Category Archives: nostalgia

Great Green Gumballs

Squirrel nature photographer

I ran across this gizmo/gadget online at the Utney Reader site.

I think this is brilliant. It’s for erasing urban blight. It’s for creating green where before there was only brown, gray and dead spaces.

It’s seed bombs dispensed out of old gumball machines.

Where once there were super-bouncy balls and “diamond” rings, now flowers and blooming things are available.

Toss a few and watch them grow.

Superhero

Super Squirrel Queen

Halloween offers adults a chance to pretend they’re something or someone they’re not. Unless you’re in a local theater group or participate in live-action role-playing games or make $$$$ as a magician or work at Disney World, you’re not likely to don a costume on the average day.

Halloween is that one night a year you’re allowed to be Superman or Wonder Woman.

Little kids don’t know how great they have it. They can be a superhero just about any day. Drape a bath towel over their shoulders and suddenly they have the ability to fly. Put on a glove and they can shoot webs from the palms of their hands. Don a cowboy hat and they’re Woody. The trappings don’t have to be fancy. The imagination takes care of the rest. Sidekicks can be invisible or stuffed. Any day, every day.

And they save the world every time.

For those of you recalling those days with rough terry cloth held neath your chin by your sibling’s diaper pin, this site is for you.

Growing up Heroes shows us all those pics – old and new – of youth in all its super glory.

Saying so long to the King and the Boss

Squirrel_spinning_basketbalIt’s been a busy seven days in the sports world.
Spain has been crowned the new top dog in soccer. Major League Baseball held its Midsummer Classic and lost two of the Big Apple’s favorites. And of course, the NBA was turned topsy turvy by the announcement of the forming of the 3-Heat.
It was a week ago that LeBron James went from being the lone wolf in Cleveland to just one of the guys in Miami. King James ended his free agency by joining Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh, turning his back on his home team Cavs and the chance to be “the man.”
I understand the lure of winning rings and appreciate the desire to be on a winning team. I get playing night after night with your best buddies, but personally I think becoming a part of a trio dilutes James’ chance to ascend above every other player. Now, instead of one “King,” we have three stars.
Michael Jordan didn’t bolt from Chicago after the Bulls were trounced in the playoffs those first few seasons. The Bulls didn’t rush out and try to sign Charles Barkley or Karl Malone.
Instead, they drafted a lanky kid out of Central Arkansas. When he was selected, nobody expected Scottie Pippen to grow into the perfect accomplice to Jordan, but he did.
LeBron may have lost as many fans as he made with all the hoopla prior to the switch to the Heat. I know I was turned off by the deafening crescendo of media noise leading up to his primetime special. Yes, there was interest in whether loyalty would win out over playing in a state with no income tax, but we really didn’t need a 24-7 accounting of his every waking moment.
The Heat have definitely improved their chances of taking the title from Kobe and the Lakers, but we’ll see if there are enough shots in a game to satisfy the Heats’ new superstars.
Then on Tuesday, baseball lost an icon. New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner succumbed to a heart attack.
As much as LeBron flipped the NBA script with his free agency, Steinbrenner changed baseball with his decision to buy the best players available.
I was just a kid back in ye olden days when the lure of cold hard cash first put many of my favorite players in pinstripes. As a fan of the Oakland A’s then, it was hard to watch former A’s Reggie Jackson and Catfish Hunter end up in New York. I guess that’s how Pittsburgh Pirates fans feel in this day and age.
After buying the Yankees in 1973, Steinbrenner with his famous altercations with managers and players became as synonymous with his team as any player on the field. Heck, he even became a pop culture star when George Costanza had frequent encounters with The Boss on television’s “Seinfeld.”
Dying only days after legendary Yankees announcer Bob Sheppard, it was fitting the 80 year old passed away on the day the All-Star game was played. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Feel Good Friday – Evolve

Happy Friday everyone!

I know this is a commercial for Gatorade, but I can’t find a video version of the song without it, plus I still dig watching Muhammad Ali strut and do his shuffle.

The song is by Kermit Quinn.

Sarah Palin or Leather Tuscadero

I was watching The Daily Show on Tuesday night, and Jon Stewart had a clip of Sarah Palin helping John McCain campaign for re-election for his Senate seat in Arizona.

Of course, Stewart made light of Palin taking a shot at McCain’s age when she suggested he was at the original tea party way back when in Boston Harbor.

But what got my attention was the leather jacket the former governor of Alaska was sporting. Stewart made an “Airwolf” comment, which of course brings back connotations of shooting Alaskan wildlife from a helicopter.

For me, that jacket and those hair highlights scream “Leather Tuscadero.”

Go back with me to that happy time in our past. No, not election day in November, but way back to “Happy Days” the television show that allowed Opie to grow up and move from Mayberry, RFD to Milwaukee.

Think about it, an aging cool hero, aka Fonzie or McCain, and that young rocker chick who brings him new street cred, aka Leather Tuscadero or Palin. I think you’re on board with me now.

And here’s Suzi Quatro in all her cousin-of-Pinky-Tuscadero glory, singing “Johnny B. Goode.”

Feel Good Friday – OK Go

I know it’s late in the day, but it’s still Friday and who doesn’t love a Rube Goldberg Machine. Now that’s a winning combination.

It’s OK Go’s new video for their song “This Too Shall Pass.”

I’ve used OK Go for my Feel Good Friday before with their synchronized treadmill action on the video for the song “Here It Goes Again.”

Suddenly I have an urge to play the old game Mouse Trap.

Fat Tuesday

It’s been too long since I’ve been down in the Big Easy.

I think the recent Super Bowl win by the Saints has amped up my desire to make a return to NOLA.

I’m missing New Orleans. Days like today, Fat Tuesday, make me crave it even more … the food, the music, the beads, the beverages.

Speaking of beverages, I’m not Catholic, but I am giving up something for Lent this year. I’m swearing off sodas. Bye Bye Mountain Dew. See ya later Dr. Pepper. It’s been sweet, but I’m going to eliminate you.

I did this a few years ago and erased Diet Coke from my list of liquids of which I partake. As a matter of fact, it’s now been four years since I swilled a Diet Coke.

Hurricane Katrina has paid a horrible visit to New Orleans since I have. She ravaged it. I hope to make a much more gentle landing in the Crescent City.

I’d love to  feel the heavy air and smell the amazing aromas that waft out of doors and windows of restaurants of both the five-star and the tiny five-table variety.

The music pulses through the humidity moving your feet along the cobblestones and sidewalks, pulling you toward the rhythm. Brass boldly squawking at you. The felt-covered hammers inside the piano striking and making the strings vibrate to match the pumping of the blood through your veins. An accordion wheezing and breathing, yelling more than whispering, urging you to come inside. The city and its music speaks to you.

To put you even more in the spirit of New Orleans, Newscoma called upon Buckwheat Zydeco this morning.

I present to you Dr. John performing “Iko Iko.”