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Safe journey Dys. Why the badlands? You gonna be bad?

Bob, don't give him ideas!

We will see Shiprock, Monument Valley, Capital Reef, through Arches and Dead Horse Point, on to Grand Junction, down the Uncompahgre Plateau and then head for home. We'll be in some of the most magnificent scenery imaginable.

These trips are soul food for us. We'll post pics when we get back.

BTW, I've loved reading all the posts. As I've said before, this is one of the few threads I read thoroughly, which takes so much time that I sometimes don't have time to post or I feel that I can't add anything to the brilliant posts already there.

Djjd, why not start a thread on obsession with lost love? That is something that interests me because my cousin is still in love with the man who molested her daughter. She divorced him of course, when she found out what he had been doing, but she still, after many years, has feelings for him.
She knows she shouldn't feel like that about him, but her heart doesn't listen. She has not had any contact with him, just memories.
Very strange--she is an extremely down-to-earth woman with a fine sense of morality and a strong ethic.
Anyway, give it some thought. Sorry Letty, for diverging from the delights of your thread. On with the music and comaraderie.

Willie Nelson

On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again

Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

Funny. That's one of the songs I sing. Karaoke. Nice song.

Six Days On The Road
Sawyer Brown

Well I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling down the eastern seaboard
I've got my diesel wound up and she's running like a never before
There's a speed zone ahead but all right, I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I got ten forward gears and a Georgia overdrive
I'm passing little white lines and my eyes are open wide
Just passed a Jimmy and a White, I've been passing everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye
I could have a lot of woman but I'm not like some of the guys
I could find one to hold me me tight,
But I could not make believe it's right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well the ICC is checking on down the line
I'm a little overweight and my log books are way behind
But nothing bothers me tonight, I can dodge all the scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

My rigs a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from her stack and the smoke's rolling black as coal
My home town's coming in sight, if you think I'm happy your right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Six Days On The Road and
I'm gonna make it home tonight

Weird Al Yankovic - Truck Drivin? Song

I?m drivin? a truck
Drivin? a big ol? truck
Pedal to the metal, hope I don?t run out of luck
Rollin? down the highway until the break of dawn
Drivin? a truck with my high heels on

My diesel rig is northward bound
It?s time to put that hammer down
Just watchin? as the miles go flyin? by
I?m ridin? twenty tons of steel
But it?s sure hard to hold the wheel
While I?m waiting for my nails to dry

Oh, I always gotta check my lipstick in that rear view mirror
And my pink angora sweater fits so tight
I?m jammin? gears and haulin? freight
Well, I sure hope my seams are straight
Lord, don?t let my mascara run tonight

Because I?m drivin? a truck
Drivin? a big ol? truck
Smokey?s on my tail and my accelerator?s stuck
Got these eighteen wheels-a-rollin? until the break of dawn
Drivin? a truck with my high heels on

Oh, I don?t mind when my crotchless panties creep right up on me
And my nipple rings don?t bother me too much
But when I hit those big speed bumps
My darling little rhinestone pumps
Keep slippin? off the mother-lovin? clutch

But still I?m drivin? a truck
Drivin? a big ol? truck
Headin? down the interstate, just tryin? to make a buck
Wearin? feather boas with sequins and chiffon
While I?m drivin? a truck with my high heels on

I?m drivin? a truck
Drivin? a truck
Got a load to carry and some eyebrows left to pluck
And I?m late for my appointment down at my hair salon
So I?ll be drivin? a truck with my high heels on

Here's one to go with your's, then I'm off to pack for the big trip. Jeans and more jeans.

Other Songs
Convoy 2000
C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis; parody lyrics by Alan Chafin
MP3 (1.8 MB)
[On the CB]
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You still got your ears on, Pig Pen? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, you got it right. We're gonna do that convoy thing one more time with a whole new mess a' recruits. Yeah, just point that big rig toward Flag Town 'cause we're ready to roll. Yeah, they're callin' this thing "Convoy 2000".

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
With twenty-five years gone by
Since the "Convoy" song had first set sail
And hit a Number One high
Some friends of the Duck decided to go
Drive the route that the song had set
So we found a bunch a' crazy drivers
Usin' e-mail and that Internet

[Chorus]
'Cause we got a little convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!


[On the CB]
Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the Duck. Ain't you delivered them hogs yet? Well, take 'em through the truck wash at the T.A. up ahead. Maybe that'll take the smell down a notch or two.

Well we left on time from Shaky Town,
With Skywalker takin' the lead
And Silversmith drivin' right behind
As ol' Snoopy picked up speed.
On I-one-oh and I-seventeen
We were joined by ninety more trucks
By the time we got inta Gallup town
Well waitin' for us was the Duck!

