Getting Older You know you are getting old when you stoop to tie your shoes and afterwards wonder what else you can do while you're down there...
<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lkqz3lpUBp0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lkqz3lpUBp0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> The first part of this is the famous Harold Lloyd. Harold was one of the most popular silent comedians, lost some fingers in a stunt explosion, had an extensive porn collection. Talking about being ahead of his time. You 'll recognize the passenger as a very fit 33 year old Bambino, Babe Ruth. A lot of Lloyd's stuff had Yankee stuff in it. But I always marvel at the stunts in these movies, think about new york in 1928 in terms of market history. It really is kinda neat. You guys living in the city now........ this is fascinating. BTW, air conditionng didn't really show up commercially until the early 30's, and then only in the movies. Different living, man.
Quick. How many posts have you started with "seriously"????LOL If you like period stuff like that, and want to see how people lived in the depression, get the uncut "Baby Face" with Barbara Stanwyck. It was put out before the Hays Commissioni. They cut it after thefact. You can now get an uncut version. She is a really hot 22 years old, and bones her way to the top, from railroad conductors to bank presidents. What an amazing piece of film. They really screwed up movies with that Hays commission. Instead of having a narrative of that period of time, we have miles of celluloid bullshit. It's amazing how suggestive the movie is without a trace of skin.
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Johnny was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church. The seven-year-old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning son." "Good morning pastor" replied the young man, focused on the plaque. "Sir, what is this?" Johnny asked. "Well son, these are all the people who have died in the service," replied the pastor. Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Little Johnny's voice barely broke the silence when he asked quietly, "Which one sir, the 8:30 or the 10:30 service?"
Yes, but it's a peaceful death, only disturbed by the passing of the plate, with parishiners staring at the seeming Schnoorer. (Yiddish for mooch, cheapskate).