Thursday Thirteen #403

There's a national Pet Poison Prevention Week and this is it. I spend a lot of time at the vet, and I grabbed a handout from the ASPCA so I could share its contents. You likely have common household products close at hand that could be hazardous if eaten or inhaled by your dog or cat. 

This list is by no means exhaustive.* It's just my little red flag of warning to you fur parents.

1. Prescription meds

2. Vitamins

3. Lighter fluid

4. Tobacco

5. Detergent (dogs find pods quite attractive)

6. Fabric softener

7. Bleach

8. Drain cleaner

9. Oven cleaner spray

10. Paint thinner

11. Motor oil

12.Gasoline

13. Anti-freeze (dogs and cats like the smell, so be careful!)

*Here's what the ASPCA has to say on the subject.

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Sunday Stealing

Cry Baby

1) Think about the last person you forgave. How long did it take you to forgive them? I forgave Carla for cancelling and rescheduling our lunch date twice. I admit I was pissed but I got over myself pretty quick. She recently lost her job and is feeling overwhelmed by life. When we finally got together on Friday, I gave her a little purse calendar to help her restore a touch of order to her life. She loved it!

 

2) Steph's favorite fast food is Taco Bell. What's yours? Lou's thin crust.

 

 

3) Who was the last friend you hung out with? What did you do? I've been (la-de-dah) quite social this week, going to lunch with my friends Nancy, Carla and on Saturday, my friend Elaine.

 

4) Did you do anything this past week that will still seem important a year from now? Maybe. I gave Carla a job lead. Here's hoping it turns into something.

5) Will this coming week be better than last week? How so? Maybe not better but certainly different. I'm only working one shift, which leaves me a lot of time to relax and concentrate on stuff around my home.

 

 

 

There are two kinds of people in this world

 ... Those who notice that I eat my food one portion at a time, and those who don't. I braved the St. Patty's Day Parade crowds to meet my friend Elaine for a birthday lunch at the restaurant of her choosing. She ordered a chicken dish and, since she knew the place well, I followed suit and also ordered chicken, though mine was buttermilk fried and came with a huge side of cole slaw.

Really, it was fine

We were having a lively conversation about her new, full-time job and then about the movie Anora, which we both liked though she more than I. I was merrily enjoying both my fried chicken and the chatter when all of a sudden she asked, "Is there something wrong with the cole slaw?"

To be honest, I didn't know because I had not yet touched it. 

"I'm eating the chicken first because I want to enjoy it while it's hot," I lied. She nodded and we went back to our conversation.

I always eat my food one portion at a time. The temperature of the dish has no bearing on this. It's simply my preference.

 This is, at least, the third time Elaine has mentioned this to me over the last four years or so. It must bother her on some level or she wouldn't ask me about it with a certain degree of regularity.

I do not know why she notices or why she cares. Yet she does. I could not tell you who among my acquaintances also eats their portions one at a time because I pay no attention.

But my icky grandmother did. It used to make her crazy at family dinners. "Gal! Are you ever going to eat your vegetables?" she would ask accusingly. If it was corn or peas or potatoes, of course I was because I liked those very much. I was just enjoying my turkey or ham first. And, since I was taught not to snap at my elders, I refrained from saying, "What's it to you, you old bat?"

She used to do the same thing to my uncle. 

There was always embarrassed silence around the table when she did this. It's part of what made family dinners such a joy!

I was not doing it to annoy my icky grandmother. I'd genuinely not given it any thought whatsoever. It was and remains quite natural for me to eat my main portion first and then get to the side (cole slaw, fries, fruit, whatever) when I am done. 

Elaine does not seem as judgey as my icky grandmother. Of course, St. Peter isn't as judgey as my icky grandmother. But my friend does notice. (It reminds me of my cousin Rosemary's constant carping about the size of my purse. "What on earth do you have in there?" "Why do you carry such a big bag?" I admit I notice purses more than dining habits but that's in case I want to buy someone a bag or wallet as a gift, not because I care what they prefer.)

I admit it: I will judge your politics, the way you treat panhandlers, your pet parenting, and your grammar. But I truly do not give a fuck how you eat your food. So this phenomenon continues to baffle me.

