Once again you bring me to the memories of my youth. I also watched Graham Kerr’s Galloping Gourmet because it was my dad’s favorite show. My dad loved to cook and drink wine, so he was a faithful watcher as was I (I however never took up cooking—at all!). As it turned out years later I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Kerr as he was a passenger on the ferry I was running from Seattle to Victoria BC. (He went Victoria for a speaking event) Knowing he would be a passenger on the return trip to Seattle, I purchased his latest book with the hopes of getting him to sign a copy for my dad. He was excited and more than happy to oblige. Even though it was years after his show was off the air, my dad was thrilled when I gave him the book. At this age I can honestly say that I had totally forgotten that day—thanks again for stirring up the memory and shaking a little dust off what little I have left between the ears.
It warms my heart to hear from you. Your support of my work is invaluable and you have been there since my Op-Ed News days. As for what you have "left between the ears" I can tell you, with great confidence, that you have forgotten more things than the average "American" might ever know.
I really thought that flabb-er-gas-ted would get a bigger chuckle the day after Thanksgiving, you know, with all that word play and wrapping together different species of birds and such? O well, the rooms are getting tough these days with all that doom and gloom going around. Some days are better than others, but the others seem to be taking the lead. Thanks for the chuckles.
I call balls and strikes Que. And Kenyatta's Five Cosmic Accidents (things we have no control over) are: your date of birth, the day you die, your gender, your ethnicity and last, but hardly least, your effing relatives.
Everyone needs some of whatever you are smoking this morning. It will certainly make turduckin much more fun.
You definitely wrapped/rapped it all up this time. I'm flabbergasted.
Mr. Kenyatta,
Once again you bring me to the memories of my youth. I also watched Graham Kerr’s Galloping Gourmet because it was my dad’s favorite show. My dad loved to cook and drink wine, so he was a faithful watcher as was I (I however never took up cooking—at all!). As it turned out years later I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Kerr as he was a passenger on the ferry I was running from Seattle to Victoria BC. (He went Victoria for a speaking event) Knowing he would be a passenger on the return trip to Seattle, I purchased his latest book with the hopes of getting him to sign a copy for my dad. He was excited and more than happy to oblige. Even though it was years after his show was off the air, my dad was thrilled when I gave him the book. At this age I can honestly say that I had totally forgotten that day—thanks again for stirring up the memory and shaking a little dust off what little I have left between the ears.
A Hui Hou,
Jim
What a great story, Mr. Scancella!
It warms my heart to hear from you. Your support of my work is invaluable and you have been there since my Op-Ed News days. As for what you have "left between the ears" I can tell you, with great confidence, that you have forgotten more things than the average "American" might ever know.
All 5 are absolutely true.
I really thought that flabb-er-gas-ted would get a bigger chuckle the day after Thanksgiving, you know, with all that word play and wrapping together different species of birds and such? O well, the rooms are getting tough these days with all that doom and gloom going around. Some days are better than others, but the others seem to be taking the lead. Thanks for the chuckles.
Et tu, Brute!
Thanks for the laugh out loud Rohn, (your sick bastards comment)!
I call balls and strikes Que. And Kenyatta's Five Cosmic Accidents (things we have no control over) are: your date of birth, the day you die, your gender, your ethnicity and last, but hardly least, your effing relatives.