Tag: elvis

Short-shorts are coming back

Short-shorts are coming back

Photo: The NBA’s Hawks. Note, this is not this year’s team. It’s the St. Louis Hawks of the 1950s. Just in case you were confused. A lot of important things happened in 1957. The Braves won the World Series … the Milwaukee Braves, that is. And the Hawks made the NBA Finals before losing to the Celtics … the St. Louis Hawks, that is, of course. And John Pulman won the World Snooker Championship in a hard-fought 39-34 victory over Jackie Rea. Something else happened in 1957 that had way more folks snickerin’ than snookerin’ — a band called The […]

I’m about to do something these greats never did

I’m about to do something these greats never did

This coming Saturday, I’ll be celebrating a milestone birthday at the beach with a handful of family members. I promise to practice social distancing while there, something I’ve been practicing at the beach (and everywhere else) for the last 49 years or so. Yes, I’ll be turning 50 — a bit of a miracle given some close calls with car crashes, kayaking accidents and 20 years of battling our nation’s greedy health care system. Well, I assume I’ll make it to Saturday. It is 2020, after all, so any day now the super volcano under Yellowstone will erupt (it’s due) […]

Keep your hands to yourself

Keep your hands to yourself

One of the main messages surrounding the coronavirus outbreak is that hands are nasty. Your hands. Everybody else’s hands. And especially any hands that were at CPAC. So, wash your hands. Don’t touch your face. Don’t high-five anyone. Don’t play thumb wars. And, above all, don’t shake hands. With anyone. Ever. That last little bit of advice is a little tricky for most folks. When I was a young man, the importance of a handshake and doing it right was drilled into me. Be firm, but don’t squeeze. Look them in the eyes while you shake their hands. And, hand-buzzers […]

TRAVELOGUE: Memphis, Elvis, BBQ and the birth of rock ‘n’ roll

TRAVELOGUE: Memphis, Elvis, BBQ and the birth of rock ‘n’ roll

About 10 days ago, I set out for a place I’d never been — Memphis, Tennessee — with a couple of women who are big fans of some guy named Elvis Presley, who is some sort of music or movie star, or a gas station attendant, depending on what magazine covers you like to peruse in the supermarket checkout aisle. My Mom and my wife Shellie are both Elvis fans, so this trip was for them — especially my Mom who recently had a milestone birthday. My Mom is such a huge Elvis fan that my son hated to break […]