 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Southside Irish (1984)

Not familiar with this week's song? Hear it here.

 

1. This week's song was chosen because it's something of an anthem in Chicagoland around St. Patrick's Day. Can you name another song that makes you think of St. Patrick's Day or Ireland? "Danny Boy."

 

2. The Irish Choir sings that the "craic" is always best among the Windy City Irish. "Craic" is Irish for "fun" and "high spirits." Are you planning anything fun this weekend? I'm meeting my friend Elaine downtown for lunch Saturday. It happens to be the day of the Chicago St. Patrick's parade. Here's hoping that I get through the afternoon without any drunk teenagers puking green beer onto my shoes. (Really. You have nooooo idea what a party Saturday is gonna be.)

3. They tell us that their fathers came over from Mayo, Cork and Donegal. Where did your ancestors hail from? I know my favorite grandpa was born in Berne, Germany. It's a small town on a river. His parents sent him away to boarding school so he didn't spend much time in the family home. He dropped out of school and ran away and didn't stop until first Ellis Island and then Chicago.

4. The lyrics mention the rivalry between Chicago's two baseball teams. As Spring Training 2025 draws to a close, how do you feel about your baseball team's chances this season? I'm excited about the Cubs pitching staff, especially Shota Imanaga. Our defense looks very good, too. I mean, Dansby Swanson and Nico Hoerner! So we've got the glove side of things taken care of. Let's hope Kyle Tucker performs as promised and hits some dingers.

 

5. The Chicago River is dyed green in celebration of St. Patrick's Day. Does your community do anything to special for the holiday? As referenced in #2, though an unfortunate fluke in scheduling, I am unwisely going to be in Chicago's Loop Saturday afternoon. Yes, the River will be dyed green and that will be cool.

 

 

But the green river means the parade. To borrow from The Beatles, "it's been a long, cold lonely winter." The parade gives everybody a reason to finally emerge from their homes and release pent-up energy. There will be day drinking. Inhibitions will be shed. Teens and twenty- and thirtysomethings wearing shamrock headbands and cardboard shamrock glasses will move up and down the sidewalks like a friendly but intoxicated wave in search of green beer. I wish Elaine and I were meeting Sunday instead! PS Or maybe I'll adjust my attitude and surprise myself by getting in the spirit. We'll see.

 

6. While this week's song focuses on the Irish population of Chicago, it's not the U.S. city with the highest percentage of citizens of Irish ancestry. According to the 2020 census, Boston is #1. Have you ever been to Boston? Oh yes. I adore Boston. It's like a small Chicago, lots of neighborhoods, very walkable. And I love the old buildings. Except for the Water Tower, nothing here predates The Fire. Boston is filled with history.

7. On Monday, which is St. Patrick's Day, do you plan to wear green? Sure.

8. Clovers are a recognized symbol of St. Patrick's Day, and a four-leaf clover is believed to bring good luck. Have you ever seen a four-leaf clover? Nope.

9. Black coffee with whiskey and whipped cream is Irish Coffee. What's your standard coffee order? I never order coffee. 

 

 

Bless her turbulent soul

It's Friday evening as I write this. My oldest friend reached out to me Monday. We talked for close to two hours. I'm still processing it.

Monday night she was in tears. She attributed this to the death of her cat, Jack. Totally understandable. She loved him, she had him a long time and he died in her bed. He'd been sick for quite some time – her daughter had time to come up for a visit to say goodbye – so it surprised me that when he began failing she didn't put him down. "Vets out here (in SoCal) charge $1,000 just for a needle prick," she explained.

First of all, I don't believe that. Even $500 sounds high for euthanasia. $1,000 is impossible. But you know what? Even if it was $1,000, she should have gotten it somehow. That's the deal we make when we adopt our furbabies: we give them the best life we possibly can and then ease them out of their suffering when the time comes. My friend was unable to do that. Rather than take her cat to the vet last summer, when he began having gastrointestinal issues, she started dousing him with Kaopectate. She knows how I feel about this. It would have been unkind to bring it up when she was in tears. But I'd be dishonest if I didn't say it occurred to me. Now that little Jack is dead and the suffering he likely endured at the end is over, what makes me saddest is that somewhere inside her, my oldest friend may know I'm right. It must be miserable to live with that.

