I am spending most of my birthday today at work here in Newport.
I cant believe I am 32. I still look like hmm, maybe 18?
Thank God I have some gray here and there to take away from my baby face.
My parents, neighbors, and maybe some friends plan to go to the Naples Rib company for dinner tonight. Pictures and library stories to follow.
I tried to find the entire short, but for your enjoyment here is a montage of one of my fave Laurel and Hardy films: The Music Box. It doesn't have the scene I was looking for that dealt with birthdays!
"It was a gift for you on your birthday!"
"Pianos, why I'm nuts about them!"
"Just sign here. Service with a smile!
JR
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
random explanation
So I've had this blog for over two years, but have never really written anything. Do I really want everyone to know what is going on? Do I really have that many opinions? Do I really have the time to write every day ? Will I even remember what to write?
So with all that considered, I figured the easiest thing for me to do in the first legit post would be to explain the names, pics, etc.
Ever since I was a kid, I did an impression of an old country man.
It wasn't until well into my 20's that we figured out it was a dead on Walter Brennan. If you don't know who Walter Brennan is, then I suggest you IMDB or Wikipedia him(I'll do you a favor: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Brennan).
So my dad and I are driving somewhere around Billings, Montana on an errand probably while visiting my sister, and on the radio comes this song, the great song by Walter Brennan, that was a top hit in 1962. So my dad rushes to turn up the volume, and I hear the sad tale:
From then on I was hooked.
Walter was one of the great actors of all time, including the first to win 3 Academy Awards, and the only to win 3 for best supporting actor.
I cannot wait to karaoke the song.
So there it is. The first post is done. WHEW!
So with all that considered, I figured the easiest thing for me to do in the first legit post would be to explain the names, pics, etc.
Ever since I was a kid, I did an impression of an old country man.
It wasn't until well into my 20's that we figured out it was a dead on Walter Brennan. If you don't know who Walter Brennan is, then I suggest you IMDB or Wikipedia him(I'll do you a favor: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Brennan).
So my dad and I are driving somewhere around Billings, Montana on an errand probably while visiting my sister, and on the radio comes this song, the great song by Walter Brennan, that was a top hit in 1962. So my dad rushes to turn up the volume, and I hear the sad tale:
"How old was I when I first seen old Rivers?
I can't remember when he weren't around
Well, that old fellow did a heap of work
Spent his whole life walking plowed ground.
He had a one-room shack not far from us
And well, we was about as poor as him
He had one old mule he called Midnight
And I'd trailed along after them.
He used to plow them rows straight and deep
And I'd come along near behind
A-bustin' up clods with my own bare feet
Old Rivers was a friend of mine.
That sun'd get high and that mule would work
Till old Rivers'd say, ''Whoa!''
He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins
And talk about a place he was gonna go.
Chorus:
He'd say, one of these days
I'm gonna climb that mountain
Walk up there among the clouds
Where the cotton's high
And the corn's a-growin'
And there ain't no fields to plow.
I got a letter today from the folks back home and
They're all fine and crops is dry
Down at the end my mama said, ''Son
You know old Rivers died.''
Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earth
Trying to find me a little shade
With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me.
Now, one of these days
I'm gonna climb that mountain
Walk up there among the clouds
Where the cotton's high
And the corn's a-growin'
And there ain't no fields to plow.
With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me..."
I can't remember when he weren't around
Well, that old fellow did a heap of work
Spent his whole life walking plowed ground.
He had a one-room shack not far from us
And well, we was about as poor as him
He had one old mule he called Midnight
And I'd trailed along after them.
He used to plow them rows straight and deep
And I'd come along near behind
A-bustin' up clods with my own bare feet
Old Rivers was a friend of mine.
That sun'd get high and that mule would work
Till old Rivers'd say, ''Whoa!''
He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins
And talk about a place he was gonna go.
Chorus:
He'd say, one of these days
I'm gonna climb that mountain
Walk up there among the clouds
Where the cotton's high
And the corn's a-growin'
And there ain't no fields to plow.
I got a letter today from the folks back home and
They're all fine and crops is dry
Down at the end my mama said, ''Son
You know old Rivers died.''
Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earth
Trying to find me a little shade
With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me.
Now, one of these days
I'm gonna climb that mountain
Walk up there among the clouds
Where the cotton's high
And the corn's a-growin'
And there ain't no fields to plow.
With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
That mule, old Rivers and me..."
From then on I was hooked.
Walter was one of the great actors of all time, including the first to win 3 Academy Awards, and the only to win 3 for best supporting actor.
I cannot wait to karaoke the song.
So there it is. The first post is done. WHEW!
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