Little Stevie Wonder

June 22, 1963 marked the release of Little Stevie Wonder's hit single Fingertips, Pt. 2. This song was Motown's second big record and really put them on the map.

I can assure you youngsters that this record of Stevie's was as fresh and tantalizing and mezmerizing and groundbreaking as The Beatle's first hits.


If It Was My Home

I haven't seen many (any?) blogosphere posts about the Gulf disaster. We're too busy, I guess, dealing with a red leather fetish or how our front yard looks to the neighbors or if the crease in our pants is crisp enough and if our hankie poofs just so in our breast pocket. And, I suspect we are totally in denial.

This blog world of ours is supposed to be uplifting, upbeat, totally rad and a lot more including fun. There are just so many problems in our lives, in our world, in our country, no matter how much of a Lucky Dog we are. It's easy to become deaf, dumb and blind to other's situations.

I don't know about you, but I am often overwhelmed with the multitude of misery in the world and sometimes I question whether we Homo Sapiens are any smarter than a snake. So, as penance for our blocking out what our brethren in the Gulf region are dealing with, go to the site below and type in your hometown and get an understanding of just how awful this spill is.


Tush Thursday

A Brief Thursday Morning Conversation

The sun was beginning to stream through the open window. There was a soft, San Francisco breeze. Carla, the brunette, was dressed in her favorite tight black skirt and top set with a white silk camisole underneath. Her "big meeting outfit", she called it. She loved the way silk felt on her breasts. That sensation kept her sharp and focused while the effect of her erect nipples kept the mogul on the other side of the boardroom table off balance.

Carla applied her lipstick and went over to the bed where Maude, the blonde, lay awaking from a satisfied sleep. Carla bent down and kissed the blonde's bottom. "Beautiful," she mused to herself.

"Maudie, I'm leaving. Don't forget your Brazilian appointment today."

There was silence until the blonde moved slightly and replied in a soft, sleepy-child voice.

"OK... Can I get a pedicure, too?"

"Sure, why not," Carla absentmindedly replied as she rushed out of the bedroom. "Just as long as you get the Brazilian done," she said to herself, smiling.


Duke Snider's Replacement--Both Of Them

Willie Davis was found dead March 9th. I missed it. He was 69. You would not know the name if not of a certain age and/or a baseball fan. Willie Davis was a great center fielder for my beloved LA Dodgers in the 60's, replacing Duke Snider. The link will extol his baseball virtues. I remember him well, as a teammate to Sandy Koufax, Don Drysdale, John Roseboro, Maury Wills and others.

So, can you imagine replacing someone like Snider, or Mickey or Ted or Willie? I've had the pleasure to know someone who did replace a beloved star, however briefly.

I found out quite by accident. One would have never thought this small, short, soft-spoken gentleman with a scraggly beard and worn brown teeth from constant pipe smoking could have been athletic at all in his youth. And besides, he was a professor at UNC. There's no professors in baseball...right Tom Hanks?

During a lull waiting for our tailor to finish marking a sport coat for him I happened to mention that my family had season tickets to Durham Bulls baseball and that we were attending that night. Did he like baseball, I asked?

"Oh, yes," he replied in his soft, kind and gentle voice. "I enjoy the game very much. In fact, I played a little organized ball in my youth." His reply seemed so off-handed and without a trace of braggadocio that my first thought was city league softball.

"Ah, what was your position?" I asked. Center field. "And where was this?" I continued with a small-talk tone. "Well, several places but primarily Montreal."


"Oh, yes. You see, I was in the Dodger organization and Montreal was--"

"Triple A!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, Triple A," he said calmly with just a proper hint of pride and reminiscence in his voice.

"Did you ever--"

"Make it to the Bigs?" he interrupted. "Oh yes, but just a cup of coffee. I was called up for about two weeks but then the Korean War beckoned and several rounds from a machine gun placement we were trying to eliminate shattered my leg and that was the end of center field and baseball."

"Damn," I said, after a reasonable amount of silence. "I'm sorry..."

"Oh, it's alright. Nothing much would have come of it. I was backing up Duke Snider, you see, and there was another fellow ahead of me on the Dodger bench that was quite a talent."

We finished our business and as he reached the door he paused, turned and took the pipe from his mouth and said: "Oh, I should have mentioned...I hit a homer my only big league at bat!" He smiled mischievously, threw up a little soft salute and he was out the door.

Willie Davis was found dead March 9th. and I missed it. Almost.


Tartan Tuesday, Meet Tush Thursday

A very interesting blog by Admiral Cod often presents a nice little photo of a lovely young woman dressed or undressed in some form of Tartan Plaid. Not (as ADG @ Maxminimus would say) nekkid, but worthy of admiration. The Admiral calls his (not every) Tuesday post "Tartan Tuesday."

He gets tons of positive comments on Tuesday. And ADG seems to like Tuesdays. A lot. Which got me to thinkin' (trouble)...

A marketing coup from my college days involved bar tending for a new, upstart bar that wanted to attract the college crowd away from the incumbent, the Rainbow Club. As some considered this Lucky Pup a BMOVSC (big man on very small campus), a real rounder named Mack hired me to make that happen. Along with a bumper sticker under dorm door campaign (Mack's Tavern: Somewhere Over The Rainbow) I suggested to Mack that we get their weekly beer stipend before the Rainbow could. Well, The Rainbow had a Wednesday happy hour from 6-12pm. Ok, we'll have Mack's happy hour 12-12 on Tuesday. It worked, and soon Mack and I created a very good following every night.

So, (here's the thinkin' part) as a fledgling blogger searching for readers and followers, maybe I can not usurp The Admiral but rather (and in the blogosphere fraternity spirit--even though I've not been invited to pledge) act in compliment with Cod and humbly provide another shot of eye candy. So, in the Mack's Tavern tradition (here comes the trouble part) Mammary Monday was born! By the brain in my little head. Then, I considered the consequences (W.I.F.E. and others) of thinkin' with the little head instead of the big head and settled on the tamer yet still tantalizing Tush Thursday. The Admiral can be first. I'm sure there will be eye candy stipend left on Thursdays.

Comments from readers will tell the tail--I mean tale and lead me onward or toward scrapping the whole scheme. Somebody tell ADG.