Then she segued to her "nervous breakdown." She told me that had begun hallucinating and losing her balance. I have no doubt that's true. It's the timeline that infuriates me. I've known since last summer that she sees/responds to things that aren't there and then doesn't acknowledge it ever happened. Last Christmas she told me she spent several days at her daughter's apartment because she was so unsteady on her feet she couldn't go home. She promised then that she was "going to" discuss all this with her primary care physician. I asked her this past Monday what happened when, back then, she spoke to her doctor about the hallucinations and the falling down. "I don't know," she said. "I guess I didn't."

What the ever-loving fuck?

Anyway, she told me that, a couple weeks ago, her hallucinations were so bad that her roommates* were concerned and she was taken to the hospital. It was decided that she was over-medicated and reacting to the three antidepressants she's been taking. The ER docs conferred with her psychiatrist and took her off one of the meds. She tells me it has a long half life in her system and so she doesn't know if she's miserable because her Jack died or from withdrawal from the drug. Um ... I don't know how much of what I just wrote is accurate. It doesn't really matter, does it? There's nothing I can do about it from this distance.

Which leads us to her son. Her oldest child, her favorite, is well over 30. He's married and lives outside Philly. She told me in January that she thought it was "funny" he was worried about her meeting a Chinese-American for lunch. You think it's funny your son is a bigot? OK. Anyway, Monday she made no mention of Fred, the man she said she'd begun dating, and tearfully told me she hasn't heard from her son since Christmas. She was so hurt that, when his sister called to tell him their mother was in the ER, he said, "5150 her" and hasn't called since. So which is it? Is he an overprotective son who worries about his mother's dating life? Or is he callous and uninvolved? Did Fred even exist? I have no idea.

She's been posting pictures of Jack on Facebook. Taken just before he died. The poor little thing was emaciated. That's just wrong. Nothing I can do about it.

Nothing I can do about any of this.

She is, by her own choice, 2000 miles away. She doesn't listen to a thing I say anyway. I have suggested she go to church and reconnect with God. That she do some kind of charity work to ground her and get her out of her own head (I even offered to send her stamps and stationery so she could write Letters Against Isolation). I've told her how important my movie group is to me and tried to get her to join one. I might as well be talking to my stapler.

And yet I know she is suffering. I don't know how much of what she tells me is true but I believe she is miserable and unable somehow to do anything to alleviate her own pain.

Her soul is turbulent. Her body is rebelling. Her sweet skinny Jack died.

All I can do is pray for her.

 

*She shares a ranch house with 3 other seniors. They each have their own bedroom and share kitchen/bathroom privileges. It's kinda like The Golden Girls.

 

Photo by Maria Lupan on Unsplash

 

Thursday Thirteen #402

Donald Trump plays the Google Game. I went to Google, then Yahoo!, and asked "Why Does Donald Trump ..." Here are the autofilled responses, which can help us understand what our fellow citizens are thinking.

Why does Donald Trump ...

1. want Greenland?

2. not drink?

3. want the Panama Canal?

4. like the song YMCA?

5. look different?

6. fire people?

7. want to be President?

8. look orange?

9. hate Taylor Swift?

10. wear diapers?

11. lie so much?

11. stand weird?

13. have a big ego?

How would you complete the phrase, "Why does Donald Trump ...?"

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WWW.WEDNESDAY

 

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1. What are you currently reading? So, Anyway by John Cleese. My friend Nancy recommended this one to me, and she seldom points me to books so I picked it up. I'm glad I did. Cleese is my favorite of the Python gang and so far he hasn't disappointed. Example: he talks about his hometown and its role in WWII. Weston-super-Mare was impoverished and had nothing of value, yet the Nazis kept hitting it with their state-of-the-art bombs. Cleese proudly concludes that, therefore, every bomb strike actually cost Germany money and so his hometown was doing its part to shorten the war by bankrupting the Nazis. Gotta love that loopy patriotism, the sweetly twisted positivity.

