Another Friday… another eventful week.
Joran Van der Sloot. As Ernie Harwell would say, “He’s looonnnggg gone!” for killing that girl in Peru. I saw a prison expert on TV say that the Peruvian jails are the worst in the world with dozens of prisoners jammed into tiny cells with nothing but a hole in the floor for a john. Just where the sleaze belongs.
Which leads us to Kwame… no murders, just a vicious hatchet job on the people and city of Detroit. Sentenced to one and a half to 5 years in prison – he may now enter a “boot camp”, which would make him eligible for parole in just 90 days. Here’s hoping Judge David Groner sticks to his guns and “boots” Kwame’s big butt back to his cell for the next one-and-a-half years to five. (Although if he does let Kwame go… I’m going to have go back to being pen pals with Bernie Madoff).
By the way, did you see that Mayor Dave Bing has announced that the new Detroit Police Headquarters will be the old MGM Grand Casino? Makes sense to me… the place has always been filled with one-armed bandits.
What’s in a name? Apparently a lot. Chevrolet execs announced that from now on, their cars will not be referred to as “Chevy’s” but Chevrolets. Being a radio guy, my first thought was, “Hmmm… does this mean Don McLean is going to have to re-record the lyrics of his classic, “American Pie”? Instead of, “I drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry” will it go something like, “I drove my Chevrolet to the Lev-ro-let”?(I’m no Gershwin - or Lady Gaga for that matter, but I know most songs rhyme). Frankly I’m just amazed that I actually remembered the words to a song I only played 2 or 3 thousand times.
On a personal note… it was a hectic week. (And I’m not just talking about the fifteen minutes I tried convincing the sample lady at Costco that I really wasn’t interested in trying the “Marinated Pork Sausage in A Blanket”…)
I spent one night enjoying the all-American pastime – no, not watching the premiere of “Kate Plus Eight” – I’m talking baseball. My two nephews, uh, grandson’s, Jack and Adam (ages 6 and 7) took on another group of kids with equal athletic prowess. Sometime during the third inning, it occurred to me that all the kids were wearing protective helmets. I said to my daughter, JoAnne, Adam’s mom, “When I played as a kid, we never wore helmets… and we liked it!” JoAnne responded, “Well that explains a lot…” Hmmm. Note to self: Revise Will!
Gail and I are going to a dinner party tonight – an intimate gathering of some radio people. It’s a casual deal with everybody bringing something. After a lengthy discussion we decided on a fruit tray.
So it was back to Costco. Back to passing by the sample lady. This time, it was a “Mini-Corn Dog On a Stick” with a low-fat yogurt dipping sauce. It seems to me that if you’re gonna eat a corn dog, the fat content of the dipping sauce doesn’t really matter. Although it would have been perfect for the State Fair. NOT!!!!!
Hope you had a great week – and here’s to an even better weekend!
- Dick