to add re: southernness, it took my grandmother forEVER to get used to it. (she’s from the north) and she has a slight distrust of people down in south carolina. tho she says over and over on the phone at least they like to come and visit her.. so ill give her that. i told her they are probably only trying to steal her #’s (i.e. her lottery tickets)
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Expert, why not just use a shopping cart for a 4 block trip?
i too am chary of ET using a car to go grocery shopping for 4 blocks, but no no no on that. please, those Co-op people in park slope food co-op do that, riding their shopping carts for blocks.. wait . wait. wait? do THEY actually push them? nope, they always have someone pushing it for them. to that i say, et tu.. they are just as lazy as car drivers (actually i think they are worse cuz they believe in slave labor of someone in a bright orange vest who is working having them push their precious groceries down union street versus actually paying for gas which probably does more for the economy when you think about it). and newsflash, 99 % of those food co-op people could give a crap about Earth as they all have cars too!!! (ive seen people push their carts and then unload their groceries into their cars and then have some person at the co-op working have to bring the cart for BLOCKS back to the co-op) :-/
@ CobbleHiller – there must at least one person in your childhood who carries an outsized meaning for you personally?
So that’s it Snappy, just paying tribute to broadcaster Ernie Harwell, who died last night. He is a big hero of mine; as a young boy his voice crackling across the summer night was a nightly ritual.
A little (more) indulgence…last one, promise…
His first job was the Brooklyn Dodgers 1948-49. Red Barber took a two-year leave from the cat birds seat to deal with bleeding ulcers. When he got better, Branch Rickey traded Harwell to the New York Giants for a catcher – the only time in sports history a player was traded for a broadcaster.
Four years with the Giants, six years with Baltimore, and from 1960 to 2002, the voice of the Detroit Tigers. In 55 years he missed two games – one of which was to attend his induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame, the only active announcer ever so honored.
I cannot think of anyone in Michigan who was more beloved.
Today he was scheduled to receive the Vin Scully Lifetime Achievement Award in Sports Broadcasting in New York City, just one day after his passing. Al Kaline will accept the award on Harwell’s behalf.
Rarely does the passing of a celebrity or someone famous give me more than a fleeting thought of what I remember about them.
But when I heard last night Ernie Harwell had finally succombed to a long illness, my mind was flooded with warm memories. I sat down in my home office and recalled what a joy it was growing up in Michigan and listening to his distinctive voice.
Then I cried.
On opening day every year for more than 50 years, Ernie would recite this passage from Song of Solomon:
For, lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
I suspect this will resonate with few (if any) here, but if you ever heard him call a game, you know why today feels like a good friend is gone.
Steel trap present and accounted for! LOL
Rob…try not to tell her that. Seriously. You’ll only scare the crap outta her!
Nice, Rob, I’m sure that was very reassuring to your grandmother. NOT.
to add re: southernness, it took my grandmother forEVER to get used to it. (she’s from the north) and she has a slight distrust of people down in south carolina. tho she says over and over on the phone at least they like to come and visit her.. so ill give her that. i told her they are probably only trying to steal her #’s (i.e. her lottery tickets)
*rob*
“@ CobbleHiller – there must at least one person in your childhood who carries an outsized meaning for you personally?”
Yes, indeed, BoerumHill, I completely understand. : )
Snappy, Mind like a steel trap!! : P
quote:
Expert, why not just use a shopping cart for a 4 block trip?
i too am chary of ET using a car to go grocery shopping for 4 blocks, but no no no on that. please, those Co-op people in park slope food co-op do that, riding their shopping carts for blocks.. wait . wait. wait? do THEY actually push them? nope, they always have someone pushing it for them. to that i say, et tu.. they are just as lazy as car drivers (actually i think they are worse cuz they believe in slave labor of someone in a bright orange vest who is working having them push their precious groceries down union street versus actually paying for gas which probably does more for the economy when you think about it). and newsflash, 99 % of those food co-op people could give a crap about Earth as they all have cars too!!! (ive seen people push their carts and then unload their groceries into their cars and then have some person at the co-op working have to bring the cart for BLOCKS back to the co-op) :-/
*rob*
Ahhh…I was hoping you’d take option ‘B’!
@ CobbleHiller – there must at least one person in your childhood who carries an outsized meaning for you personally?
So that’s it Snappy, just paying tribute to broadcaster Ernie Harwell, who died last night. He is a big hero of mine; as a young boy his voice crackling across the summer night was a nightly ritual.
A little (more) indulgence…last one, promise…
His first job was the Brooklyn Dodgers 1948-49. Red Barber took a two-year leave from the cat birds seat to deal with bleeding ulcers. When he got better, Branch Rickey traded Harwell to the New York Giants for a catcher – the only time in sports history a player was traded for a broadcaster.
Four years with the Giants, six years with Baltimore, and from 1960 to 2002, the voice of the Detroit Tigers. In 55 years he missed two games – one of which was to attend his induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame, the only active announcer ever so honored.
I cannot think of anyone in Michigan who was more beloved.
Today he was scheduled to receive the Vin Scully Lifetime Achievement Award in Sports Broadcasting in New York City, just one day after his passing. Al Kaline will accept the award on Harwell’s behalf.
Yes, BoerumHill posted this earlier….I think he’s still enveloped by the news…
By BoerumHill on May 5, 2010 1:07 PM
The Voice of the Turtle will be heard no more.
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Rarely does the passing of a celebrity or someone famous give me more than a fleeting thought of what I remember about them.
But when I heard last night Ernie Harwell had finally succombed to a long illness, my mind was flooded with warm memories. I sat down in my home office and recalled what a joy it was growing up in Michigan and listening to his distinctive voice.
Then I cried.
On opening day every year for more than 50 years, Ernie would recite this passage from Song of Solomon:
For, lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
I suspect this will resonate with few (if any) here, but if you ever heard him call a game, you know why today feels like a good friend is gone.
BoerumHill, I’m gonna guess that you are very excited from watching:
A. a baseball game
B. the oddest porno ever made
🙂