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My Ride's Here
Warren Zevon

I was staying at the Marriott
With Jesus and John Wayne
I was waiting for a chariot
They were waiting for a train
The sky was full of carrion
"I'll take the mazuma"
Said Jesus to Marion
"That's the 3:10 to Yuma
My ride's here..."

The Houston sky was changeless
We galloped through bluebonnets
I was wrestling with an angel
You were working on a sonnet
You said, "I believe the seraphim
Will gather up my pinto
And carry us away, Jim
Across the San Jacinto
My ride's here..."

Shelley and Keats were out in the street
And even Lord Byron was leaving for Greece
While back at the Hilton, last but not least
Milton was holding his sides
Saying, "You bravos had better be
ready to fight
Or we'll never get out of East Texas tonight
The trail is long and the river is wide
And my ride's here"

I was staying at the Westin
I was playing to a draw
When in walked Charlton Heston
With the Tablets of the Law
He said, "It's still the Greatest Story"
I said, "Man, I'd like to stay
But I'm bound for glory
I'm on my way
My ride's here..."

Folks, do you believe our dj? That is a plu perfect song if ever--EVER I have heard it, Canada. Jesus and John Wayne at the Marriott?

dj, you ought to send that song to Frank Apisa who is having a birthday today.

Nothing tastes better with bluebonnet on it.

Anyone remember that slogan?

and since we are on a roll, listeners, fill in this blank:

There's a definite difference in _______. Your family will know right away.

and here is the boy's birthday thread:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=57120&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0

Well, folks. It seems our only winner in today's poetry contest is Francis. So for him:

LE FEU ET GLACE
Certains indiquent que le monde finer en feu, certains indiquent en glace. De ce que ge ma goûtaé du daésir denes avec sex qui favorisent LA feu. Maes sail davit périr deux foes, ge pense ge sass quasses de heine dire cel pour la glace de destruction est également grand et suffirait.

And in English:


FIRE AND ICE

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Incidentally, folks. "....earth's where love is...." is a partial line from Frost's "Birches"

And with all of our Burns, we couldn't lure MacTag away from his house cleaning and plane watching.

Well, I didn't see the question but that's a long way from being the whole poem...I suppose you know about Tam O'Shanter, a "blethering, blustering, drunken blellum"- like some others I know.

Some only know "Cutty Sark" as a brand of whisky, or the name of the famous clipper ship at Greenwich. But we know different, don't we.

Heh! Heh! Hey, McTaggers. I know it's not the whooooooooollllleeee poem.
And I do believe that a cutty sark is one of them sailor's middies. and I did NOT look it up. How you be, Mr. Mom?

You know, folks. I'm always getting Skipper Ireson's ride and Tam O Shanter mixed up.

But, Mr. Mac. You didn't know there was a song by the MacBeth's, right? and it is beautiful. I'll send it you ye later.

Ah, that song is on here somewhere; I know it is and it is truly lovely, Tag, but you will have to settle for this one as a consolation prize:


SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE
by
John Greenleaf Whittier



Of all the rides since the birth of time,
Told in story or sung in rhyme -
On Apuleius's Golden Ass,
Or one eyed Calendar's horse of brass,
Witch astride of a human back,
Islam's prophet on Al-Borak -
The strangest ride that ever was sped,
Was Ireson's, out of Marblehead!
Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart,
By the women of Marblehead.

Body of turkey, head of owl,
Wings a-droop like rained-on fowl,
Feathered and ruffled in every part,
Skipper Ireson stood in the cart.
Scores of women, old and young,
Strong of muscle and glib of tongue,
Pushed and pulled up the rocky lane,
Shouting and singing the shrill refrain:
"Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt,
"Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt,
"By the women o' Morble'ead!"

Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips,
Girls in bloom of cheek and lips,
Wild eyed, free limbed, such as chase,
Bacchus round some antique vase,
Brief of skirt, with ankles bare,
Loose of kerchief and loose of hair,
With conch-shells blowing and fish horn's twang,
Over and over the Maenads sang:
"Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt,
"Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt,
"By the women o' Morble'ead!"

Small pity for him - he sailed away,
From a leaking ship in Chaleur Bay -
Sailed away from a sinking wreck,
With his own town's-people on her deck!
"Lay by! Lay by!" they called to him.
Back he answered, "Sink or swim!
Brag of your catch of fish again!"
And off he sailed through the fog and rain!
Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart,
By the women of Marblehead.

