Glimpsed in a reflection, he saw himself as he must look to the world: bewildered, as if expecting a final blow to the head. (via)
Click to hear Dean Martin sing Ain’t That a Kick in the Head
It all works out in the end.
If it hasn’t worked out yet, it’s not the end.
I heard that phrase on The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It’s not the end yet.
I grew up in the Let’s Get Small era. I knew every word and every gesture that Steve Martin did. My friends and I would act out King Tut randomly throughout the day. In 1978, I parked by the Union Stock Yards along with thousands of crazy Steve Martin fans and saw Steve Goodman open for him in a sold-out International Amphitheater.
And to this day I still sing, “Be obsequious, purple, and clairvoyant” when it suits the occasion. (Believe me, I wedge those words in somehow.) So I smiled this morning when by chance I heard Grandmother’s Song. I knew every word. Strange how that works that I can remember something so vividly from 35 years ago. But I still forget the milk.
My brother-in-law, Jim Demmer, was inducted into the Western Dubuque High School Hall of Fame this past weekend.
Jim taught English and Social Studies. He even taught one of my sisters-in-law (not the one he married, lol). Jim was a great teacher — and is the funniest guy I’ve ever known.
And he got a parade. That’s too cool. Way to go, Jim!
