After years of reading Mad magazine, it would not surprise me to learn that the cartoon on Herb Adderley's card was drawn by Jack Davis. See for yourself.
I know his cartoons were on 1966 Topps baseball cards, and according to this, he did a lot of uncredited (but not unpaid) work like that over the years.
The remnants of a tropical storm are on the way, bringing heavy rain starting tomorrow. As long as it's over by Friday morning, when I'm driving to Tabby's Place.
Here comes the township leaf-sucker-upper. Good thing I raked some more last night.
Awake early this morning, and couldn't get back to sleep because Pat and I had an early appointment. Both of us had prescribed blood tests, and though we got there around 8:00, there was a waiting list and we didn't get out of there until 8:45. Any time we spend together is good, so not a problem.
The furnace is blowing out cold air. Pat has called UGI and they'll be over sometime today. That's why we're paying for a service contract, I guess.
The repairman got here in early afternoon, and diagnosed the problem as a worn-out igniter. He even had the replacement part in his truck, so we have heat once more.
Raked leaves today. They're out front in the street, awaiting another visit from the township's leaf-sucking machine.
No lemonade or grapefruit juice at Wal-Mart, leaving both Pat and me disappointed.
Could have logged in to the work laptop and gotten a head start on the waiting pile of work from last Friday, but, nah...
Doctor's appointment tomorrow morning at 8:30, but I forgot that I was supposed to get a blood test beforehand, so, nah...
There are still some chicory flowers growing at the corner of Cetronia Road and Grange Road. I never get tired of seeing them.
Friday: I had the day off, so we drove to Shoprite in Bethlehem just for a change. I guess the days of 40-cent seltzer are gone. We paid $7.99 for 12 bottles, not $4.80.
Got a haircut, first one since July. SuperCuts looks like any other strip mall hair salon, but they've got a few extra things. Nice to be able to set up an appointment online and make sure your favorite is available. I also appreciate the hot towel on the neck afterward.
Today's events: took three bags of old receipts to the park down the road for the township shredding event. Pat correctly remembered that the lines started out long and only got longer, so we got there before the 9:00 a.m. starting time and still were about 30th in line.
The homeless cat we call Puffy stayed in the little house on our deck all day. His face looked like he'd been in yet another fight, and we were concerned that he was badly injured, but when the little black pooshka arrived near sunset, he came out and ate alongside her.
And I made four loaves of babka. Pat says it's light and fluffy, the way she likes it.
I watched an inning or two of game 4 of the World Series before shutting it down.
Just finished doing my best to confound whatever algorithm YouTube music uses to try to pigeonhole me. Some Mel McDaniel and other 80's country hits from my radio days, some Sparks both from now and from nearly 50 years ago, then Clint Black playing drums on a live version of Josie (the lead singer's no Donald Fagen, let me tell you), and some of Steely Dan themselves -- as if you thought I could get through a set of music without them -- before wrapping up with Mary Shut the Garden Door, which will always remind me of driving home from Atlantic City. ABBA on the way down, and in 2006-2008, Morph the Cat on the way home.
It's 15 days until the election, and Pat and I have already voted.
I woke up around 8:00 and had Quality Time with Nelson before getting up and going to work.
I worked several hours.
I shut down the laptop and found Nelson waiting for me outside my office door. I followed him down the hall to the bedroom, where we had some more Quality Time.
After supper, Good Queen Swirly climbed onto my lap in the family room. She prefers the living room, and she'll have her chance there soon, but I've got nothing to say (but it's OK).
Looking over Wikipedia for Emmy nominees, found something in 1962's awards for Stan Freberg, the Chun King Chow Mein Hour.
Really? I'm no expert on Stan Freberg, but I have heard a number of his productions (any time I hear a reference to scallions, I have to respond, "Most folks call 'em green onions, but they're really scallions.") and this was completely new to me.
Usually, a search reveals nothing, such as the search for a Phil Silvers vehicle from 1959 that also received an Emmy nomination. Sixty years isn't enough to go into public domain, I get that. The heart wants what it wants, though, and this time, I got what I wanted.
It's a terrible copy of a copy of a kinescope, but it exists, and that's good enough for me. As soon as I type a few more words and insert a link, maybe two, I'm going back to watching it.
Pat and I voted today. There was a message on the township website announcing that a ballot box was now installed, so over lunch we went down there and dropped in our envelopes. There were several others present for the same reason, perhaps with as much determination as the two of us to change the tenant of the White House.
Hmpf. A child, certainly one that young, shouldn't have received a live rabbit for Easter. If the rabbit scratched him, he must not have known how to treat it. The mother and father are to blame!
1. LIFE magazine after FDR's death
2. Letters section about Joan Geisendorff, the pretty young girl on the cover a few issues prior
3. In 2015, she revealed more about that photo shoot
4. The boy she was dating became her husband, and they shared 60 years of marriage before his death in 2010
5. That same fellow (who later founded the company that became ARAMARK) worked for L.S. Ayres, a department store in Indianapolis.
6. Every city had one or more downtown department stores that were the place to shop for people of a certain age, and which tried and failed to adjust to the trend toward suburban shopping instead of downtown.
Pat and I took our completed ballots to the township office, because we'd seen that it was to be a site of a ballot collection box. On the door was a sign with the message that the box wouldn't be in place until this Friday. So that was a waste of time.
Also: the one-way aisles are no more at Wal-Mart. Still out of paper towels, though, and cleaning supplies are low.
More World War II radio newscasts tonight. A CBC newsman in May 1945 described the prices for scarce staples in Amsterdam and Apeldoorn, that wouldn't have been out of place now, 75 years later. $4.00 for a loaf of bread? That's what I'm paying at Wegmans. But I saw a radio in a 1948 ad with a list price of $49.95, and plugging the numbers into a site devoted to conversion into 2020 dollars, learned that the small radio was going for the equivalent of $500 today.
The newscasts celebrated the meeting in Germany of U.S. and Soviet troops, and looked ahead to the end of the European war, then further ahead to fighting the Japs. Of course, I know that's a racist slur now.
So I switched the YouTube channel to one featuring European volleyball, and one of the courtside signs displayed the name Apeldoorn, and the screen had a graphic at top left with the team name abbreviations.
Stopped at a red light, I looked to one side and saw a Hyundai Palisade. Never heard of that one before. It's an SUV... I wonder how those Palisades park?
Pat and I were walking after supper this evening, following the curve around Hopewell and reaching the far corner of the development before turning around for home.
We had almost made it to Quail when she saw something off to the right. It was the little black pooshka, moving low and fast, crossing the street and apparently heading toward our house.
We lost sight of her in the yard behind the corner house on Quail, but it wasn't surprising that she showed up soon after we got home.
