Thursday, March 31, 2005
(Kudos to Monty)
Or
Chickens everywhere rejoice as Col.
Sanders wingman Frank Perdue has died at the age of 84. Egged on by the success
of other poultry providers, Perdue became the first to market direct to
consumers. Tired of being cooped up in his office, he became a household name
by starring in his own commercials, as the tough man who raised tender
chickens. Sales took flight, growing from $56 million in 1970 to $2.8 billion
last year, helped by Perdue’s method of adding marigold petals to the chicken
feed to give the birds a golden hue. Perdue didn’t treat his employees much
better than his chickens, turning to a New York crime boss to suppress union
activities and getting hit with a fine after a report of workers developing carpal tunnel
syndrome surfaced. When his son Jim took over in 1991, he pullet the company into the
modern age and alae-d fears by introducing health centers at plants. Perdue
gave generously to the community, and bought naming rights to the South
Atlantic League ballpark housing the Salisbury, Maryland-based Delmarva
Shorebirds, naming it for his father and company founder, Arthur W. Perdue.
Veg Out
After 15 years in a vegetative state and a 5-year battle in the courts, Terry Schiavo, America’s favorite legal, moral and political football, has been granted the peace long denied her by self-serving lawmakers. While her parents saw hope in the face that launched a thousand living wills, numerous court-named clinicians had declared her vegetative state permanent, and her husband Michael, rather than taking the easy way out by conceding guardianship, endured unimaginable circumstances in order to honor her wishes. Wait, this just in, Congress has passed emergency legislation requiring Schiavo to resume breathing. In addition, citing their need to fill 24 hours a day, MSNBC, CNN, Fox News, ABC, CBS and NBC have filed lawsuits also demanding that Schiavo begin breathing again. In a related development, Florida Gov. Jeb Bush has called up the Florida National Guard to force her to resume breathing. Unfortunately, the Guard is currently stationed in Iraq and Afghanistan, so they are unavailable when they are needed at home.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
From Internment to Interment
Or
Korematsu v. Death
(Props to Craig)
Fred Korematsu, who challenged the
legality of the internment of 120,000 Japanese-Americans in government camps
during World War II, has died at 86. Korematsu refused to report for resettlement to his designated internment camp, was arrested
and convicted of violating the order, a case that was ultimately appealed to
the Supreme Court. In the exclamation point of one of the darkest periods in
recent U.S. history, a period that would do well with further scrutiny given
the current climate, Korematsu was denied the Hollywood ending when the Court
upheld the conviction, in what is now viewed as one of the worst rulings in its
history. The conviction was finally overturned almost 40 years later, and
Korematsu worked to secure an apology and reparations for internment camp
survivors and their families in 1988. His vindication was completed in 1998
when he was honored by President Clinton with the Presidential Medal of
Freedom.
Labels: History
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Civil Warrior
Howell Heflin, the
conservative Alabama Democratic senator who championed civil rights
legislation, has died at the age of 83. A former judge, he served on the
Judiciary and Ethics Committee and was described as the conscience of the
Senate, and helped defeat Robert Bork’s nomination for the Supreme Court, calling
him a strange individual. He was less successful in defeating Clarence Thomas’
nomination, calling his testimony full of "contradictions, lack of
scholarship, lack of conviction and instability." He also led the
investigation of the Keating Five, which severely rebuked fellow Democrat Alan
Cranston.
Labels: politics
When God Takes a Soul, It’s Time to Dig a Hole
Or
(The Monty section of the update)
When the tumor hits, the lawyer quits
Or
If the celebrity lawyer dies, the public gets a surprise
Or
I thought my tumor was only a rumor
Johnnie Cochran, the man who convinced 12 addled Californians that murder wasn’t illegal has made good on his pact with the devil yesterday, succumbing to a brain tumor at the age of 67. Cochran had long been the man to challenge the Man, winning multi-millionaire settlements for black defendants who claimed police abuse, and had a client list that read like an urban version of The Surreal Life, with Todd Bridges, Tupac Shakur, Jim Brown and Snoop Dogg. But Cochran entered the pop culture lexicon as the headliner of the legal dream team that used shrunken gloves, a racist cop and the general ineptitude of the Los Angeles District Attorney’s office to free O.J. Simpson to find the real killer of his wife and a waiter. His “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit” routine earned him mentions in the South Park Chewbacca defense, a parody of his style in Seinfeld’s Jackie Chiles and the respect of Chris Rock in Lethal Weapon 4, when he told a suspect that he had a right to hire a lawyer, but, "If you get Johnnie Cochran, I'll kill you."