[Chorus]
'Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a great big convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!


[On the CB]
Ah, Pig Pen you got one a' them Pee-cees in your rig with an uplink to the 'Net? Pig Pen, surf that there 'Net and find out how to de-smell them hogs. That smell'll shut down half the convoy. Mercy sakes.

Through Arizona then New Mexico
The Rubber Duck led the route
Through Texas and that Tulsa Town
Then Missouri state to boot
By the time we got to Illinoise
Well we got a big report
The National Guard was waitin'
Ta give us an armored es-cort
Those choppers, cars, and tanks and Jeeps
Was flankin' ev'ry truck
They'd come to join 'cross their state
Just to honor The Duck
They took us to the Indiana line
Where they called good-bye to us
And there, just waitin' on the other side
Was a chartreuse micra-bus.


[On the CB]
Ah, Rubber Duck to micra-bus; ain't you painted that thing yet? Nice ta see you Friends a' Jesus could join us again. Why don't you just slide in behind this here rig? I feel a lucky streak comin' on, 10-4.

Well, we ended the trip on the Jersey shore
At over ten thousand strong
That Atlantic town just can't compete
When the great Rubber Duck comes along.
Well the Duck called "Break" when his fans had finished
The greatest trip a' their lives
He said "Women and men, we'll do it again.
"In another twenty-five, 10-4"

[Chorus]
'Cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the U-S-A.


Convoy! Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, looks like we made it again.
Convoy! I gotta be headin' back out to Colorado a piece. Give me a shout next time you come
Convoy! through, good buddy. Keep your bits backed and your hard drive
Convoy! hummin'. We'll be lookin' for them bear reports. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side.
Convoy! We catch ya on the flip-flop. 'Bye,'bye.

Warms the cocles of my heart (whatever cockles are).

Billy Rose
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Billy Rose (September 6, 1899-February 10, 1966) was an American theatrical showman.

Born William Samuel Rosenberg in New York City, he began his career as a lyricist, best known writing or cowriting the lyrics to "Me and My Shadow", "Great Day" (with Edward Eliscu), "Does the Spearmint Lose Its Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight" (with Marty Bloom), "I Found a Million Dollar Baby" (with Mort Dixon) and "It's Only a Paper Moon" (with E. Y. Harburg).

Most of his Rose's lyrics credits were collaborations. Biographer Earl Conrad says "Nobody clearly knew what he wrote or didn't write...Publisher tend to credit him with writing the songs known to bear his name as a lyricist...But tales rumble on...that Billy could feed and toss in a remark and monkey around, but that others did most of the writing." Lyricists might have been willing to tolerate a Rose credit grab because Rose was very successful at promoting "his" songs.

He went on to become a Broadway producer, and a theatre/nightclub owner. He produced "Jumbo," starring Jimmy Durante at the New York Hippodrome Theatre. For Fort Worth Frontier Days, he constructed the huge elaborate dinner theatre, "Casa Manana," featuring stripper Sally Rand and the world's largest revolving stage. He presented a show at the Great Lakes Exhibition in Cleveland, Ohio in 1936.

At the 1939 New York World's Fair, "Billy Rose's Aquacade" starred Olympian Eleanor Holm in what the fair program called "a brilliant 'girl' show of spectacular size and content." He married Holm shortly thereafter, divorcing his first wife, comedienne Fanny Brice. Future MGM star Esther Williams and future Tarzan Johnny Weissmuller were both Aquacade stars.

In 1943, he produced Carmen Jones with an all-black cast. An adaptation of George Bizet's opera Carmen, the story was transplanted to World War II America by lyricist and librettist Oscar Hammerstein II. It was an instant hit. The Telegraph called it "far and away the best show in New York," the Times said it was "beautifully done...just call it wonderful" and the Herald Tribune said that Oscar Hammerstein II "must be considered one of the greatest librettists of our day" and that Carmen Jones was "a masterly tour de force." It was made into a motion picture in 1954, for which Dorothy Dandridge received an Academy Award nomination.

Billy Rose founded the Billy Rose Sculpture Garden in Jerusalem.

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


It's Only A Paper Moon



Lyrics:
I never feel a thing is real
When I'm away from you
Out of your embrace
The world's a temporary parking place

Mmm, mm, mm, mm
A bubble for a minute
Mmm, mm, mm, mm
You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it

Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me

Yes, it's only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me

Without your love
It's a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade


It's a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
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Thylacine
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

The last confirmed wild Thylacine sighting was in 1932, and the last captive, named Benjamin, died in the Hobart Zoo on September 6, 1936.


