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Very sorry to hear that, but he did at least live a long life and having Melina Mercouri for wife added much to it. I did not know Jues well, but we met a few times and had long conversations, mainly about Bessie Smith. He was interested in doing a film version of my book. Like so many such projects, the obstacles won out.

Photobucket.com is better. It also puts the codes in the proper place. I now have close to 500 images parked at photobucket and they haven't asked for money, but there is--for a slight fee--a "pro" status that gives you more options. Photobucket also lets freeloaders like me perform such edit functions as re-sizing, cropping, flipping, etc. The only thing I don't like re the bucket is that they don't recognize tiff files--no big thing, really, I just re-save them as jpg files.

Is the original also a postage stamp? Don't mean to make fun of your diminutive one, Allen, but Photobucket is like Viagra for pixels, it will allow you to post man size photos

I have lived in this apartment for 45 years, I guess that accounts for the accumulation--oh, when I think of all the things I threw out over those years!

It's just a 3-room apartment, but I have 4 closets and most of this is from one of them. Yes, 25 years ago, when Procol Harum's Grand Hotel album was released, Warner Bros. threw the grandest album release party I have ever attended (and I attended many). It was at the Plaza, a dinner with music and entertainment. What you see is a small travel kit containing sundry items, including a shoeshine cloth, matches, etc. The party was written up in the New Yorker's April 14, 1973 issue:

Found a bunch of stuff last night. Here's some of it in a montage that has a couple of repeats. That piece of brick is from the Gennett studio where the King Oliver/Louis sides were recorded. And can you believe Aretha's figure?

I agree with Chuck, Cummings was a very pleasant man with a wonderful label. The Bernie Stollman story does not have a plausible ring to it--there was a big difference between the two labels. My stylus was never clogged up by silkscreen ink when I played India Navigation LPs.

Be sure to avoid this razor substitute: Unless, of course, rashes don't bother you.

So we are to believe that a series lost money, yet was kept on the air year after year? Utter BS. Klugman saying that he wants his money reminds me of a time when I was getting book royalty statements from Stein & Day, but no checks. When I called and asked what happened to the checks, I was told, "Oh, Mr. Albertson, we are having a cash flow problem, so we have to use our money to pay the printer." I told them that I didn't care what they did with their money, but they had no right to pay their printer with mine! I never got the money, so I took matters into my own hands and sold the Swedish rights to my book, directly. It was against my contract agreement with S&D, but I thought it might be good if the sued me. They didn't, and eventually went out of business. I had the last laugh, and it's available at better book sellers right now I hope Klugman gets what is due him while he is still able to enjoy it.

Don't worry, you are among friends--some of us wear cyber masks.

You have to argue back, Shawn.

Oooops!

Sure did. I wish I could get a couple of them from my sessions. Guess I'll give Don a call.

I'm sure the Joe Fields experience was major, but events in Don's personal life also contributed to his withdrawal. I remember Don fondly from the late 1960s, when he was a witty, active member of a hang-out group that also included Ira Gitler, Dan Morgenstern and David Himmelstein. Days beyond recall, I'm afraid

Didn't I suggest that you get a Mac? Don't you wish you had?

Yes, but somewhat of a recluse.

Actually, Dick was quite ill for awhile, but he is doing fine now.

This is how it works: Somebody (in this case, Dr. Khurana) publishes an alarming find and gets enough exposure to establish his/her name and pave the way for a book. Not long thereafter, another doctor publishes a finding that essentially voids the first finding, and may even go a step farther: Call phones stimulate brain and stem development of Alzheimers disease. Good for complexion, too. Khurana has stepped out of obscurity, made good money on lectures, etc., and given a colleague a like path to fame (albeit temporary) and fortune (subject to growth through sound investment). Wait long enough, and yet another finding knocks this one down....

Yes the blades are far too expensive, but they do last longer--at least the one's my razor uses.

I hated When the Saints Go Marchin' In until I heard Marion Williams sing it to the accompaniment of Milt Jackson and Ray Brown. I hated Happy Days Are Here Again until I heard Barbra Streisand slow it down for Johnny Carson. Even the most banal, over-played song can be wonderful in the right hands, so I would not eliminate any of the standards...especially not these days, when most of the "new" stuff is the kind of crap that now wins Oscars and Grammys.

Today I use both. I have been shaving since the 1940s. starting with a rust-prone, double-edged razor that wanted more than hair. Around 1949, Philips' Philishave caught my fancy... Two heads are better than one and electrics are fine after your skin gets used to them. Then, around 1963, came Wilkerson's stainless blade--it was great, but things got better and when I fire up my Alkaline-charged Gillette fusion, I get the best shave ever........................... Still use an electric for quickies, but only if I am leaving the house and staying close to the 'hood.

Bill Barton: "Bright Moments to Mr. Griffin wherever he may be." Dick is right here in NYC, doing interesting things with his Mac, as well as playing interesting sounds on his trombone.