2. What did you recently finish reading? Guilt by Association by Marcia Clark. This is Book #1 in a series focused on fictional Los Angeles ADA Rachel McKnight. She's a smart, funny, workaholic who hates to lose, and fortunately does so very infrequently. In this book, we follow her as she works two cases: one officially, one on the sly.

 

It was just OK. Too much detective work, not enough courtroom. I mean, this is Marcia Clark! I was hoping for a legal thriller with lots of law. Also, it relies an awful lot on coincidence. Maybe I'm judging too harshly. If was heading out on vacation, this might be a good diversion while waiting for my plane. I just expected more because Clark's latest book -- her non-fiction look at the Barbara Graham case, Trial by Ambush -- was so very good. Heartfelt, passionate, evocative. Whereas this felt formulaic.

3. What will you read next? I don't know.

 

 

 

Sunday Stealing

COUNTDOWN FROM 5. 

FIVE people who mean the world to you.

1. Cousin Rose (though she annoys the shit out of me at times)

2. My niece

3 My nephew

4. My aunt (though she annoys the shit out of me at times)

5. My oldest friend (though our relationship is evolving, I still love her)

 

FOUR things you fear.

1. Plane crashes

2. The stock market dipping precipitously

3. Losing my mobility

4. Senility

 

THREE words to describe how you feel right now.

1. Warm (the heat seems to be blasting in here!)

2. Full (in my tummy)

3. Relieved (my tax refund is giving me financial wiggle room)

 

TWO things you're excited about.

1. Sending my friend Patrick a series of birthday cards (he turns 70 next week and I want his mailbox to be full and festive)

2. Being a lady who lunches (I'll be socializing more than usual this coming week)

ONE thing you'd like to say to someone.

1.To my oldest friend: What's really going on with you?

 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: I Can Love You Like That (1995)

  

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

1) This week's song is about a girl who grew up on the fairy tale Cinderella. The online teaching platform study.com says Cinderella has been remained popular for centuries because the moral is that kindness is a virtue that will be rewarded. As an adult, do you still believe that's true? Obviously not. The other night, from behind the Presidential seal, Donald Trump derided Sen. Elizabeth Warren as "Pocahontas." (Her sin? Applauding ongoing aid for Ukraine.) I wonder what casual cruelty from the man occupying our highest elective office teaches today's children. We seem to be living in a "might makes right" world where kindness and empathy are dismissed as "woke."

2) This girl also likes romantic movies. Think of your favorite screen couple. Did they live happily ever after? No. But in The Way We Were, Streisand and Redford broke up gloriously.

See 'ya, Hubbell.

 

 

 

3) While "I Can Love You Like That" was a Top Ten hit here, it reached #1 in the Canada and Zimbabwe. Could you find Zimbabwe on a globe? With no precision whatsoever. I'd just point at Africa and apologize for not knowing more.

4) The members of this week's group, All-4-One, hail from Mojave, California. July and August are the hottest months in Mojave, when the afternoon temperature hovers between 87º and 97º and often climbs to 100º+. Do you thrive or melt in hot weather? I melt. I think anything over 80º is gaudy.

5) After having several hits in the 1990s, All-4-One saw their popularity wane in the new millennium. While they never disbanded – and will be touring throughout 2025 – the members have pursued separate interests. For example, co-founder Delious Kennedy started a YouTube channel featuring interviews with celebrities from the 80s and 90s. Do you spend a lot of time on YouTube? If yes, what do you watch? I've fallen down an OJ Simpson trial rabbit hole. (Spoiler alert: He gets away with it.) It's interesting how different it all looks to me now, 30 years away from white-hot emotion I felt at the time. Oh, he did it and he was a bastard. But there was such a difference between what we saw and the evidence presented to the jury. Also, Johnnie Cochran was a really, really good lawyer.