Conservation status: Extinct (1936)

Scientific classification
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Subclass: Marsupialia
Order: Dasyuromorphia
Family: Thylacinidae
C.L. Bonaparte, 1838
Genus: Thylacinus
Temminck, 1827
Species: cynocephalus
Binomial name
Thylacinus cynocephalus
(Harris, 1808)


The Thylacine (Thylacinus cynocephalus), formerly known as the Tasmanian Tiger or the Tasmanian Wolf, was a large carnivorous marsupial native to Australia. Although only one of many Australian mammals to have become extinct following European settlement of the continent, it is the largest and by far the most famous.

Like the tigers and wolves of other continents (both unrelated placental carnivores), the Thylacine was a top-level predator, and in size and general form quite closely resembled the Northern Hemisphere predators it was originally named after.

In late Pleistocene and early Holocene times, the Thylacine was widespread on the mainland. After traders from the islands to the north of the continent introduced the Dingo about five thousand years ago, the Thylacine was unable to compete and the population began to shrink. It is uncertain when the last mainland Thylacine died, but it may not have been until about a thousand years ago.

The Thylacine resembled a large, short-haired dog with a stiff tail, which smoothly extended from the body like that of a kangaroo. It was about 100 to 130 cm long including its tail of about 50 to 65 cm, and had a very large gape. It was a yellowish-brown in colour with sixteen to eighteen dark stripes on its back and rump, hence its common name: "Tasmanian tiger." The Thylacine's pouch opened to the rear of its body and the thylacine spine changes suddenly in structure about halfway along the body.


Extinction


In Tasmania, where there were no dingos, the Thylacine survived until the 1930s before it was wiped out by farmers, government-funded bounty hunters and, in its final years, collectors for overseas museums. final years, collectors for overseas museums. The last confirmed wild Thylacine sighting was in 1932, and the last captive, named Benjamin, died in the Hobart Zoo on September 6, 1936. A short black-and-white film was made of the captive pacing back and forth in its enclosure.

Although there is no reasonable doubt that the Thylacine is extinct, sightings are still occasionally claimed in both Tasmania and other parts of Australia.

In February 2005, a German tourist claimed to have taken digital photographs of a Thylacine, but the authenticity of the photographs has not been established.

In March 2005, Australian news magazine The Bulletin, as part of its 125th anniversary, offered a $1.25 million reward for the safe capture of a live Thylacine. When the offer closed at the end of June 2005 no-one had produced any evidence of the animal's existence. An offer of $1.75 million has subsequently been offered by a Tasmanian tour operator, Stewart Malcolm, but this is also unclaimed.

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

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

It is so delightful to see that dys and his lady will be taking a break from the world and doing a trek into the badlands. We here in our studio will indeed look forward to a pictorial report about their adventures.

Bon voyage, you two.

Wow! our man in Boston has once again provided us with enough background to supply Molly Malone with enough cockles to make her independently wealthy. <smile>

Thanks, Bob, for all the bios accompanied with music to match. Interesting about the Tasmanian wolf. Any relation to a devil by the same name?

edgar started off our two adventurers with a truckin' song, and even though a parody by strange Al, we all enjoyed the humor of it.

What is that saying about "the devil is beating his wife"? Something to do with the weather, I think.

Back later, folks, when I am more alert, with a weather report.

There was a feud between the Pastor and the Choir Director of The
Hicksville
Baptist Church. It seems the first hint of trouble came when the Pastor
preached on dedicating yourselves to service and the Choir Director
chose to
sing:

"I Shall Not Be Moved"

Trying to believe it was a coincidence, the Pastor put the incident
behind
him.

The next Sunday he preached on giving. Afterwards, the choir squirmed as
the
director led them in the hymn:

"Jesus Paid It All"

By this time, the Pastor was losing his temper.

Sunday morning attendance swelled as the tension between the two built.

A large crowd showed up the next week to hear his sermon on the sin of
gossiping. Would you believe the Choir Director selected:

"I Love To Tell The Story"

There was no turning back.

The following Sunday the Pastor told the congregation that unless
something
changed he was considering resignation. The entire church gasped when
the
Choir Director led them in:

"Why Not Tonight."

Truthfully, no one was surprised when the Pastor resigned a week later;
explaining that Jesus had led him there and Jesus was leading him away.

The Choir Director could not resist:

"What A Friend We Have In Jesus."

Good day to all.

I enjoyed the Billy Rose bio, Bob.

I think the first time Kris Kristoffersen appeared on TV was when he and Johnny Cash sang Kris's song, Sunday Morning Comin' Down. Kris credits Johnny for his success.