(The Monty section of the update)
When the tumor hits, the lawyer quits
Or
If the celebrity lawyer dies, the public gets a surprise
Or
I thought my tumor was only a rumor
Johnnie Cochran, the man who convinced 12 addled Californians that murder wasn’t illegal has made good on his pact with the devil yesterday, succumbing to a brain tumor at the age of 67. Cochran had long been the man to challenge the Man, winning multi-millionaire settlements for black defendants who claimed police abuse, and had a client list that read like an urban version of The Surreal Life, with Todd Bridges, Tupac Shakur, Jim Brown and Snoop Dogg. But Cochran entered the pop culture lexicon as the headliner of the legal dream team that used shrunken gloves, a racist cop and the general ineptitude of the Los Angeles District Attorney’s office to free O.J. Simpson to find the real killer of his wife and a waiter. His “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit” routine earned him mentions in the South Park Chewbacca defense, a parody of his style in Seinfeld’s Jackie Chiles and the respect of Chris Rock in Lethal Weapon 4, when he told a suspect that he had a right to hire a lawyer, but, "If you get Johnnie Cochran, I'll kill you."
Labels: Law-talking guy
Saturday, March 26, 2005
A Little Less Crowded House
(Kudos to Michelle Haus)
Australia’s least attractive cultural
legacy is not the Stolen Generations of aboriginal children taken from their
homes, but the disturbing propensity of its ‘80s rockers to indulge in autoerotic
asphyxiation. First Michael Hutchence, now Paul Hester, who added the INXSive
step of doing it in a public park. Hester was the drummer for Crowded House who
hit the international charts with "Weather with You" and "Don't
Dream it's Over," which hit #2 in the United States.
Labels: music
Past His Prime Minister
James Callaghan, former
British Prime Minister and last Labor PM before Tony Blair, died on March 26th
at the age of 92. He is the only person to hold the posts of PM, Chancellor of
the Exchequer, Home Secretary, and Foreign Secretary (though, as you can
imagine, not at the same time). Holding the PM's office from 1976 to 1979,
he got to share Jimmy Carter’s good fortune in governing during a time of
economic crisis and party divisions. He is also remembered for his 1969 decision
to send the army into Northern Ireland to protect Catholics from Protestant
mobs. He did so warning, "I can send the army in, but I'll have the devil
of a time getting them out again." The British Army is, of course, still
stationed in Northern Ireland.
Labels: International, politics
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
The Foghat falls down stairs on little cat feet
Rod Price, guitarist and founding member of the blues boogie band Foghat, has died after falling down the stairs of his Wilton, NH home at the age of 57. In 25 years, the band produced three platinum and eight gold records, but apparently no public service announcements about the merit of handrails.
Labels: music
Monday, March 21, 2005
Cut short
(Props to Monty)
Manhattan cabaret idol Bobby Short, a
fixture at the Café Carlyle for 35 years, has died at the age of 80. The son of
a Kentucky coal miner, he performed for generations of jazz fans and sought to
educate about the great American songwriters. He entertained at the White House
for the Nixons and the Duke and Duchess of Windsor. A fixture in Woody Allen
movies, Short also performed during the loathsome Lucy Camden’s wedding on
Seventh Heaven.
Labels: music
Morte Seinfeld
Barney Martin, who went from joke-telling
NYPD detective to Jerry Seinfeld’s trench coat-designing, penny-pinching TV
dad, has died at 82. Martin parlayed the jokes he wrote for deputy
commissioners into a job writing for Name that Tune and The Steve Allen Show
and a gig as Jackie Gleason’s stand-in. But his rumpled mug was meant to be
seen, and he was the original Mr. Cellophane as Amos Hart in Chicago – the
second original cast member from Chicago to die in 3 months after Jerry Orbach.
Other roles included Liza Minelli’s bum father in Arthur, the grown-up Kevin
Arnold on the Wonder Years and Frank Fontana’s father on Murphy Brown.
Labels: sitcom
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Gonna go back in the grime
Car Developer John
DeLorean, whose unique approach to venture capitalism killed his dream of
bringing cars with goofy-looking gull wing doors to the American public, has
died at the age of 80. DeLorean had developed the first muscle car, the GTO,
and was a rising star with GM in the 1970s when he struck out on his own to
start a car company in automotive hotbed Northern Ireland. The company produced
less than 9,000 cars before DeLorean was nailed trying to sell cocaine to raise
money for his venture. Of course, one of those cars ended up in the hands to
Dr. Emmett Brown, who turned it into a time machine in Back to the Future.
Labels: Eponymous
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Contained
(props to Craig, who shared my epitaphany, notched his first hit in 2 years, and foreshadowed George Kennan’s death with a well-time lecture.)
Or
Mr. X'ed out
(also kudos to Craig)
Or
X Marks the Burial Plot
(Plaudits to Mark)
George K. Kennan, whose 1948 signing telegram “The Containment Ragtime Review” established the framework for the U.S. approach to the cold war, had died at the age of 101. At first criticized for the length and cost of the long note, Kennan’s vision was validated by decades of presidents and congressman who couldn’t stop their toes from tapping at appropriations time. The idea of containment was expanded by an article in the Journal of Foreign Affairs under the nom de plume ‘X,’ but the original telegram remained classified for more than 50 years. Like most songwriters, Kennan was dismayed by the cover versions of his little ditty when they were used to justify conventional and nuclear weapons build-ups of the 1950s. From his development of the policy of meeting Soviet aggression at every turn, Kennan was one of the leading foreign-policy thinkers for more than a half century, writing 17 books, including two Pulitzer-Prize winners.