Fathoms deep in dark Chaleur,
That wreck shall lie forevermore.
Mother and sister, wife and maid,
Looked from the rocks of Marblehead,
Over the moaning and rainy sea -
Looked for the coming that might not be!
What did the winds and the sea-birds say,
Of the cruel captain who sailed away?
Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart,
By the women of Marblehead.

Through the street, on either side,
Up flew windows, doors swung wide;
Sharp tongued spinsters, old wives gray,
Treble lent the fish-horn's bray.
Sea worn grandsires, cripple-bound,
Hulks of old sailors run aground,
Shook head, and fist, and hat, and cane,
And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain:
"Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt,
"Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt,
"By the women o' Morble'ead!"

Sweetly along the Salem Road,
Bloom of orchard and lilac showed.
Little the wicked skipper knew,
Of the fields so green and the sky so blue.
Riding there in his sorry trim,
Like an Indian idol glum and grim.
Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear,
Of voices shouting, far and near:
"Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt,
"Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt,
"By the women o' Morble'ead!"

"Hear me, neighbours!," at last he cried -
"What to me is this noisy ride?
"What is the shame that clothes the skin,
To the nameless horror that lives within?
"Waking or sleeping, I see a wreck,
"And hear a cry from a reeling deck!
"Hate me and curse me - I only dread,
"The hand of God and the face of the dead!"
Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart,
By the women of Marblehead.

Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea,
Said, "God has touched him! Why should we!"
Said an old wife, mourning her only son,
"Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!"
So with soft relentings and crude excuse,
Half scorn, half pity, they cut him loose,
And gave him a cloak to hide him in,
And left him alone with his shame and sin.
Poor Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart,
By the women of Marblehead.

And here is a song, I am sure you're all familiar with, as it was a very catchy tune back then. I just heard it on the radio and it reminded me of someone very special

I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream
Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread
I think I love you

This morning I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it
And did not go and shout it when you walked into the room
I think I love you

I think I love you so what am I so afraid of
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for
I think I love you isn't that what life is made of
Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way

I don't know what I'm up against
I don't know what it's all about
I got so much to think about

Hey, I think I love you so what am I so afraid of
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for
I think I love you isn't that what life is made of
Though it worries me to say I never felt this way

Believe me you really don't have to worry
I only wanna make you happy and if you say "hey go away" I will
But I think better still I'd better stay around and love you
Do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face
Do you think you love me?

I think I love you
I think I love you
(I think I love you)
I think I love you
(I think I love you)
I think I love you
(I think I love you)
I think I love you
(I think I love you).

ah, listeners, there's another of CJ's telling songs, but she's not telling, folks.

I can hear that melody, CJ, but I can't place the group.

Well, I might as well play a tune of the moon:


I've found the rarest thing in the world
A strange fascinating light
It doesn't shine
But it perfumes like a flower
Growing everywhere and somewhere

Pure treasure
Like a pearl of dew
Innocent diadem
Of a divine crown

Its name is the name of a wind
With an enchanted breath
The flap of an angel's wings
A flower growing everywhere and somewhere

and no, CJ. I'm not telling either. <smile>

Touchè Miss Letty

Remember the Partridge Family? David Cassidy sung this
catchy hit of "I think I love you" . I just cannot get it
out of my mind now.....

Oh, my, CJ. I had forgotten the partridge in their special tree.

An oldie but goodie:



There's a tree in the meadow
With a stream drifting by
And carved upon that tree I see
"I love you till I die"
I will always remember
The love in your eye
The day you carved upon that tree
"I love you till I die"
But further on down lovers' lane
A silhouette I see
I know you're kissing someone else
I wish that it were me
By that tree in the meadow
My thoughts always lie
And wherever you go, you'll always know
I love you till I die

Well, folks. It time for Letty to say goodnight. Shall we let Jackson Browne do it for us?


Between the darkness on the street
And the houses filling up with light
Between the stillness in my heart
And the roar of the approaching night
Somebody's calling after somebody
Somebody turns the corner out of sight
Looking for somebody
Somewhere in the night

Tender is the night
When you hold your baby tight
Tender are the motions, tender is the night

Between a life that we expected
And the way it's always been
I can't walk back in again
After the way we fight
When just outside there are people laughing
Living lives we used to lead
Chasing down the love they need
Somewhere in the night

Tender is the night
And the benediction of the neon light
Tender are the hunters, tender is the night

You're gonna want me tonight
When you're ready to surrender
Forget about who's right
When you're ready to remember
It's another world at night
When you're ready to be tender

Tender, tender tender...

