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Lawd, here he come!

We’ve got about four hours before the winds start. They’ll be up to 70 miles an hour by dawn. The is the ass end of Storm Ciarán. I’m not going in to work tomorrow, which feels wonderfully transgressive – like having a snow day.

Speaking of, the man on the right is Bob Lobertini. He were the weatherman at CBS channel 5 in Nashville when I were a lass. He was also Captain Bob, who hosted the Popeye program, which is neither here nor there. The man on the left is just some guy.

Nashville got a fair number of snow days off school – we were right at the intersection of “places that get snow” and “places that don’t know what to do when it snows.” One day, Bob predicted snow when nobody else agreed. We woke up to a blanket of snow and a day off. He was thereafter known as Bob Snowbertini, beloved of all children.

Until the day he stumbled onstage knee-walking drunk to deliver the weather, was whisked away and never heard from again. I have a distinct memory that my mother and I watched this happen, but I don’t trust memories that old. He died in 1977 at only 45. Sad.

Right! I’m off to charge up everything with a battery.


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: November 1, 2023, 7:27 pm

Yeah, stay off the bike during the storm, we don’t want you to become Miss Weasel Gulch


You can get knee walking drunk though, but stay inside to do it.

Comment from S.Weasel
Time: November 1, 2023, 7:43 pm

Heh.I belong to an electric bike forum and I use Elvira Gulch as my avatar. Poor old Margaret Hamilton – nicest lady in Hollywood.

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: November 1, 2023, 7:46 pm

You do not recognize Johnny Cash standing there alongside Snowbertini?

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 1, 2023, 9:23 pm

I loved Margaret as Cora the coffee lady.

I wish they had an outtake from the commercial with her pulling the witch character…

Couple starts leaving Cora’s store…
(Witch of the West voice)
“Leaving so soon!?
I wouldn’t dreeeeeeeeam of it!
First have a cup of Maxwell House!
Good to the last drop!”


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 1, 2023, 9:24 pm

Just wuffin’ you, Mark.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 1, 2023, 9:39 pm

The Maxwell House was a hotel in Nashville, and the slogan comes from an anecdote I’m too lazy to look up right now. Teddy Roosevelt said it, maybe?

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 1, 2023, 10:36 pm

“This is the kind of stuff I like to drink, by George, when I hunt bears.”

But they claimed he said “Good to the last drop.” Which was courtesy of Clifford Speller, President of General Foods.

Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: November 1, 2023, 11:11 pm

Bobby Knight, R.I.P.

I wonder if the hereafter has folding chairs…

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: November 1, 2023, 11:43 pm

Dead Pool Friday? Stoaty, have you made a decision on Steve’s Kid’s possible DB#160 win with Robert Card? There’s good circumstantial evidence he made the pick while Card was still alive. Emphasis: circumstantial. I haven’t seen anything like an official time of death report yet.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: November 2, 2023, 3:40 am

The story that I like to (think/pretend/imagine?) that I actually saw as a kid was the infamous Soupy Sales “Green Pieces Of Paper” fiasco. I loved his show as a kid, and I seem to have known about the incident a long, long time before the internet let you find that something actually did (or didn’t) happen. It seems like “Green Pieces Of Paper” really did.


Comment from JC
Time: November 2, 2023, 3:54 am

Isn’t that Sue on the left?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 2, 2023, 12:18 pm

Power out. Ain’t posting nuffink if it carries on.

Comment from Some Vegetabld
Time: November 2, 2023, 9:31 pm

“Isn’t that Sue on the left?”

Hmmm, might just be a nut; you know: a Cash-Sue nut.

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