Archive: November, 2007
Sure they have two World Series rings and three from the Supes just in this decade. They also have too much time on their hands. Witness the entitled attitudes when A.J. Daulerio pokes a stick at Belichick and Brady, and the Athenians of America strike back. The action is in the comments.
(Yes, we're from there, but we're the sort of lovable losing Red Sox fan of the previous century.)
"It's hot today. Not a cloud in the sky. Really beautiful."
"What do you expect," I mutter. "It's Florida." Just because it's pleasant doesn't mean it's not hell.
It's started. WXPN's got some listener's holiday playlist on, and it begins well enough with Cheryl Wheeler's "Driving Home," which is appropriately dreamy, but it moves like a car stuck in traffic. Next comes a version of "Tobacco Road." This is a Southern gothic tale, not my soundtrack.
My personal favorite goes back to 1988, a 90-minute mixed tape called Music for An Expectant Thanksgiving, and it was -- the whole extended family gathering in Connecticut, surrounding my wife who was pregnant with twins.
It was a vibe, not a overly Thanksgivingy or thematic mix -- Richard Thompson's "Waltzing for Dreamers," Bruce Springsteen's "Valentine's Day" ("what scares me is losing you"), John Hiatt's "I Stood Up." Slow, warm, glowing. I'd play it today if I still had the tape player connected.
Obits for the speed-talking Philly radio pioneer made reference to his legendary generosity.
Clark emailed a tale from the service that gives a taste of the Lit way:
CALLING ALL MY BEATS, beards, Buddhist cats, big-time spenders, money lenders, teetotalers, elbow benders, hog callers, home-run hitters, finger-poppin' daddys and cool babysitters.
Lots of fast-acting words written over the past few days to honor Hy Lit, the pioneering Philly DJ who signed off for good Saturday at age 73.
From Sydney, Australia comes this little gift of political correctness.
Santas have been told to find another way to greet children because the time-honored "ho ho ho" might be offensive to women. Comes from a Daily Telegraph report:
One disgruntled Santa told the newspaper a recruitment firm warned him not to use "ho ho ho" because it could frighten children and was too close to "ho", a US slang term for prostitute.
I was killing time at my editor's desk, impressing her with some of my favorite opening lines from songs, and quoted Lloyd Cole and The Commotion's near-perfect:
She crossed herself as she put on her fins .....
Sally worked under Mal -- a founder of the Philadelphia Association of Black Journalists -- while a student at Annenberg, and uses her space today to relate a Brush with History Itself that Mal related.
In it, we learn a very juicy version of really happened behind the scenes to make John F. Kennedy triumph over sweaty, shadowy Richard M. Nixon during that 1960 debate that boosted TV's distorting influence.