The Supremes, Gladys Knight, Mahalia Jackson, Mother Maybelle Carter, Aretha Franklin, Cass Elliott....

Do NOT taunt Happy Fun Ball.

I have often said that a well-written cookbook is more important than a great novel. I hope to see more of these, please consider Vincent Price’s A Treasury Of Great Recipes. (Unless you have already, in which case I apologize for my ignorance.)

Picture it: 1972, movie of the week. That Certain Summer, a movie that may not be as good as I recall. Hal Holbrook and Martin Sheen as life partners. It was a different world and in many ways I am glad it is gone.

“Never buy a car on its first year of release. They haven’t found the bugs to fix yet.” — my dad

I began reading the article, and neither rye nor pumpernickel were anyone’s first choice.

Point made. I was incorrect in the deliberate infection. Leaving it wrong to make sure your point is properly in context.

It always makes me wonder is there are any “conspiracy theories” that have a basis in reality.

Now that I literally have all the time in the world allotted to me, I started digging through my queues. Interesting how have a streaming service puts me in the mindset of “Nope, this is just poor” and clicking out. Maybe it was in The Old Days when physical media had to be rooted out, rented/purchased/borrowed, then…

And the original (and best) Rose tinted glasses should be worn by...

It is just the thing to pick up around Cinco.

Good God, I didn’t realize how much I missed The Mary Tyler Moore Show.

Oh, I get it. I just don’t care for cracker thin crust pizza.

Any ginger ale/beer that has more ginger than lemon.

Counterpoint:

Rasta-fy or die!

I wish to relinquish the floor to the gentleman from Georgia: