). He coached St. Cloud State University in the mid 1980s.

He was coach of the United States hockey team at the 1980 Winter Olympics that won the gold medal. The team, which was composed of college-aged players, defeated Finland in the final match of the medal round after beating the Soviet Union in the previous game. The Soviet Union, which had won four consecutive Olympic titles from 1964 to 1976, was considered the best team at these Olympics, while the U.S. reaching the medal round was already considered a surprise. The victory later became known as the Miracle on Ice.

He was inducted into the United States Hockey Hall of Fame in 1990.

Brooks later coached in the National Hockey League for the New York Rangers, Minnesota North Stars, New Jersey Devils, and Pittsburgh Penguins.

He again coached the U.S. hockey team at the 2002 Winter Olympics, this time winning a silver medal. He also coached France in the 1998 Winter Olympics.

Brooks died in a one-car accident on the afternoon of August 11, 2003 near Forest Lake, MN.

Disney released a film about the 1980 Olympic team in 2004 called Miracle featuring Kurt Russell playing the part of Brooks. Brooks served as a consultant during principal photography, which was completed shortly before his death.

Upon the 25th anniversary of the Miracle on Ice, the Olympic ice arena in Lake Placid, where the United States won their gold medal, was renamed Herb Brooks Arena.

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