Archive for March 5th, 2014

Lenny …

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

Yesterday’s “Tomorrow”

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

Starting kindergarten didn’t make me happy because I knew I could no longer sit on the ‘sofa’ with my Mom every weekday around noon to watch “Search for Tomorrow.” I felt sad about that; I’m sure she did too.

“Search for Tomorrow” was the longest running soap opera on American television. It started airing on Monday, September 3, 1951 and continued until the final episode on Friday, December 26, 1986. That’s over 35-years – 9,130 episodes. And what were the final lines – on the final show – on that day after Christmas, 1986? “Joanne Tate” the show’s star for its entire run, is asked, “What are you searching for, Joanne?” Her reply? “Tomorrow.” (MUSIC UP- FADE TO BLACK ).

It hardly seemed worth the wait. But nothing is only what it seems. I’ll never think about that dumb show without thinking of sitting on our sofa with my Mom over a half-century ago.

She Shot Herself Again

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

ishotmyself.com

Niagara Falls Ice At Night

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

Photo by Michael Murak

www.niagarafallstourism.com

Don’t Be An Ash-hole

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

It would not be a good idea today to wipe that  unattractive smudge from your friend’s forehead. Today is Ash Wednesday – an important Holy Day for Catholics.

Of course, few Catholics remember why they get the smudge. I think it has something to do with the day America converted from coal to electricity,  or a remembrance of the day Tammi Faye Baker converted to Catholicism, or what you would look like after confessing to a mortal sin on Saturday afternoon, doing your penance – getting to third base with your girl Saturday night – then dying in a horrible car accident before you got to Communion Sunday morning. I forget – something like that.

Foreheads get a lot of play in different cultures.  Indians get color-coded dots – which is why we sensitively call them “dotheads.”  Muslims wrap them in turbans (“towelheads.”)  And there are a few which believe the forehead holds a “third eye.”  Holy optometrist!  OK – so I forgot the name of triple eyeballers.  Give me a break – I’m Italian! (slapping his forehead.)