6) In 1995, when this week's song was popular, Michael Jordan "unretired" and returned to the Chicago Bulls. Tell us about a decision you wish you could undo. I wish I'd been more patient with Bonnie from my movie group. She died this past December. In the 7 or 8 years that I knew her, she struck me as silly. Sweet, but dim. After she died at age 74, I found her obit and learned she worked her way through school as one of Illinois Bell's only female telephone installers, went on to teach journalism at a prestigious Chicago college, and knew Gloria Steinem. Her vagueness was probably tied to a medical condition I wasn't aware of. Everyone is struggling with something, right? I must remember that.

7) 1995 saw Pierce Brosnan as James Bond in GoldenEye. 007 was also played by Sean Connery, David Niven, George Lazenby, Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, and Daniel Craig. Do you have a favorite Bond? I suppose Pierce Brosnan, because frankly I find him attractive. But I admit I'm not much of a Bond fan.

8) One of McDonald's best-selling 1995 Happy Meals featured The Power Rangers. 30 years later, those Happy Meal action figures are still available on eBay. Have you recently purchased anything on eBay? Recently? No. But I have found things there.

9) Random question – Which compliment would please you the most: to be smart, great looking, or likeable? Smart.

 

Thursday Thirteen #401

Welcome to Danville, IL. I've long heard of Danville. Rob Petrie of The Dick Van Dyke Show often referred to it as his hometown. I thought it was a made-up TV place, like Bryant Park or Pine Valley. But Danville has been on the news a lot recently because it really was Gene Hackman's hometown. So I did a little investigating ...

1. It's 142 miles and approx 3 hours away from Chicago.

2. Abraham Lincoln once practiced law at the Vermilion County Courthouse in Danville.

3. In addition to Gene Hackman, celebrities born in Danville include cabaret performer Bobby Short, Jerry (Coach) Van Dyke, Donald (Singin' in the Rain) O'Connor and Dick Van Dyke. In Danville they are known as "The Famous Five."

4. The cultural heart of Danville is the Fischer Theater, which originally opened in 1884. The Famous Five came home in 1988 for a black-tie benefit to save the Fischer from the wrecking ball. 

At the fundraiser for the Fischer.

 

5. The above photo was displayed in Gene Hackman's Santa Fe home. After the theater renovation was completed, Dick Van Dyke returned to Danville to put his handprints in cement in front of the Fischer. Clearly this small-town theater meant a great deal to two world-famous performers.

6. The population of Danville is approx. 29,000.

7. The town is named for Dan Beckwith, He was one of the explorers who discovered a brine, or salt, spring in the river that runs through the area.

8. In the 19th century, residents supported themselves as fur traders and coal miners.

9. Today, Danville's major employers are in healthcare and retail.

10. Danville has a large VA medical center.

11. Students attend Danville Area Community College (DACC) and cheer the Danville Dans baseball team.

12. The holidays in Danville are special because of the annual Festival of Trees. This exhibit of more than 130 Christmas trees and wreaths raises funds for family healthcare initiatives. 

13. In summer there's Balloons over Vermilion. Crowds enjoy live music and food as they watch hot air balloons take off from Danville's Vermilion Regional Airport. Funds raised have benefited Danville public schools.

RIP, Gene Hackman.

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I'd Rather Be Lonely Alone

The Oscars were difficult for me this year. Not because the show wasn't good. It started early and, at least in my humble opinion, didn't drag. But the traditional telecast made me miss my departed friends, Henry and John.

How Henry would have loved Conclave! He was raised in the Catholic Church and proud that he was educated by Jesuits. Henry did indeed find God in all things, and it wounded him desperately that, as a gay man, he was precluded from the pageantry and music he dearly loved. I worshiped with him at his Key West church, MCC, and teased him it was like sharing a pew with a Kardashian because everyone knew him. Even though his fellow congregants came island casual, Henry always chose his church clothes with care. He would literally take my hand when it was time for communion. My church doesn't offer it so it's not a big deal to me. But oh! Communion meant so much to him and he wanted me to take the sacrament because he loved me. So I would have loved to discussing Conclave with him, asking him specifically about Cardinal Bellini (Stanley Tucci) and Cardinal Benitez of Kabul. I would have loved to have watched his face as he took in the red robes, black habits and white umbrellas. Back in 2016 he told me that seeing Pablo Larrain's Jackie with me made it better. I know what he meant. I miss him so.

