The Era -- Day By Day

[Fading Fast]

That Mr. Harrington is exactly that -- note the resemblance. 1970s Pat Harrington was sometimes billed at the start of his career as "Pat Harrington Jr." Harrington Sr. was a Broadway character actor of long standing, who dabbled a bit in early TV, usuallyin wisecracking second-banana-type roles. Junior learned his lessons well.

Rosa might be a bit careworn, but she and Bink are about the same age. "She t'inks she's good lookin'," snorts Miss Scanlan. "But I know she shaves awff t'at place inna middle wheh t' eyebrows come t'getteh!"

If Rosa steals Solly from Bink, Bink is going to lose her mind. Good setup, Lizzie.

 

[Harp]

The Gabriel brothers attic draft dodge routine and FBI hapless pursuit all seem farcical
nonsense when viewed from a Vietnam War veteran perspective. I had considered Canada;
only momentarily, but went in for induction. Carter's blanket amnesty and the subsequent veteran discrimination after discharge still raise doubts. Whatever the Second World War attitude, these
dodgers survive with their conscience as judge for better or worse.

Terry looks to have the drop on Slits. Afterwards, delivers a windup pitch to Dragon Gal.
Toss in some Macau Mah Jong and a Gone With The Wind dinner date back in Hong Kong.
Wine and dine her with a suite at the Peninsula where the shrimp with coconut sauce is superb
before a sirloin grilled perfectly medium rare.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("A what hawp?" puzzles Alice. "A cawrhop," repeats Sally. "One'a t'ese gals rolls aroun'a pawrkin' lot on rolleh skates takin' food t' t' customehs." "Ya makin'at up," scoffs Alice. "Joe t'inks it's a good idea," shrugs Sally. "An', I dunno, maybe it is." "How's anybody gonna rolleh skate," points out Alice, "awnat pawrkin' lot? T' concrete's awl broke, t'ez pieces missin'..." "Joe says Solly offehed t' fix it up," replies Alice. "Says 'ee knows some guy in Williamsboig t'at's a --- well, what'eveh'rit is t'at, you know, puts down pavemen'. Says'is guy owes 'im a faveh, an'ee c'n get a deal." "It ain' gonna be nut'n crooked, is it?" frowns Alice. "Like t'at guy t'eh, t'at politician? Wit' t' yella brick driveway?" "Nah," assures Sally. "Solly's a loudmout', but he ain' mixed up in no deals like t'at." "An' you said Heckie's sisteh is gonna be t' one awna skates?" ponders Alice. "Yeh," nods Sally. "I don' know 'eh too well. She useta woik at t' meat coun'eh at t' Bohack's awn Rogehs Aveneh t'eh. You seen it, coupla dooehs down fr'm Ma's. Joe knows 'eh, says she's got a little brot'eh an' a little sisteh she's bringin' up b'sides Heckie. Says 'eh folks useta run a fruit stoeh oveh'rawn Kingston Aveneh till'eh was a fieh, an' -- well, t' kids been awneh own eveh since." "An' she knows how t' rolleh skate," marvels Alice. "T'at's some sisteh." "I neveh act'ch'ly seen'eh skate," admits Sally. "How hawrd c'n it be?" "Ah," ahs Alice, as the train rolls on toward home.....)

("T'ey said I might get some meat inna coupla days," sighs Joe, gazing down at a ruled tablet covered with figures. "But fr'm what'eh sayin', ain' no way I c'n stick t'wa ten cent price f' t' reg'leh, less I get cheapeh meat. An' when I do t'at, I ain' no diffen't'n any ot'eh hamboigeh stan'." "Ye could make'm smallarrr," suggests Ma. "Loike Oi had t'do when ye couldn' get oice cream." "I wen' in one place," frowns Joe, 't'ey chawrge ya fifteen cents f'ra litt'l bitty t'ing. An' ya bite int'wit, an' wawteh squoits out. Y'know what t'at is? T'ey put soybeans innit, groun' up soybeans. Little bitty hamboigeh like t'at an'neh clippin' ya." "Noo matter what'chee loine'a waark," commisserates Ma, "it's a challenge t' stay ahhhn th' squarrre." "I dunno how ya do it," exhales Joe. "It aaaaain't easy," admits Ma, as Heckie enters with the canvas bag.....)

("Bottled in Bond," reads Danny Leary, holding up a just-filled bottle. "Hey, Pop --t'ese labels." "Naaaaht again," sighs Uncle Frank. "Neh," continues Danny. "Inky din' spell nut'n wrawng! C'n ya beat it?" "Moootharr 'a maaarcy," marvels Uncle Frank. "Bottled in Bond," chuckles Danny. "Hey, t'at's rich, ain'it?" "Oi'll have ye knooo," declares Uncle Frank, holding open his coat and pointing to the label, "Oi'm wearrrrin' a Bond suit!")

