Randy Twizzle

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"Johnson Paint" at Mass Ave used to be one of the best. If your gonna say "hey" you better be prepared! Tony would have been impressed. Yeah well it was my first visit to Boston in 20 years and I knew nothing, and having seen Tony at least 4 other times in NY I felt we were old friends. In fact each time I've seen him I've said "Hey Tony" He's the kind of kind of guy that inspires that kind of neigborhood familiarity. Though admittedly this was the first time he ever responded to my Hey

Instead of naming musicians who I might recognize here's some that I did recognize: Barry Harris coming out of an OTB parlor in Times Square, Red Rodney standing in front of a Broadway theatre, Dexter Gordon walking down 5th Avenue, Kenny Washington in J&R and Joe Pass in a Chicago hotel elevator. I've also seen Tony Bennett several times in Manhattan and once on Newbury St in Boston. In Boston after I said "Hey Tony" he stopped and asked me if I knew where there was an art supply store in the area. I didn't know.

Vido Musso and Boots Mussulli

Or he can sign Jayne's guestbook.

How right you are. According to his Times obituary among the people at Bradley's bedside at the time of his death was that noted black nationalist Jimmy Buffett

In 1969 working at Newsradio 88 in NYC

Do you really think that someone so obsessed with an issue that he's willing to kill himself in such a gruesome manner is going to sit around and wait until the final results in the Virginia senate race are available before he decides whether to set himself on fire.

Well even if it's true I don't understand why opening the slot and wedging the mail in it was any safer than opening the slot and quickly pushing the mail all the way through.

I lived in an apartment that had a mail slot on the front door. After years of having the mail pushed all the way in to my apartment the mailman started sticking the mail half in and half out of the slot. This greatly increased the risk of someone coming along and stealing my mail. When I called the post office to complain, after my note to the mailmanwas ignored, the local supervisor told me that many people in my area had dogs and that the mailman was probably leery of getting bitten if he pushed the mail all the way in. I told her that was the stupidest excuse I've ever heard and she hung up on me.

BY WAYNE PARRY Star-Ledger Staff A fisherman who found a bag of 300 letters to God floating in the ocean off Atlantic City will give most of them to the daughter of the dead minister for whom they were intended. Bill Lacovara, a Ventnor insurance adjuster, said yesterday he plans to give the letters to Vanessa Cooper, the daughter of Rev. Grady Cooper, a former associate pastor of the Mount Calvary Baptist Church in Jersey City who died nearly two years ago. Lacovara found the letters in a shopping bag in the surf under the Steel Pier last month. About 150 of the letters were too damaged by the water to be legible. He placed the remaining ones up for auction on eBay, but canceled the auction after more than 25 people pushed the price past $550. He said he and his family have received many hostile letters and phone calls from people upset that the letters were put up for auction, and said it never was his intention to profit from them. "I apologize to anyone who was insulted," he said. "It was never my intention to offend anyone. I was looking at these more like antiques." Lacovara said he heard from individuals and churches across the country who were interested in obtaining the letters so their own congregations could pray over them. Many of the letters were addressed to the Rev. Cooper, but many more simply said "Altar." According to the text of several of the letters, they were intended to be placed on a church's altar and prayed over by the minister, the congregation or both. It's still not clear how the letters, some dating to 1973 and most unopened, ended up in the ocean. Lacovara speculated that someone cleaning out Cooper's former home found the letters and, instead of tossing them in the garbage, set them out to sea as a sort of final tribute to the authors. Vanessa Cooper could not be located for comment yesterday. Lacovara said he will probably ask her to meet him next week on the beach by the Steel Pier -- the same spot where he found the letters.

What were you wearing when you found this out? How hard was it... to find this out? Were your buttocks clenched in disapointment?

I think the day will soon come when people who use dude in conversation will seem as silly as those who once bought Mitch Miller records.

My grandmother loved him. One of my earliest memories was of sitting with her while she watched "Sing Along with Mitch." She didn't sing along because until her dying day she had trouble with the English language, but she loved MM and that's good enough for me. Of course Frank Sinatra hated Miller with a passion because he sabotaged Sinatra's Columbia recording career, but Grandma Libby didn't travel in Sinatra's circle.

He's obviously trying hard to become one of those supposedly lovable NY characters that people write about in the Times' Metropolitan Diary ("You can imagine my surprise when I was awakened at 4:45 by a man playing a tuba...") Buy a rottweiler..

Never mind the R&R HOF, let's celebrate Joan Jett, Perry Como, Twisted Sister, KISS and John Coltrane, among the first inductees in the Long Island Music Hall of Fame

Vic was arrested with Louis Armstrong in the early 30s while both were smoking a joint in the parking lot of a club. http://www.ukcia.org/potculture/30/louis.html

Mickey Rooney always comes up short

I remember sitting at the bar of Syracuse's Casa de Lisa Lounge on Erie Blvd East in 1977, listening to the bartender telling another customer that she was looking forward to seeing Natalie Cole next week. After that it's all a blur. [End of Anecdote]

From the Lord Discography

File this under traumatic job interview When I was a high school junior a friend arranged for me to get a job at the drive-in movie snack bar where he worked. All I had to do was go to the drive-in, fill out an application, meet the manager and the job was mine. I dutifully filled out the form and met the manager who started to explain what the job entailed. About half way through his spiel, he stopped and angrily asked me why I was laughing at him (I wasn't), ripped my application in half and told me to get the hell out before he punched me in the mouth. The next week he told my friend that maybe he had misjudged me and if I wanted to reapply he'd meet with me again. I declined.

Why not just do away with the whole post-season and give the team with the best win/loss record the trophy. If there's a tie they can play a one game playoff. That way the anal retentive statheads can go into the off season with a feeling of closure.

It's certainly much more impressive than this....