I swear I could hear John complaining during the Oscars. During the tribute to Quincy Jones, Queen Latifah sang "Ease on Down the Road." HELL NO, he would say. His goddess, Diana Ross, performed the song in The Wiz. She also worked with Jones on "We Are the World," and she was an Oscar nominee herself. We often discussed how the entertainment world doesn't give Miss Ross the credit she deserves. The Grammys got it right when they had her close the show. It brought John such joy to see her in sequins and a big, big weave. So here she is in Grammy glory. This is for you, Buddy.

I loved these men so. I belong to a movie group and didn't need to watch the Oscars alone. But if even if I had gone to a viewing party, I still would have been lonely and I find it's easier to be lonely all alone.

 

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1. What are you currently reading? Guilt by Association by Marcia Clark. This is Marcia Clark's first novel, published back in 2011, and it introduces her popular heroine, Los Angeles ADA Rachel McKnight. After getting a guilty verdict in a high-profile murder case no one thought was winnable, Rachel inherits a rape case she doesn't want. The victim's family is politically connected and it's an election year, which will make the process more complicated than Rachel would like. If that's not bad enough, there seems to be dissension between the teenage victim and her powerful father. No wonder Rachel likes her Glenlivet.

 

This is my third Marcia Clark book of the year and it's only March. The first was Trial by Ambush, her non-fiction examination of the Barbara Graham case, and it was terrific. My second was The Fall Girl, and it was just OK. In fact, I was thinking about it the day after I finished it – the next day! – and it took me a minute to remember whodunnit. So I wasn't eager to visit Marcia again so soon. But my library unexpectedly had it available, and I thought, "why not?" Sometimes books find me when I need to read them. Maybe Guilt by Association is one of them

2. What did you recently finish reading? Unleashed by David Rosenfelt. This is the 11th book in the Andy Carpenter series and it includes everything that makes it one of my favoritest: Andy cracks wise and annoys judges and prosecutors alike, he and Laurie engage in witty banter, Andy admits to physical cowardice, and, of course, there are dogs. 

But while I enjoyed this one, I didn't loooove it. Too bad because I really wanted to. But what promised to be a straightforward, highly relatable courtroom drama took some wild turns. Andy's accountant, Sam Willis, meets an old high school rival who needs a good lawyer, and of course Sam recommends Andy. Barry dies suddenly and under suspicious circumstances and authorities believe Barry's wife (Sam's first, long-ago love) is involved. There. That's enough. Stop there. But we somehow veer into an international assassination plot. Huh? Got to admit, I didn't care.

3. What will you read next? I don't know.

 

 

It was an honor just to be nominated

OK, I'm still in Oscar mode after last night's ceremony. But that's not what this post is about.

Late Saturday afternoon I got an eleventh-hour invite. Abigail and Jerry from the card shop had an extra ticket for an amateur production of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Jerry's text included no mention of the ticket price but did promise me a ride, as neither Abigail nor I drive. I'd have to be ready at 6:15.

Unfortunately I didn't see the text until Sunday morning. When I got home from errands on Saturday I put the phone on the kitchen counter to charge and didn't check it. These kids only text but never call. If he had called, I would have heard the ring and picked up. Oh, well. I'm not at all sure I would have wanted to go. 

But that's not the point. Abigail and Jerry asked me! That strikes me as extraordinary. I am 67 years old. Abigail is not yet 21. When I was 20, I can't recall a single 60-something I wanted to socialize with. 

So I am happy.

I've often wondered how my coworkers perceive me. After all, I'm the Ringo of the shop. Ringo was the oldest of the Beatles and the last to join the band. I've never worked retail before, am still often confused at the register, and old enough to be the mother of our next oldest team member (our new boss Katie is in her mid-30s).

Now I know the one I now work with most often, Abigail, is willing to hang with me. The invitation, not the play, is what's important here. I'm just pleased to be asked.