(The clock in our office doesn't work, so we do.)

(The right field corner at Ebbets Field is 297 feet from home plate, tapering up to 344 feet at the right-center power alley. Fenway Park is 302 feet to the right field corner, but yawns out to 380 feet at the right-center bullpen. Oh how Ted would have thrived in Brooklyn.)

("I lent it to a guy." Responsible gu n ownership there, fella.)

("I'm Mary Worth. I meddle. I interfere. It's what I do.")

(Pity you aren't back in the city, you could rent Madison Square Garden.)

(Yeah, this is more Mary Worth's kind of deal.)

("And sometimes a gat has gittens!")

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

"Chippy the alcoholic baboon??"

"Annnd it's even haaaaardaar t' keep ye business straight with all these amatchoors pookin' tharr noooses in!" -- Ma.

Enjoying yourself, D I C K?

"They were sold out by the time I got there, but bigawd, I peeled 'em right off the salesgirl!"

At least somebody's working.

"Boy, it sure is a good thing he's stupid!"

Without fresh material from time to time, even the most skillful act grows stale.

Yes, Lilacs' real name is "Horace." And Beezie is "Berzelius" and Poison is "Preston," and Shadow is "Alexander." You wonder how Mortimer keeps them all straight.

Well here's two gents who'll never leave this farm alive. So it is written in the book of Molech.

Moon's a bo ob but nobody's more adept at falling into money.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

Williams' home run off Sewell's ridiculous blooper ball is the only time anyone has or ever will homer off that particular version of the pitch. And even more than his adventures in 1941, it will make him a truly national figure.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

You know, Joe, you could have gone into a different line of business....

 

[Fading Fast]

"...t' kids been awneh own eveh since."

So the parents died in the fire? Did I miss that or did it happen "off stage" or before this series started?

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"it's a challenge t' stay ahhhn th' squarrre." "I dunno how ya do it," exhales Joe. "It aaaaain't easy," admits Ma, as Heckie enters with the canvas bag.....

Dear Lord.

Dear Lord, again.

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Pity you aren't back in the city, you could rent Madison Square Garden.

Yet not one picture of "the dress." Say whatever you want about Taylor Swift, that woman gets what she wants.

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"And sometimes a gat has gittens!"

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"Annnd it's even haaaaardaar t' keep ye business straight with all these amatchoors pookin' tharr noooses in!" -- Ma.

It's no fun knowing you could go to jail if a few dials get turned the wrong way at the same time.

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"Boy, it sure is a good thing he's stupid!"

Should've taken the shot when he had the chance. It's right there in the Fedora Lounge Rulebook.

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You know, Joe, you could have gone into a different line of business....

Said every businessman or woman ever at some point – even the most successful ones.

 

[LizzieMaine]

It came up some time last year that back before the war, the Capiellos made the mistake of falling behind on paying their protection money, and an unfortunate sudden fire was the result. The kids got out but the parents weren't so lucky. Kingston Avenue is a tough neighborhood.

 

[Fading Fast]

It came up some time last year that back before the war, the Capiellos made the mistake of falling behind on paying their protection money, and an unfortunate sudden fire was the result. The kids got out but the parents weren't so lucky. Kingston Avenue is a tough neighborhood.

Jesus. So Rosa and Heckie are pulling in enough to keep the four going?

 

[LizzieMaine]

They were, until Rosa got laid off. And Ma wonders why her collections bag seems a little light.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And here, with Bob Elson narrating, are the filmed highlights of the 1946 All Star Game, including Mr. Williams' distinctive accomplishments....

 

[Fading Fast]

And here, with Bob Elson narrating, are the filmed highlights of the 1946 All Star Game, including Mr. Williams' distinctive accomplishments....

I know they are in different leagues now, but no matter what happens, he ain't ever going to throw that pitch to Williams again.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I still haven't forgiven Bill Lee for throwing one to Tony Perez in the World Series.

The beauty of how Williams handled it is that he took the first pitch and figured out exactly where it would be at exactly the right moment in time. And in the few seconds before the next one he calculated to the fraction where he had to be and when he had to swing. That's what separates a sw inger from a hitter.

 

[Harp]

While in law school, I spent a year as overnite attendant for a Chicago south side twenty four hour White Hen convenience store. The franchise owner once related how his Mom, with him in tow, approached Ted Williams and another man after game inside a parking garage, asking a simple autograph but signature declined. His Mom lit into Williams with a vicious tongue lashing.... My boyhood hero!

Terry tossing a twenty round .45 clip is erroneous since throwing might eject precious ammo.
Better nail Slits ankle level to stop then bag n tag. Hong Kong and a week at the Peninsula looks doable.

 

[Farace]

I just realized I had posted about Rickenbackers in the wrong thread. Oops! I’ll go see if it will let me delete it, as it’s completely irrelevant here. (I had wondered where it went when I didn’t see it in that other thread.) sorry!

