Stirling Moss on What’s My Line? in 1958.

Meanwhile, in France....

“It looks like a seahorse and sounds like a canned fiddle. One, alone, gnaws at a funny bone, but six, ranging from a little one, with the voice of a deflating rubber bladder, to a paternal one that croaks like a musical bullfrog, are too much for any audience.”

Sounds an awful lot like CFIT.

Hear hear!

I wouldn’t say I’ll be missing them.....

Shoot him in the legs. 

That is an exceptional photograph. 

I don’t think I’ll ever get over Macho Grande....

Status and toys. My wife and I went looking for a replacement for our 2003 Odyssey. The salesperson could only talk about all the electronic whizbang gizmos and couldn’t answer basic questions about the powertrain. 

Watch that hand, buddy.

His music ones are always spot on and, as a professional musician, absolutely appreciated. I’ve never read Larson’s bio, but he must have played in band as a kid or in college. 

My son’s high school team played against a team last Friday that fielded a one-armed center. He played well. It will be interesting to see if he can play at the next level. 

Use a trash can instead.

He lost it at the last second, and had the trajectory. He put his glove where he thought it would be. And it was.

He’s going to have to redouble his efforts. Wait, doesn’t that mean quadruple?

Serpens, a Liberty wartime transport ship 424 feet long and displacing 14,250 tons, practically disappeared in the blink of an eye. The ship, save for a section of the bow, disappeared from the face of the earth.

Have you seen our president?

Still, in modern times, it can be a bit difficult to follow the the physical route.