11.14.2021 – Still frowned upon.

Still frowned upon.
Then, what isn’t these days, right?
Why not? What the hell.

Somewhere in the writings of Roger Angell, a writer for the New Yorker magazine who, of all things in the New Yorker, covered baseball, there is this story.

How does someone get to be the baseball writer for the New Yorker?

For one thing, you better have a way with words.

And having Katherine Angell White for a mom and EB White for a step-dad won’t hurt either.

The story goes that when the 1962 San Francisco Giants won the pennant, the news room editor of the San Francisco Chronicle yelled for the headline, WE WIN.

HOW BIG?, someone yelled back.

Same size as FIDEL DEAD!

Joseph Cotton – Orson Welles – Everett Sloan

In the movie Citizen Kane, Kane, his business manager, Mr. Bernstein, and his editor are arguing over the size of headline.

“News wasn’t big enough,” says the editor.

“If the Headline is big enough, the New is big enough,” responds Kane.

“That’s right Mr Kane,” says Berstein.

Pardon me for a strange interlude.

“The Gods Look Down and Laugh … this would be a better world for children if the parents had to eat the spinach.”

NO NOT THAT STRANGE INTERLUDE. (You will have to do the google)

I just went online to check on the spelling of Mr. Bernstein.

He may be my favorite character in Citizen Kane and he was played by actor / songwriter Everett Sloan

And I says to myself what else did Everett Sloane do in his career.

And thanks to Wikipedia I found that I had seem him over and over again in an appearance on the Andy Griffith Show.

In the episode, Keeper of the Flame, when Opie is accused of burner down a barn, the crabby old farmer, Jubal Sloane, is player by Everett Sloane.

Everett Sloane as Jubal Early

Mr. Sloane is also credited with writing lyrics to the Andy Griffith Theme song.

What do you do when you write the lyrics to one of the most recognized tunes in American history and the tune itself is known for the fact that is whistled and not sung?

Interlude over, back to the blog.

In the age of the tablet and the hand held device all headlines are the same size.

How do you ‘glance’ at the headlines to get a feel for today?

If I do that this morning what I see is Cop26, Trump, Britney and Free Britney, Ghislaine Maxwell, the Queen’s Bad Back, Maine Lobster, Pence Disloyalty, Republican Obstruction, Why staring at screens is making your eyeballs elongate – and how to stop it, Houses of tomorrow: A more hopeful vision of domesticity, or a dystopian nightmare?, Harry and Meghan, Greek prime minister tries to broker deal for return of Parthenon marbles, Texas schools resist Republican request for records on classroom books and We’re going to need a bigger planet: the problem with fixing the climate with trees.

That is just one newspaper.

If I look at the headlines on something like Google News, it seems that almost anything and anyone can get a headline.

Everything gets a headline.

Everything is still frowned upon by somebody.

It is those frowning that get the headline.

Squeaky wheel I guess,

My haiku comes from the movie, the Royal Tenenbaums.

I recently watched this movie as I was searching out other movies directed by Wes Anderson.

Sometimes I think my life IS a movie directed by Wes Anderson.

In the movie, Royal Tenenbaum, played by Gene Hackman, is approached by his ex-tennis playing son with a question.

Royal’s response is:

Still frowned upon.
But then, what isn’t these days, right?
I don’t know, maybe it works.
Why not, what the hell

I am not going to tell you what the question is because it seems that the response is just perfect for anything and everything right now.

Royal continues:

Nobody knows what’s going to happen, so…
You know something.
Don’t listen to me.
I never understood her myself.
I never understood any of us.
I wish I could tell you what to do
but I just can’t.

Anyone who reads this blog, and thank you for those who do, you know that I know that God knows what is going to happen.

But in the day to day life on the this planet when you WANT to know what is going to happen in the day to day it is good, I think, to know that nobody knows what’s going to happen, so… you know something, don’t listen to me.

If you want to do something, most likely it will be frowned upon by somebody.

But then, what isn’t these days, right?

Sometimes things work out.

And sometimes you write the words to a song everyone knows, but nobody sings.

I don’t know, maybe it works.

Why not, what the hell.

*In honor of Everett Sloane, here are his lyrics to the Andy Griffith Show theme song.

Well now, take down your fishing pole
And meet me at the fishing hole
We may not get a bite all day
But don’t you rush away
What a great place to rest your bones
And mighty fine for skipping stones
You’ll feel fresh as a lemonade a-setting in the shade

What a fine day to take a stroll and wind up at the fishing hole
I can’t think of a better way to pass the time of day

We’ll have no need to call the roll
When we get to the fishing hole
They’ll be you, me, and old dog, trey to do the time away
If we don’t hook a perch or bass
We’ll cool our toes in dewy grass
Or else pull up a weed to chaw
And maybe sit and jaw

Hanging around, taking our ease
Watching that hound a scratching at his fleas

I’m gonna take down my fishing pole
And meet you at the fishing hole
I can’t think of a better way
To pass the time of day

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Spencer / Hagen / Sloane
The Fishin’ Hole lyrics © Larrabee Music Publishing

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