Pirate1974

SALINAS, CA (September 11) - Wearing baggy pants and running from the cops don't mix, a Salinas parolee learned this morning when his oversized slacks dropped to his ankles and tripped him as he tried to outrun a California Highway Patrol officer.

Johnny Camel, 37, was riding in the passenger seat of a friend's car when two CHP officers pulled over the car for making an illegal U-turn on Work Street in Salinas around 4:30 a.m., CHP Officer Larry Starkey said today.

The driver pulled into the parking lot of a nearby Good Night Inn, at which time Camel jumped out of the car and began running away, according to CHP.

The officers yelled at Camel to stop, but, according to Starkey, he merely looked back and continued running.

One of the officers began chasing him on foot while the other stayed behind with the driver.

After about 100 feet, Camel's baggy pants fell to his ankles and toppled him onto the ground, Starkey said. The officer was able to arrest Camel without further incident.

He was booked into Monterey County Jail on suspicion of resisting arrest and violating his parole for running from police.

The driver was given a warning and released.

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Bonnie & Clyde

Gene Hackman

The Poseidon Adventure

Weren't there actually FOUR hot babes, but only three at a time? (Kind of like the short version of "Charlie's Angels.")

That would be correct. They killed off the Shannon Doherty character when she bolted the show. It's not great art by any means, but it's kind of fun to watch. I mainly tune in to see Alyssa Milano, but then I'd probably watch her if she was reading the phone book.

I believe there might be three hot babes in that show.

Hair

Treat Williams

Once Upon a Time in America

I've been riding on the Blue Ridge Parkway for almost 50 years now and it doesn't get much better than that. Just the fact that there's not a McDonald's or a Wal-Mart anywhere in sight is a huge plus.

There's another road in the mountains of western North Carolina that's not as well-known but it's almost the equal of the Parkway - Highway 64 from Franklin to Highlands. Beautiful scenery and not as crowded, plus there are three beautiful waterfalls along the way. The road follows the Cullasaja River Gorge and it's not really on the way to anywhere else, but it's a really nice drive.

If you want somewhere to stay in the area, it's hard to beat this place:

Pisgah Inn

Yes, it do.

Taxi Driver

Cybill Shepherd

The Last Picture Show

THIS series began in the mid '70's. It wasn't a bad show but it's biggest attraction for me was a very beautiful actress that was one of the stars of the show

Pretty sure that's "Family" which was an OK show. I assume the "beautiful actress" you refer to was Meredith Baxter and not Kristy McNichol.

OK

Has it ever occurred to you, .......; that all the work we done was for the bankers? Hell, we killed off everybody made this country interestin'!

My mother sends me stuff like this all the time and most of them I just blow off. You know its stuff that's been floating around the internet since Al Gore invented it. This may be an old chestnut too, but I don't remember seeing it before.

I have no idea if this is true but it's a good story.

THE OLD PHONE...

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her,

"Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,

"Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice.

"How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

"Information."

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,

"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer,

"I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered

"Information." I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."

The note said,

"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others

Well, I for one am relieved that the baby is not a hideously deformed freak like all the tabloids have been saying.

Sounds like Twilight Zone "A World of His Own."

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby

John C. Reilly

Casualties of War

Michael

Andie MacDowell

Groundhog Day

For those who might not be able to read the lovely inscription, it says:

SURI CRUISE'S

First Poop

August 18, 2006

Who wouldn't want this piece of art for their own?

When I first saw this, I had to take a second look to be sure it wasn't coming from "The Onion" or "National Lampoon" but apparently it's on the level.

NEW YORK (AFP) - Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes have yet to show their baby daughter off in public, but eager fans were given an unusual preview with the chance to see a bronze cast depicting her first solid stool.

The scatological sculpture -- more doodoo than Dada -- is purportedly cast from 19-week old Suri's first bowel movement and will be shown at the Capla Kesting gallery in Brooklyn, New York, before being auctioned off for charity.

The artist behind the work, Daniel Edwards, previously courted controversy with a life-size nude sculpture of pop star Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug. That work was shown at the same gallery in April.

"A bronzed cast of baby's first poop can be a meaningful memento for the family," gallery director David Kesting said, adding that he hoped the work would attract bids of up to 25 or 30,000 dollars.

The sculpture, which sits on a wooden mounting with a glass casing, is to be sold on eBay next month with proceeds from the sale going to infant health charity March Of Dimes.

As of Wednesday it had attracted a top bid of 41 dollars.

"Mission: Impossible" star Cruise and Holmes announced Suri's birth in April. The entertainment press, which dubbed the pair "TomKat," has shown a seemingly insatiable appetite for news of the pair and their "TomKitten."

A spokeman for the couple was not immediately available Wednesday to comment on the sculpture.

Holy S**t!! I had no idea there was a market for this stuff. I've heard of bronzing a baby's first shoes, but not the first diaper filler. And to think I let those "meaningful mementos for the family" get away. What a waste.

There's a picture, but I wasn't sure I should post that. It looks like what it's supposed to be, only bronze.

The rich are just like you and me, only some of them are Looney Tunes.

If there was ever a case where the death penalty is justified, it would be this one.

I don't doubt for a minute that there were people who would have killed for VP if they thought it was necessary. Martindale, I don't know.

The First Wives Club

Diane Keaton

Reds

Didn't any of you guys ever go to Sunday school?

Is there really anybody that doesn't know what movie this is?

Yes, I'm afraid the old man has to do a little bragging.

My son Brian became an Eagle Scout this past Sunday. He's been in Scouts since he was in 1st grade as a Tiger and old dad has been a den leader, Cubmaster, assistant Scoutmaster, all that stuff. It's been a lot of fun, even the camping trips where I thought sure I was going to freeze to death.

At one time, it looked like he wasn't going to make it because he had to get everything completed before his 18th birthday, but he pulled it out with a month to spare.

For his project, he built a patio at our church in memory of my wife's father who died in 2004. Brian's the first Eagle Scout in either one of our families and it's a shame his grandfather couldn't be there Sunday to see him get it.

He's a pretty good kid.

Every time you click it, you get a different date. I quit at August 1, 2051 which would be 4 weeks shy of my 99th birthday. I'll take that.

I was at ECU around that same time, 1972-74. I transferred there after two years at the University of Tennessee and graduated from there, which is why I'm Pirate1974. I loved ECU and Greenville and I'm trying to convince my son to consider going there next fall. He's more interested in the mountains and is looking at Western Carolina and Appalachian.

I was involved in twi the whole time I was at ECU and I'd have to say I made some good friends while I was in. It seemed like way people were great one-on-one but the way as an organization could be a royal pain. I got into it to please a girl I was dating at the time (who was also the reason I came to ECU), and the way was responsible for screwing that up, which still makes me mad. Even with that, I can't really blame any specific people, just the whole "way-think" system.

So I wonder if I knew you? I'm "good folk." Ask Sudo.

Titanic

Leonardo Di Caprio

Gangs of New York