And in the hard light of an angry sun
No one remembers what was said or done
Tender are the words they choose
You win, I win, we lose

Tender
Tender is the night
Tender
The benediction of the neon light
Tender
Tender are the hunters
Tender is the night
When they hold each other tight
Tender
Tender are the undercover
Tender
The stranger and the secret lover
Tender
Tender are the motions
Tender is the night
When you hold your baby tight

Tender, tender tender...

From Letty with love

I be fair to middlin' thank 'ee.

I've never heard of Skipper Ireson's Ride, though.

The cutty sark in question was a garment, a short nightshirt, worn by one of the witches which Tam saw in the churchyard, during his fateful, drunken, midnight ride home.

Tam cried out "..Weel done, Cutty Sark!
And in an instant all was dark.
As bees bizz oot wi' angry fyke..."

Some post photos here, noteably Dys, and I recently learned the trick of it. Well, I hope this works, anyway. Here is a pic of flowers at our back window, taken yesterday while I was waiting for the delayed 'plane arrive:



click on the pic to enlarge it.

Jimmy Dean
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.



Jimmy Dean (born Seth Ward on August 10, 1928 in Plainview, Texas) is an American singer, actor, and businessman.

Ward became a professional entertainer after a stint in the U.S. Air Force in the late 1940s using the stage name, "Jimmy Dean." He became the host of the popular Washington D.C. TV program Town and Country Time and, with his Texas Wildcats, became favorites in the region. Both Patsy Cline and Roy Clark got their starts with Dean, who eventually fired Clark, his lead guitarist, for chronic lateness. He had his first hit, "Bummin' Around," in 1953.

Dean went on to New York in the 1950s where he hosted another TV variety show for CBS and signed with Columbia Records. He became best known for his 1961 song "Big Bad John" that went to No.1 on the Billboard charts. The song won Dean the 1962 Grammy Award for Best Country & Western Recording. He had several more Top 40 songs including a Top 10 in 1962 with "PT 109", a song in honor of PT-109 and John F. Kennedy. In the early 1960s he also hosted the Tonight Show on occasion and one night introduced Roy Clark, with whom he'd remained friendly, to a wider audience, something that helped Clark enhance his career.

His mid-1960s ABC television variety show was one of the first to present country music entertainers with dignity and class, on their terms. Roger Miller, George Jones, Charlie Rich, Buck Owens and others got some of their first network TV exposure on the Dean show, also best remembered for his regular sketches with one of Jim Henson's long running muppet, Rowlf the Dog.

When the show ended, he began to dabble in acting in the late 1960s, with his best-known role being that of millionaire Willard Whyte in the 1971 James Bond movie, Diamonds Are Forever. Dean also performed around the country and around 1969 founded the Jimmy Dean Sausage brand originally called "Pure Pork Sausage."

Despite ups and downs (some revolving around his problems with his partner-brother Don Dean), the Jimmy Dean Sausage company did well, in part due to Dean's own extemporized, good-humored commercials. Its success led to its acquisition by Consolidated Foods, later renamed the Sara Lee Corporation. Over time, Dean remained involved in running the company, though they eventually began phasing him out of any management duties, a traumatic period that took a toll on his health.

In January 2004, Dean said that the company Sara Lee had dropped him as the spokesman for the sausage brand. In the fall of 2004, he released his blunt, straight-talking autobiography, 30 Years of Sausage, 50 Years of Ham. Today, Dean lives in semiretirement with second wife Donna Meade Dean, a former singer who helped him write his book.

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

Big Bad John

-Artist: Jimmy Dean
-the # 14 song of the 1960-1969 rock era
-was # 1 for 5 weeks in 1961
-Words and Music by Jimmy Dean


(Big John, Big John)
Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John.
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John.

Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Loosiana fellow to the Promised Land-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John

Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!"
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
Now there's only one left down there to save-Big John

With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

Now they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
**At the bottom of this mine lies a BIG BIG man** Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

FADE (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

**TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: The 45-single version has this line as "At the bottom of this mine
lies a hell of a man."