 

Photo by Laura Chouette on Unsplash 

 

Saturday 9

 

Saturday 9: My Blue Heaven (1955)
   

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

 

1) The music for "My Blue Heaven" was written by Walter Donaldson. Mr. Donaldson was a gifted piano player who used his talent to entertain the troops on leave during WWI. What's something you're naturally good at? Writing. I've always done it – as a child I amused myself by making my own little books – and I made a pretty decent living doing it. Sometimes when something comes easily to us, we don't appreciate how good we are. I see that in Abigail at the card shop. She is so visually attuned, so good at creating retail displays and it's her chalk drawings that decorate our A-frame sidewalk sign. I keep telling her she needs to take some classes at the community college to learn the right computer programs and then get into advertising or publishing. She thinks I'm "just being nice," but when it comes to business, I'm not all that nice. I think she has a gift.

2) The lyrics were written by George Whiting. He began his career on stage as a song-and-dance man. While touring, he met and fell in love with another singer on the bill. They went on to marry and have three daughters. Have you ever engaged in a workplace romance? I've only ever had workplace romances! Which is not to say I was good at them, or that they were a good idea.

3) In this song, Doris Day sings about a cozy home. Look around the room you're in. What makes it cozy?

 

 

4) For four consecutive years, Doris was the most popular film actress in the world, with fans flocking to theaters to see her. Is there an actor or actress whose presence in a movie or TV show makes you say to yourself, "I want to see that?" In today's world, I'll go with Jennifer Aniston. In classic Hollywood terms, Katharine Hepburn and Judy Garland.

5) For all her film and music success, she found herself broke in the late 1960s. Her husband had mismanaged her fortune, something she didn't discover until after his sudden death. Do you know how much is in your checking account right now? (We're not asking the amount; just whether you know.) Not off the top of my head. But I check it every day to make sure no unauthorized withdrawals have been made (and that Elon hasn't interfered with my Social Security payment yet).

6) Away from performing, Doris' passion was animal welfare. At one point she shared her home with more than a dozen dogs and went on to establish the Doris Day Animal Foundation. Do any pets share your home? See above. Though I wouldn't say they "share" it. They outnumber me and they run it.

 

7) In 1955, when this song was a hit, cars came with AM radios but they were pretty unsophisticated by today's standards. The car needed to be on and "warmed up" a bit before the signal was picked up and that signal could easily be lost if you were bouncing over rough terrain. Today most new cars come with Bluetooth so you can enjoy infotainment through your phone. Do you listen to music, podcasts, audiobooks, etc., as you drive? No car. But I always listen to tunes when I'm on public transportation.

8) Also in 1955, the first McDonald's opened. Does your community have a McDonald's? Yes. But honestly, I don't think I've been there in more than a year. I've discovered the best "burger to go" in my neighborhood is from the kids menu at the local pizza place. (I never order it when I'm seated in the restaurant, though. I'm embarrassed to order from the kids menu.)

9) Random question: How long have you known your newest friend? Well, depends on which of us you ask. Elaine remembers me from 2016. Our movie group then met in person, and as that most wondrous Cubs season unfolded, she recalls how I would check my phone the moment the lights went back up and announce the score. My fandom amused her. I truly do not remember her until 2021. During covid, our group went from monthly in the theater to weekly online. Somehow I noticed her more when we were trapped in our Brady Bunch/Zoom boxes and, when as things started opening up, she suggested we meet for lunch in person one day, I jumped at the chance.

 

 

 

Thursday Thirteen #400

For my 400th TT, I decided to recycle one from 10 years ago.  Before I get the same comments I got a decade ago: Yes, TV Guide is still published. Here's the subscription link.

Thursday Thirteen #231

THE THIRTEEN MOST POPULAR

TV STARS OF ALL TIME 

How to rank something so incredibly subjective? By turning to the TV Bible, aka TV Guide, of course! It's been publishing regularly since April 1953. And here are their thirteen most frequent cover subjects.

1) Lucille Ball -- 31 covers

2) Mary Tyler Moore -- 24 covers

3) Johnny Carson -- 23 covers

4) Bill Cosby AND Oprah Winfrey -- tied at 19

5) Larry Hagman -- 18 covers

6) Carol Burnett -- 17 covers

7) Barbara Walters AND Carroll O'Connor -- tied at 16

8) Michael Landon AND Michael J. Fox -- tied at 15. These two Michaels grew up before our eyes on the cover of TV Guide.   

