In 1982, Dreyer’s/Edy’s Ice Cream taster, John Harrison (whose taste buds, by the way, are insured for a million dollars) came up with the idea to put Oreo cookies in vanilla ice cream. The marketing people didn’t like it (probably based on some research, which is all too often the best way to kill a [...]
Vile human that he was – it’s true: The human butcher of the Third Reich didn’t eat meat. Look it up. Google it. Oddity of history, maybe, but does this make you want to swallow a side of beef, eat a whole smoked ham or what?
Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, Tell where are you going?
This he told me
Said, I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm,
Gonna join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free.
The old man slammed the sports section of the Fort Worth Star-Telegram down on the just-wiped table, took off his sweat-stained Resistol, placed it in the seat beside him and settled in with several other breakfast regulars in the cinderblock cafe near Fort Worth’s Stockyards.
I met Flavius Jackson at the intersection of Jeff Davis and Rosa Parks avenues in Montgomery, Alabama. The irony of the intersection was hardly lost on him.
Route 66 is only alive in legend and history now. The icon of American highways is no longer a federally designated road , and hasn’t been since it was Pluto’d in 1985. Another relic of our patriotic pedigree – Coney Island – may find salvation through a local developer , but who knows.
Summertime, and the living is hotter than an RV-full of angry network pundits in a drought-induced forest fire. Article after article compares America to Rome, and not in a good way. As we celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Summer of Love, where’s the love?