Transcribed by Robin Hood

San Francisco Chronicle
APPRECIATION
BOBBY HATFIELD 1942-2003
Powerful soul and inspiration

Joel Selvin, Chronicle Senior Pop Music Critic

Saturday, November 8, 2003


Bobby Hatfield of the Righteous Brothers, who died Wednesday at age 63, was the short, blond half of the '60s singing duo that gave birth to the phrase "blue-eyed soul."

Long before they were discovered by producer Phil Spector and catapulted to the top of the charts on epic Wagnerian pop like "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' " and "Just Once in My Life," the Righteous Brothers had already written their name in the rock 'n' roll history books with tight, smoking nuggets such as "Little Latin Lupe Lu," "My Babe," "Justine" and "Koko Joe."

Although his partner, Bill Medley, with the booming baritone, was the more prominently featured of the two vocalists, Hatfield sang the entire 1965 hit version of "Unchained Melody," successfully reprised in the 1990 movie "Ghost, " without a single note from Medley. Although the song was originally recorded in 1955 by the great jazz vocalist Al Hibbler, rock 'n' roll vocalist Hatfield made the definitive version of the ballad, now considered a standard.

Their call-and-response vocals at the end of the 1965 No. 1 hit "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin,' " a song that was custom-made for the Righteous Brothers by Spector with songwriters Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil, brought the intensity of gospel singing to the pop charts. It remains one of the greatest pop vocal performances ever.

After splitting with Spector and crafting a Spector-like No. 1 hit on their own, "(You're My) Soul and Inspiration," in 1966, the pair went their separate ways in 1968, Medley to a solo career and Hatfield continuing the Righteous Brothers name with a new partner, Jimmy Walker, formerly of the Knickerbockers.

Hatfield made a few unknown solo singles, including a couple of 1972 releases for Warner Bros. Records produced by Richard Perry (Barbra Streisand, Harry Nilsson).

Reunited in 1974 for an appearance on the Sonny and Cher TV show, Hatfield and Medley went on to score a Top Five hit that year with the maudlin "Rock and Roll Heaven."

The Righteous Brothers appeared in many '60s teen movies -- fluff like "A Swingin' Summer" and "Beach Ball" -- and were regular guests on TV's "Shindig. " They brought the feeling of authentic rhythm and blues to the white rock 'n' roll scene at a time when most white singers were squeaky clean and had names like Jimmy, Bobby or Frankie.

Sharply dressed men who hovered next to each other onstage, Medley towering over the shorter Hatfield, they headlined stage shows at the Cow Palace (where Spector first caught their act) and Oakland Coliseum Arena at the height of their career.

Over the past couple of decades, they had settled into a comfortable position as a consistent attraction in Las Vegas, Atlantic City and oldies events like Reno's Hot August Nights. They tore up the show at their induction dinner for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in March at the Waldorf Astoria.

"I'm just thrilled that I'm still around to accept it in person," Hatfield told the crowd after Billy Joel's induction speech. "I really didn't want to have to send a videotaped acceptance speech after I was gone."

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/11/08/DD64877.DTL

Unchained Melody

Righteous Brothers

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time,
Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh, "Wait for me, wait for me"
"I'll be coming home, wait for me!"

<instrumental interlude>

Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me

Leo Fender
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Clarence Leonidas Fender (August 10, 1909 - March 21, 1991) was an American luthier who founded Fender Electric Instrument Manufacturing Company, now known as Fender Musical Instruments Corporation, and later founded G&L Musical Products (G&L Guitars).

Born in Fullerton, California, Fender expressed an interest in electrical engineering at a young age. He built and repaired radios as a hobby while in high school. After graduating from high school in 1928, Fender attended Fullerton Junior College, where he majored in accounting. After working as an accountant for the California Highway Department, Fender started a radio repair business, which he and Clayton "Doc" Kauffman soon expanded into the manufacture of electric steel ("Hawaiian") guitars and amplifiers. After ending business ties with Kauffman, Fender became interested in the idea of a practical, solid-bodied "Spanish-style" electric guitar. In 1950, he and George Fullerton introduced first the Esquire and then the Broadcaster, the first standard electric guitars produced by the Fender Electric Instrument Manufacturing Company. Due to a trademark conflict with another musical instrument company [the Gretsch Broadkaster line of drums], the Broadcaster's name was quickly changed to Telecaster and perhaps the most enduring electric guitar ever was born. In 1951 Fender introduced the Precision Bass, which became the inventor's single most influential instrument. By replacing the unamplified "stand-up" contrabass, the "P-Bass" radically changed both the practice and the sound of pop music. This was followed quickly by the introduction in 1954 of the Stratocaster, whose modernistic styling and musical versatility made it a true cultural icon, easily the most recognizable electric guitar ever made.

