I curse the day I discovered “bookmark” on my Windows 10. No time to read it right now. Bookmark it for a later read.
I had a boss who had two piles on her desk – the Gotta Dos and the Do ‘Em Later. The “Later” pile was inches and inches deep. All kinds of important things landed there, didn’t get done and, periodically, got her in trouble because what was not important to her is a “Gotta Do” for the guy or gal who needs it.
Kind of like this “bookmark” pile that I’ve been saving for years just in case I run out of ideas when Editor Cynthia Calvert tells me, “Your column is due. Be interesting and funny.”
We’re headed to Austin for a week and a column is due, so let’s plunge into the “Why did Tom save that?” pile.
Did you know that infamous ‘60s Boomer Hymn, “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” by Iron Butterfly, is 50 years old? It has a special meaning for me. I was still drinking back then and spent New Year’s Eve sloshing it up at Steve Britton’s house.
Festivities lasted long enough that I drove right to the radio station to start my 6 a.m. shift as morning disc jockey, tired and hung over. I grabbed “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” because of a rather monotonous 16-minute drum solo in the middle. I swiped the toggle and Iron Butterfly began – on a country station, and I closed my eyes for a minute.
Forty-five minutes later my eyes opened. The record – yes, we played real vinyl records in those olden days – was sloshing away. Nobody called. Nobody said a thing. Nobody knew – until now.
Note to my Millennial readers: Google “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” and find out what it really means.
Next topic: Richard James Hart? Ever heard of him? I hadn’t either, even though he was a federal Prohibition agent in Nebraska. His real name, though, was Vincenzo Capone and, yes, he was the older brother of Chicago gangster Al Capone. After hunting down bootleggers in Nebraska and South Dakota, Vincenzo/Richard ended his days as a justice of the peace. We all know what happened to his brother, Al.
Another hot item out of my “bookmarked” pile – How many people are alive from the year you were born? Yup, an online company called 24/7 Wall St. figured out how many Americans born since 1933 are alive today. In the ‘30s, the writers claim, people lived to age 59. In 2012, we’re living to almost 79.
I discovered 77 percent of the people born in my year (hint – Truman was president) are still alive.
Curious? Go to msn.com and type “how many people are left from the year you were born” in the search panel.
This last morsel is for all those vodka fans out there … and I know who you are.
Town and Country Magazine lists seven ways vodka is great for your health. It’s a cure-all, the mag says, because it’s a natural disinfectant, antitoxin and antiseptic. So, you can take a nip, then clean your floors with it.
The authors claim vodka is proven to relieve tension better than wine. They offer no proof, but who cares if you’re swigging the stuff.
I’ve got five more reasons I can share, but we’ll save that for a future column when I can’t think of anything to write.