 

[LizzieMaine]

("So, um..." hesitates Rosa Capiello. "Whatt'cha t'ink?" "Um," ums Joe. "Ya gonna get arrested," snorts Bink. "Choild," exhales Ma. "Wot aaaare ye s'poosta be???" "It's a skatin' skoit!" huffs Rosa. "It's jus' like Sonja Heine weeahs!" "She'd freeze t' deat'!" laughs Bink. "Ummm," repeats Joe. "Awright," acknowledges Rosa. "So I made a few changes. It's summeh. Y'don'need awlat clawt'! It ain' no diff'nt'ney wearin' at Coney Islan'. T'em playsuits!" "Well..." shrugs Joe. "I gotta have freedom'a movemen',"explains Rosa. "I'm gonna be movin' fast! ZIP, out t' t' cawr t' get t' ordehs. ZAP, upta t' windeh t'give ya t' ordeh. ZAM, take t' food t' t' caw, ZOW, back t't' windeh t' get t' nex' tray..." "ZOK!" interrupts Bink. "Whassat?" questions Rosa. "You," snickers Bink, "fawlin' awn ya..." "Wellllll...." sighs Joe. "Mootharr'a maaarcy," agrees Ma....)

("I got anot'eh letteh," declares Alice. "Romeo Krause," chuckles Sally. "No," frowns Alice. "It ain' like t'at. T"is one's from Willie. Lemme read it t'ya." Sally nods assent, and Alice clears her throat. "Deeh Ma,' he stawrts awff," opens Alice. "T'at's me." "Ah," nods Sally. "I am havin' a good time heeh at Camp Ching-ach-g ook. I still don' know why t'ey cawlis Beah Mountain, b'cause I din' see no beahs last yeeh, an'nis yeeh I still have not. I seen a fox, which is like a dawg on'y he's sneaky, an' I din' see a skunk but I smelt one.' Hey, t'at's jus' like --" "Neveh min'," dismisses Sally. "'T'ot'eh kids heeh awr OK,'" resumes Alice. "'T'ez a lotta kids t'at I know from school, but some times I do not reckanize t'em wit' no cloes on. Nobody heeh weahs nut'n but a t-shoit an' shawrts. Even Pap is weahrin' shawrts an' he don' pay no min' when'ney laugh. He blows his whis'le an'ney shut right up. I wish t'at Lottie Schreibstein would shut up. T' goils' camp is awna ot'eh side'a t' lake, but ev'ry night she stan's onna dock an' yells acrost at me. You can heeh'reh awlaway up inna bunk house.'" "Y'notice," snickers Sally, "how quiet t' neighbehood is...?" "'We have got good food heeh,' continues Alice, "'an' when I was helpin' inna kitchen I seen'at some of it was real Awrmy rations. Tell Sergean' Pincus he is missin' out by not havin' a stoeh up heeh, he would clean up. I had betteh stop writin now, it is awrmos time fawr Lottie t'stawrt yellin'. Yawr son, Willie. PS -- I neveh laugh at Pap.'" "T'at'sa pretty good letteh," nods Sally. "I wisht I coulda gone t'camp," sighs Alice. She glances at her friend. "Youd'a been real good at camp, Sal," she comments. "I bet t'ey could heeh you yellin' awlaway t' Peekskill....")

(Coming events...)

(Any good infielders at this youth tourney? Or are they all studying Spanish?)

(Get it in small unmarked bills. Just in case.)

(At least she doesn't smash up police telephone boxes.)

(Get the hose.)

("Listen, you wouldn't have any calamine lotion would you? The mosquitoes here are lethal.")

(IF YOU'RE A DAMN CHICKEN!)

 

[Fading Fast]

Lizzie, hi, other than the "Bo" strip, none of the pictures opened for me on two different computers using two different web browsers and ISPs. Maybe it's still my stuff, but I have a vague memory of this happening once before and you doing something.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Don't forget to tip the baliff on your way out...

Bummy Davis and Edmund Wilson on the same page. That's 1946.


Enjoy it while you can, son...

Russell Stamm has also been wondering about those two.

Dark Money.

Gawdawmighty, it's the Old Bible ****.

Business is business.

"Hang around a while."

"And don't forget the gallon jug of iodine. Remember last summer."

These night court magistrates need their sleep.

 

[LizzieMaine]

And also...

("Y' didn't go t' Mexico, Pete," comments a fellow member of the San Diego Padres. "How come?" "Eh," ehs Pete Coscarart. "I live in Escondido. I can take th' bus to work." He sighs as he dons his jersey for the day's game, an aging veteran wondering if he'll ever see the big time again. "But sometimes," he muses, "I still dream about Brooklyn. Those fans. Did I ever tell you 'bout this one gal...")

And in the Worker...

(Coming Events...)

 

[LizzieMaine]

Should be OK now. A confluence of weirdness on my end.