Or
Mr. X'ed out
(also kudos to Craig)
Or
X Marks the Burial Plot
(Plaudits to Mark)
George K. Kennan, whose 1948 signing telegram “The Containment Ragtime Review” established the framework for the U.S. approach to the cold war, had died at the age of 101. At first criticized for the length and cost of the long note, Kennan’s vision was validated by decades of presidents and congressman who couldn’t stop their toes from tapping at appropriations time. The idea of containment was expanded by an article in the Journal of Foreign Affairs under the nom de plume ‘X,’ but the original telegram remained classified for more than 50 years. Like most songwriters, Kennan was dismayed by the cover versions of his little ditty when they were used to justify conventional and nuclear weapons build-ups of the 1950s. From his development of the policy of meeting Soviet aggression at every turn, Kennan was one of the leading foreign-policy thinkers for more than a half century, writing 17 books, including two Pulitzer-Prize winners.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Monster Mashed
Former Red Sox ace closer Dick “the
Monster” Radatz died following a fall in his home at the age of 67. Standing
6-foot-5 with a 95 mph fastball, Radatz’s presence alone was intimidating, but
as so often occurs with the Red Sox, his nickname and legend were secured
against the New York Yankees. Entering a game at Fenway Park with the bases
loaded, Radatz struck out Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris and Elston Howard, Yankees
who would win 6 AL MVP Awards in an 8-year span, on a total of 10 pitches. When
asked later, Mantle chalked the inning up to “that monster Radatz.”
Labels: baseball, Boston Red Sox
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Flickered out
While the name Sy Wexler
may not ring a bell, harken back to those days of darkened classrooms and
flickering 16-mm films and you’ve no doubt sampled his work. Wexler died at the
age of 88, leaving behind a film library that includes such edge-of-the-seat
thrillers as Squeak the Squirrel, Fire Science, Clinical Applications of
Microporous Tape and The Case of a Persian Student With Painless Hemoptysis.
Wexler helped baby boomers make sense of their bodies from the cradle to the
grave, with Teeth Are for Life, How a Hamburger Turns Into You, Early Marriage,
Happy Family Planning, Venereal Disease: Why Do We Still Have It?,
Fertilization and Birth, Smoking and Heart Disease, High Blood Pressure and
Congestive Heart Failure. In the days before internet porn, Wexler’s films were
where most kids learned their sex education.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Mr. Outside the Ethereal Plane
Heisman Trophy winner
Glenn Davis has died at the age of 80. As Mr. Outside paired with Doc
Blanchard’s Mr. Inside in the days when it took Army a season, rather than a
decade, to win 10 games, Davis led the Cadets to national championships in
1944, 1945 and a shared title in 1946. Davis finished his time at West Point
with 59 touchdowns and 4,129 yards, winning the Heisman Award in 1946 after
finishing second in 1944 and 1945. Davis also helped the Los Angeles Rams to
the NFL title in 1951 before a knee injury ended his career in 1952.
Labels: college football, Heisman, NFL
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Ain’t that Broadcaster cold?
Chuck Thompson, hall of
fame broadcaster for the Baltimore Orioles, has died at the age of 83. The
unabashed homer was the voice of the Orioles for more than 50 years, and had
been the voice of the Baltimore Colts for 30 years before the moving vans
arrived in the middle of the night. The 1993 baseball hall of fame inductee’s
best known catchphrase was the nonsensical, “Ain’t that beer cold?” to
punctuate an Orioles homer or Colts touchdown.
Labels: baseball, broadcaster
The Wright Snuff
Teresa Wright, one of ten actors to have
been nominated for both a Supporting and Lead Acting Academy Award in the same
year for their achievements in two different movies, has died at the age of 86.
Wright made an immediate impact in Holllywood, racking up three Academy Award
nominations for her first three film performances: going toe-to-toe with Bette
Davis in The Little Foxes, balancing Gary Cooper’s wooden acting and negligible
baseball skills with a tedious subplot involving Lou Gehrig’s mother in Pride
of the Yankees, and playing Greer Garson's daughter-in-law in Mrs. Miniver,
netting the Best Supporting Actress Academy Award. She also appeared in
Oscar-winner The Best Years of Our Lives, was Marlon Brando’s first leading
lady in The Men, and ferreted out her murderous uncle Joseph Cotton in Alfred
Hitchcock’s Shadow of a Doubt. Wright decided to torpedo her career by refusing
to take part in promotions she deemed beneath her or any publicity that played
on her girlish charms. As a result, her film career after 1950 is about as
noteworthy as Pia Zadora’s, highlighted by such admirable fair as Flood!, The
Happy Ending, the first remake of The Miracle on 34th Street, and a very
special Christmas episode of The Love Boat.
Labels: Oscar