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David Letterman and Cracker Jacks

Thursday, August 7th, 2008


I made this note one night when I was watching Letterman. I no longer remember the connection to Dave but that doesn’t matter. Did you know that Cracker Jacks were first sold at the World’s Columbian Exposition, Chicago’s first world fair, in 1893. Now, that statistic comes from the Cracker Jack website so it must be right. It wasn’t really marketed and trademarked as Cracker Jacks until 1896.

Did y0u know (sorry Elliot) that Cracker Jacks were immortalized in 1908 when Jack Norworth wrote the lyrics to “Take Me Out To The Ballgame.” Of course you all know the phrase “buy me some popcorn and Cracker Jacks” in that song.

Even I’m not old enough to remember when these things happened (I’ve heard John McCain may be, though.) Here’s what I do remember – OK, this is going to be an Andy Rooney moment.

When I was a kid Cracker Jacks came in a tightly sealed and waxed box. I can remember how difficult it was to tear through that waxed paper without a knife. Teeth just slid across the wax. The seal on the bottom of the box, where the toy was hidden, was even worse but the toy was worth the work to retrieve it. Now don’t get me wrong, I love Cracker Jacks, but the toys back then were the best (whatever they were.)

So, why is this going to be an Andy Rooney moment? Simple. Those marvelous toys of the past are gone. What do you get now? Something made out of paper. They aren’t toys, they are throwaways. I still eat Cracker Jacks but I surely don’t eat as many as when I was a kid. What’s the point? They are only candied popcorn and peanuts. Where are the toys of old (whatever they were.) What’s more, Cracker Jacks now come in bags! Where’s the challenge to opening them?

I Would Rather be Compared to George Clooney

Saturday, May 31st, 2008

OK, I think you’ve figured out by now that even though I have hillbilly in my blood I don’t like to see the English language butchered. Well, last night I actually said “I’m down with that.” That frightened me. Where did that come from? I’ve never said it in my life until then. It also seems to cause a lot of “thats” in my writing.

There are many phrases which don’t seem to make any sense but are becoming part of the lexicon. Now that’s my kind of word. Lexicon! But I’m still trying to figure out how we got “I’m down with that” to mean agreement. At least I think that’s what it means.

There are two more phrases I want to mention in this blog. The first is “give it up for…” What? What am I giving up? What if I don’t want to give it up? What happened to “let’s hear it for…?” Since I’m wondering, what are we hearing?

I hear the other phrase on a television program that I watch a lot but don’t care to mention. It’s one of those chick shows and I have a reputation to maintain. (Chick? Never mind.) There is a woman on this show who shouts “shut up” several times in each show. She’s not really asking anyone to be quiet. She’s just remarking about how much she likes something, I think. Why can’t she just say “I’m down with that!” Don’t even get me started on her calling them “the girls.”

So, what does the title of this blog mean? It simply means I would rather be compared to George Clooney. That doesn’t require much explanation. Unfortunately, I’m afraid I’m sounding more like Andy Rooney than looking like George Clooney.

I really don’t like to watch Andy Rooney because he rarely seems to have anything that he likes. The man is 87 years old and still complaining on 60 Minutes. On the other hand if I’m still blogging at 87 then maybe he has something there. So, I’ll just continue to comment on things I don’t like. I like more than I don’t like, though. Maybe I’ll mention some of those things, too. Maybe.