•  Landon was 23 when he had his first cover, as Little Joe Cartwright of Bonanza, in 1960 and 54 when TV Guide ran a cover story memorializing him upon his death in 1991.

•  Fox was 21 when he appeared on his first cover as Alex P. Keaton of Family Ties in 1982, and 52 at the time of his most recent cover in 2013.

9) Cybil Shepherd -- 14 covers (I was surprised she was this popular)

10) Lawrence Welk AND Raymond Burr AND Jaclyn Smith (what an odd combination!) -- tied at 13

11) Richard Chamberlain AND Roseanne AND Ted Danson -- tied at 12

Tom Selleck in 1980 ....

... and 35 years later

12) Bob Hope AND Candice Bergen AND Mike Wallace AND Tom Selleck -- tied at 11 (Selleck was on the cover for the 11th time earlier this month)

13) Andy Griffith AND James Garner AND Jerry Seinfeld AND Hugh Laurie -- tied at 10

Please join us for The NEW THURSDAY THIRTEEN. Click here to play along, and to see other interesting compilations of 13 things.

WWW.WEDNESDAY

 

WWW. WEDNESDAY asks three questions to prompt you to speak bookishly. To participate, and to see how other book lovers responded, click here. 

PS I no longer participate in WWW.WEDNESDAY via that link because her blog won't accept Blogger comments. I mention this only to save you the frustration I experienced trying to link up.

1. What are you currently reading? Unleashed by David Rosenfelt. I admit I needed a Silkwood shower after the OJ book (below) and so I reached for my fantasy boyfriend, Andy Carpenter. While he likes sports, he couldn't be more different from those in OJ's world. Andy is self-deprecating, true to Laurie, and dedicated to giving back. Plus Andy is funny, and there are precious few laughs in the Simpson case. 

 

This one shines a light on a supporting character in Andy's world: Sam Willis, his accountant. Sam meets an old high school rival who needs a good lawyer, and of course Sam recommends Andy. Turns out Barry is in much deeper trouble than Sam realized, and Barry's wife (Sam's first, long-ago love) is involved. I'm looking forward to lots of twists and turns.

2. What did you recently finish reading? How I Helped OJ Get Away with Murder: The Shocking Inside Story of Violence, Loyalty, Regret and Remorse by Mike Gilbert. I found this book compelling from a human perspective. What if someone you like, work for and depend upon does something terrible? How much loyalty do they deserve? Add to all this the white hot spotlight that came with The Trial of the Century. All that public attention just exacerbated the Us vs. Them mentality inside Simpson's inner circle and skewed Gilbert's perceptions. I get all that and, at times, understood his attitude toward OJ. After all, Simpson had for years opened the Rockingham estate to Gilbert and his family. It was "Uncle OJ" who sent a bouquet to Gilbert's daughter before a dance recital and brought an antique lamp to literally brighten the room of Gilbert's mom, who was in assisted living.

 

But here's the thing: I don't like Mike Gilbert. He began the book with an anecdote from early 1992, chastising OJ for playing golf with then-President Clinton because Gilbert doesn't approve of Bill and Hill. Say what you will about the Clintons, but Bill never donned a black cap and gloves and cut the throat of a woman while her children slept upstairs, as Gilbert admits OJ would do within months of that day on the links. He takes a gratuitous swipe against Marcia Clark, saying she mishandled a witness. He'd heard the woman had been in rehab with Clark and the prosecutor was afraid the story would come out. Gilbert can't prove this is true, but there it is in his book. Most of all, there's Christie Prody. She's the young woman who hooked up with OJ after the trial and moved with him to Florida. Gilbert seems to blame her the drugs and debauchery OJ indulged in during those years. Like a young and penniless girl had that kind of power. Then – get this – Gilbert negotiated a deal for an OJ/Christie sex tape, ready to profit from their "debauchery" even as he judged it.

 

So I'm glad I read this for the view of life inside a moral tornado. I'm just sorry our tour guide was such an asshole.

3. What will you read next? I don't know.