Here’s to Fess Parker (August 16, 1924 – March 18, 2010).
When Disney’s semi-historical series on Davy Crockett ran out (Crockett was killed at the Alamo), Fess Parker had garnered a lot of fans. What to do next? Cast him as Daniel Boone, of course.
As Daniel Boone, Fess Parker’s costar was Ed Ames, who portrayed an Indian scout. Here he is demonstrating his famous hatchet throwing skills.
Have a great weekend folks, and R.I.P. Mr Parker.
Earlier today (19 March 2010), Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi invoked a prayer to St. Joseph for help in passing the Health Care debacle. Not being Catholic, I couldn’t remember who he was the patron saint of besides children’s aspirin, so I decided to check Wikipuddlia.
Here’s the entry for St. Joseph:
Further down, under Sainthood, we find this:
Here’s the pertinent paragraph enlarged.
Now click on that image. It’s on Wikipedia, so it’s got to be true… heh. My initial reaction was that some wag edited the Wiki for fun, BUT WAIT! IT’S TRUE!
From The Washington Times:
Seeking to shore up support for her embattled health bill, House Speaker Nancy Pelosi today announced it was the feast of Saint Joseph the Worker, adding “We pray to Saint Joseph to benefit the workers of America which is what our health bill would do.”
Problem is, March 19 is indeed the feast day of Saint Joseph, foster-father of Jesus. But the actual feast of St. Joseph the Worker (same man, two ways of commemorating him) comes in six weeks. Set for May 1, it was introduced by Pope Pius XII in 1955 to counteract May Day, the high holiday for communist and socialist workers.
So, Wikipedia is right, Nancy blew it twice in one swell foop, and Joe Biden’s disease is contagious.
[Crossposted here.]
This would be a good neighborhood to run an automotive body shop/medical clinic combo business.
[Original image here.]
Nice version of Nell Flaherty’s Drake. Here’s Tommy Makem & the Clancy Brothers’ version.
[Related post with words here.]
They don’t need no stinkin’ glasses to see Avatar in 3D. I’d advise against taking them though, as they’d likely spend the entire movie leaping through the theater trying to take out the blue tails swinging just inches over your head.
(Okay, I haven’t seen the movie, but there’s gotta be blue tails swinging just inches over your head, right? Otherwise, what’s the point?)
Amy Oops found this happy guy.
I’d forgotten all about Ella Mae Morse until I restumbled upon her here. Freddy “Daddy” Slack, along with Ray McKinley and Will Bradley provided the backup. The Will Bradley Trio was a small big band that never quite found their niche, but left a big mark.
Never heard of ’em? Try this.
Here’s Maurice Rocco, a poundin’ on the whites and a slappin’ on the blacks in this version of McKinley & Bradley’s classic “Beat Me, Daddy, Eight To The Bar.” (See any influence on Little Richard or Jerry Lee Lewis there?)
Meanwhile, here’s Commander Cody, Jerry Garcia, Elvis Costello and Sammy Hagar, all in one pile of stuff that you’re probably glad you didn’t pay to see. Good god that’s embarassing. I’ll tell you the truth, I didn’t listen to the whole trainwreck either. My heroes are gone… except for one.
Tacky Raccoons 