The Wicked Pickett


You know what the sad thing was for me about Wilson Pickett’s death? Besides the fact that he was only 64 when he died of a heart attack, that is?
It was that when somebody told me, another person nearby said, “Who was that?” I’m sure she was familiar with “In the Midnight Hour” or “Funky Broadway” or “Land of 1000 Dances” or “Mustang Sally” – by somebody else: by the Young Rascals or from the Commitments movie or a covers band. Of course, Wilson was also a great interpreter of music such as “Hey Jude” and “It’s Too Late.”

Lake 54


When we bought our house almost six years ago, we noted that there used to be a built-in, in-ground swimming pool. The folks from whom we bought the house had it paved over. Actually, bricked over, and they installed a post that contains an electrical plug. One can use the area as a type of patio.

We visited the house several times before we bought it, but what we never noticed until the house was ours was that when it rains extensively, as it did all day yesterday, the area starts to fill up rapidly with water. We started calling it Lake 54, in honor of a NYC nightclub I never went to. It fills up to about five inches, but no more than that, not because of drainage, but because it then leaks into our next door neighbor’s yard. Fortunately, we can shut off the electricity from the house.

Our new next door neighbors, who I have seen but not yet met, closed on the house on Tuesday. Tuesday night, the gentleman was out chopping the the snow and ice off his front walk, something the previous owners did sparingly at best. Of course, given the subsequent deluge, it turned out to be totally unnecessary. Still, we already feel that they’ll be good neighbors. So, what’s a little gushing water twixt houses? Welcome, new neighbors!

(Pic from FolkArt Crafts.)

It’s really not about Hugo Chavez


Yeah, you know who he is? The President of Venezuela who the Wall Street Journal is worried about because of his relationship with the Iranians, and who taunted the U.S. President this summer, after some proclaimed Christian suggested putting a hit on the Latin leader. After Pat Robertson made his views known about Katrina, the Supreme Court and Ariel Sharon, some folks started to suggest, as someone used to say, “That’s just crazy talk!” Mark Evanier wondered if Robertson isn’t crazy like a fox.
A couple buds of mine were wondering if the minister, now in his mid 70s, might not be “losing it”. Well, THAT can’t be it; the man is so fit that he can leg-press a ton!

Then, I read in Greg’s column about Harry Belafonte, while visiting Hugo Chavez (of course) attacking the American President. Greg wasn’t pleased. (I’d disagree with the assessment that Belafonte’s only a “calypso singer”; he was a vital player in the American civil rights movement. But as usual, I digress.)

So, I got to wondering: who DO we want to speak for us? If wrestler Hulk Hogan were to go out speechifying, we’d probably laugh, but if Jesse Ventura, once in the same profession, but most recently governor of Minnesota and a model for third party politics, wants to say something, there are people would listen. Or a B-actor makes a speech at the 1964 Republican convention and becomes governor of California a couple years later.

But it can’t be politicians we want. We don’t trust politicians.

Some people seemed to have trouble with performers speaking their minds, based on the popularity of these cards.

So who gets to speak? In this age of talk radio, reality TV, and blogs, it seems EVERYONE gets to speak. So Rev. Pat, Hugo, Harry the calypso guy, Barbra Streisand, Hulk Hogan, chat away. It’s our job to try to filter out the wheat from the chaff.

Ben Franklin Says

The picture above is NOT Ben Franklin, but then you knew that. (Didn’t you?) The photo is of the late Elizabeth Montgomery, star of the TV show Bewitched, which ran on ABC from 1964 through 1972. She played Samantha Stevens, a witch married to a mortal.

Two of the show’s episodes, though, featured Ben Franklin. In the first, My Friend Ben, “Aunt Clara accidentally summons Benjamin to help Samantha fix her lamp.” In the follow-up, Samantha for the Defense, Sam defends Ben “at his trial when he is accused of stealing a fire engine.”

Truth is, I don’t remember either of these plots – I found the descriptions in a book called Television Comedy Series by Joel Eisner and David Krinsky. I don’t even know which husband Darrin was on- the late Dick York (who starred 1964-69) or the late Dick Sargeant, though it was probably the former. What I DO remember, however, was VERY important in my view of life at the time. Ben says to Sam that he is, by nature, a pessimist, because when good things happen, he is always pleasantly surprised.

I didn’t know if that quote was truly said by the real Franklin, but it seemed to make a lot of sense, so I adopted it as part of my mantra. For years. Actually, for decades. What’s really peculiar about it is that I had totally forgotten about it until fairly recently.

I did find a list of Franklin quotes. One was: “Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.” It seemed to capture the same spirit as my guiding quote.

So, the inventor, publisher, composer and diplomat, who was born 300 years ago today, is best remembered by me from an alleged quote from a TV sitcom from four decades ago.

MLK Speech


For me personally, Martin Luther King’s most important speech wasn’t the I Have a Dream Speech. Nor was it the letter from a Birmingham jail.

It was this 1967 speech, the deliverance of which really ticked off Lyndon Johnson and not a few black leaders as well. I didn’t hear it until after he died the following year, but it turned out to become massively important in my life.
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A 2005 sermon appropriate for the day.

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