Today's birthdays:

1656 - Guillaume Dubois, French cardinal and statesman (d. 1723)
1666 - Tsar Ivan V of Russia (d. 1696)
1757 - Marquis de Lafayette, French soldier (d. 1834)
1766 - John Dalton, British chemist and physicist (d. 1844)
1781 - Anton Diabelli, Austrian music publisher and composer (d. 1858)
1795 - Frances Wright, English writer, activist, and lecturer (d. 1852)
1800 - Catharine Beecher, American educator (d. 1878)
1814 - George-Étienne Cartier, Canadian politician, Father of Confederation (d. 1873)
1829 - Marie Zakrzewska, Polish physician (d. 1902)
1857 - Zelia Nuttall, American archeologist and historian (d. 1933)
1859 - Boris Yakovlovic Bukreev, Russian mathematician (d. 1962)
1860 - Jane Addams, American social worker (d. 1935)
1869 - Felix Salten, Austrian author (d. 1945)
1877 - Buddy Bolden, American musician (d. 1930)
1879 - Max Schreck, German actor (d. 1936)
1888 - Joseph P. Kennedy, Sr., American politician (d. 1969)
1890 - Claire Chennault, American pilot (d. 1958)
1892 - Sir Edward Appleton, English physicist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1965)
1899 - Billy Rose, American composer (d. 1966)
1900 - W.A.C. Bennett, Canadian politician (d. 1979)
1904 - Slapsie Maxie Rosenbloom, American boxer (d. 1976)
1911 - Harry Danning, baseball player (d. 2004)
1928 - Robert M. Pirsig, American author
1929 - Yash Johar, Indian film producer
1937 - Jo Anne Worley, American actress
1937 - Sergio Aragonés, Spanish-born illustrator
1937 - Brigid Berlin, American actor and artist
1939 - Susumu Tonegawa, Japanese molecular biologist, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine
1944 - Roger Waters, English musician (Pink Floyd)
1944 - Swoosie Kurtz, American actress
1947 - Jane Curtin, American actress
1958 - Jeff Foxworthy, American comedian, actor, and author
1960 - Michael Winslow, American actor and comedian
1961 - Paul Waaktaar-Savoy, Norwegian guitarist (a-ha)
1964 - Rosie Perez, American actress
1969 - George Palazov, Bulgarian engineer
1970 - Paul Miller, American composer, artist, and author
1971 - Dolores O'Riordan, Irish musician (The Cranberries)
1972 - China Miéville, English writer
1973 - Greg Rusedski, Canadian-born tennis player
1974 - Nina Persson, Swedish musician (The Cardigans))
1974 - Justin Whalin, American actor
1974 - Tim Henman, English tennis player
1979 - Foxy Brown, American rapper
2000 - Breanna Lynn Bartlett-Stewart, first Kleihauer-Betke stillbirth (d. 2000)

Bob, that is just what I wanted to hear this morning. That funny is rather like the two churches that were diametrically opposed. One church said there was no hell and the other said the hell there ain't.

Well, listeners, as Mark Twain once observed, "Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it."

A very strong northeast wind took out the screens in my Florida room, and knocked over the lamp in my den because somebody left a window opened. Palm fronds are all over my front yard. Ironic, no?

Might've been the governor talking.

Hey, Raggedy. You were once again as swift as a swallow with those updates. Thanks, PA. I need to view them more carefully, and examine those photos as well.

good morning. bob's bio of Billy Rose made me wonder if Woody Allen's film Broadway Danny Rose was a tribute of some sort. It seems unlikely, since the fictional Danny Rose specialized in flops, but anyone else with an opinion about it?

and good morning to you, Mr. Turtle. Frankly, I never saw Broadway Danny Rose because I never much cared for Woody Allen; however here's a song for you and Woody:

O Danny Rose, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
For I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Rose, oh Danny Rose, I love you so

But when ye come and all the flow'rs are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Interesting background on the real Danny Boy, listeners. I'll read it later.

and here's the background on Danny Boy, folks:



Danny Boy is one of over 100 songs composed to the same tune. The author was an English lawyer, Frederic Edward Weatherly (1848-1929), who was also a songwriter and radio entertainer. In 1910 he wrote the words and music for an unsuccessful song he called Danny Boy. In 1912 his sister-in-law in America sent him a tune called the Londonderry Air (or possibly something else,) which he had never heard before. He immediately noticed that the melody was perfectly fitted to his Danny Boy lyrics, and published a revised version of the song in 1913. As far as is known, Weatherly never set foot in Ireland.

Back later, all.