Ironically Leo Fender never learned to play guitar himself (although he had played saxophone in high school) but he had close ties to the musicians' community in southern California. Therefore he could approach the electric guitar unrestrained by tradition, and bring his own vision of the instrument to the public. His method of building the guitar's neck and body separately, and then bolting them together (in guitar lingo: bolt-on neck) was far less expensive than the usual set-neck approach, and made his guitars more affordable and easier to repair than the competition's (mainly Gibson). In creating innovative and highly effective designs that could be efficiently manufactured, Leo Fender was to musical instruments in the 1950s & 60's, what Henry Ford was to the automobile in the 1920s & 30's.

Fender's business took off in the 1950s, as musicians adopted his Telecaster and Stratocaster electric guitars and the Precision Bass. He continued to design new guitars and basses such as the Jaguar, the Jazzmaster, and the Jazz Bass into the 1960s. In 1965, in ill health, Fender sold his company to CBS for $13 million.

In the 1970s, Leo Fender made guitars and basses for Music Man. In 1979 he and old friends George Fullerton and Dale Hyatt started a new company called G&L (George & Leo, later Guitars by Leo) Musical Products. Despite suffering several minor strokes, Leo Fender continued to produce guitars and basses, earning many new patents for innovative designs in magnetic pickups, vibrato systems, neck construction, and other areas. He died in 1991 from complications due to Parkinson's disease.

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

Smithsonian Institution
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Congress passed an act establishing the Smithsonian Institution and the act was signed into law on August 10, 1846 by James Polk.




The Smithsonian Institution is a museum complex with most of its facilities in Washington, D.C. It consists of 19 museums and seven research centers, and has 142 million items in its collections.

A monthly magazine published by the Smithsonian Institution is also named Smithsonian.



History

The Smithsonian Institution was founded for the promotion and dissemination of knowledge by a bequest to the United States by James Smithson (1765-1829). In James Smithson's will, he stated that should his nephew, Henry James Hungerford, die without heirs, the Smithson estate would go to the United States of America for establishing an institution "for the increase and diffusion of knowledge among men". After the nephew died without heirs in 1835, President Andrew Jackson informed Congress of the bequest, which amounted to 100,000 gold sovereigns, or $500,000 U.S. dollars ($8,790,303 in current 2004 U.S. dollars after inflation). Eight years later, Congress passed an act establishing the Smithsonian Institution and the act was signed into law on August 10, 1846 by James Polk. The bill was drafted by Indiana Democratic Congressman Robert Dale Owen, a Socialist and son of Robert Owen, the father of the cooperative movement. The Smithsonian Institution is established as a trust administered by a secretary and board of regents. The nominal head of the Institution is the Chancellor, an office which has always been held by the current Chief Justice of the United States. Serving as a member of the board of regents is one of the very few official legal duties of the Vice President of the United States.

The Smithsonian Institution Building on the National Mall has architecture reminiscent of a castle and is known informally as "The Castle". It was built by architect James Renwick, Jr. and completed in 1855. Many of the other buildings are also historical and architectural landmarks.

The Instituation became a magnet for natural scientists from 1857 to 1866, who formed a group called the Megatherium Club.

The asteroid 3773 Smithsonian is named in honor of the Institution.



Smithsonian museums

* Anacostia Museum and Center for African American History and Culture
* Arthur M. Sackler Gallery
* Arts and Industries Building
* Cooper-Hewitt, National Design Museum
* Freer Gallery of Art
* Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden
* National Air and Space Museum
* National Museum of African Art
* National Museum of American History
* National Museum of the American Indian
* National Museum of Natural History
* National Portrait Gallery
* National Postal Museum
* National Zoo (Smithsonian National Zoological Park)
* S. Dillon Ripley Center
* Smithsonian American Art Museum
* Smithsonian Institution Building
* The National Gallery of Art is affiliated with the Smithsonian, but it is run by a seperate charter.
* railroad artifacts exhibit - established 1903



Smithsonian research centers

The following is a list of Smithsonian research centers, with their affiliated museum in parentheses.

* Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory
* Carrie-Bow Marine Field Station (Natural History Museum)
* Center For Earth and Planetary Studies (Air and Space Museum)
* Conservation and Research Center (National Zoo)
* Smithsonian Environmental Research Center
* Marine Station at Fort Pierce (Natural History Museum)
* Migratory Bird Center (National Zoo)
* Smithsonian Tropical Research Institute

Good morning, WA2K listeners and fans.

McTag, your home garnished with those beautiful flowers is breathtaking. Shucks, Brit. I need to learn how to post pictures, I guess. My one splash of color, the hibiscus bush, has been attacked by some wild creature. I think deer must sneak over the intercostal and eat the flowers. grrrrrr.

So, about the cutty sark, Tagger. I was close, right? I must go back and read the entire epistle of Tam O'Shanter. because it is lovely.

Good morning, Bob. As soon as I have my usual "fix", I will be back to read more thoroughly your bios. Isn't Marblehead somewhere in your neck of the woods?

Well, Boston, I learned a new word today:

luthier? And to think that Mister Fender never learned to play guitar is the irony of ironies.

It seems to me that Mel Tillis(the one who only stuttered when he talked) told Jimmy Dean:

" Well, at least I don't have to sell sausage for a living."

Sorry to say, listeners, that I don't know Bobby Hatfield, but I love the expression..."..blue-eyed soul..."

Interesting little news item from the Tatler:



Princess Beatrice, who is fifth in line to the British throne, reveals the following tidbits about her life to Tatler, which sound remarkably like any other 17-year-old's life:
--Everyone calls her Beatrice except her mother, who calls her "Trixie."
--Her favorite television shows are "Desperate Housewives" and "The O.C."
--She is dyslexic.
--She doesn't smoke, drink or take drugs and swears she never will.
--Her parents' divorce brought the family closer. She described her mum and dad as "the best people in the world."
--Beatrice considers her mother to be one of her best friends, while she says her father is "very kind and thoughtful."
--Her grandmother is "the most amazing woman anyone could ever meet." The only difference between her grandmother and yours is that hers is Queen Elizabeth II.
--When it comes to romance, she said, "I have to trust them and have them make me laugh, and everything else is fine."
--"I love being who I am and feel very happy with that," she said, acknowledging that she is "very lucky."

Wishing you all a beautiful day.

August 10 B.D. Celebs:

1267 - James II of Aragon (d. 1327)
1397 - Albert II of Habsburg, emperor of the Holy Roman Empire
1520 - Madeleine de Valois, queen of James V of Scotland (d. 1537)
1645 - Eusebio Kino, Italian Catholic missionary (d. 1711)
1821 - Jay Cooke, financier (d. 1905)
1845 - Abai Kunanbaev, Kazak poet (d. 1904)
1869 - Laurence Binyon, British poet (d. 1943)
1872 - Bill Johnson, jazz musician (d. 1972)
1874 - Herbert Hoover, President of the United States (d. 1964)
1877 - Frank Marshall, chess player (d. 1944)
1878 - Alfred Döblin, German writer (d. 1957)
1880 - Robert L. Thornton, American businessman, philanthropist, and Mayor of Dallas, Texas
1898 - Jack Haley, actor (d. 1979)
1900 - Arthur Espie Porritt, New Zealand politician and athlete
1902 - Norma Shearer, actress (d. 1983)
1902 - Curt Siodmak, science fiction author (d. 2000)
1909 - Leo Fender, American luthier
1912 - Jorge Amado, novelist
1913 - Wolfgang Paul, German physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1993)
1923 - Rhonda Fleming, actress
1928 - Jimmy Dean, singer
1933 - Doyle Brunson, professional poker player
1939 - Kate O'Mara, British actress
1940 - Bobby Hatfield, American singer (Righteous Brothers) (d. 2003)
1943 - Ronnie Spector, singer, lead singer of the Ronettes
1947 - Ian Anderson, musician (Jethro Tull)
1959 - Rosanna Arquette, actress
1960 - Antonio Banderas, actor
1963 - Andrew Sullivan, journalist
1965 - Claudia Christian, actress
1965 - Mike Smith, Hall of Fame jockey
1965 - John Starks, basketball player
1967 - Riddick Bowe, boxer
1967 - Lorraine Pearson, musician (Five Star)
1971 - Justin Theroux, actor
1971 - Roy Keane, Irish footballer
1972 - Angie Harmon, model and actress