It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Seventy Two Women Named LUCILLE...

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God works in mysterious  equalizing ways.

When we do good for him, he does good for us.

For more than seventy years, every nook and cranny
of planet Earth was entertained by 
the regal blues of  THE KING.

B.B. King, that is.


He died on Thursday.

Everyone on earth has 
reason to mourn 
his passing.




But in the uber-real estate
known as the Great Beyond,
the reaction was decidedly different.

Death is the primary admission requirement for Eternal Paradise.

When that death is combined with  ARTISTIC TALENT,
all the residents of the Great Beyond jump for joy
and get happy feet.

Our loss was Heaven's gain.


Godette selected 
Seventy-two women 
all named  Lucille  
to welcome B. B. King 
at the Pearly Gates. 



The welcome party lasted through the night,
long after B.B. King went to sleep
in a luxury suite that resembled
both Mount Olympus and
the south of France.

The luxury suites were managed by  Paul Rosenberg
who also represented Mr. King's  neighbors–
Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, and Georges Braque. 

If anyone compared music with art and the topic
was blues guitarists, B.B. King would be 
the equal of Pablo Picasso.

The only difference would be that Mr. King
was always better dressed than Mr. Picasso.

B.B. never went on stage unless 
he was wearing a tailored suit! 

About Paul Rosenberg:
There is a  most unique thing about Mr. Rosenberg–
a Jewish art dealer who needed fast feet to outrun
a guy named Hitler:

In addition to representing artists, he was 
also a trustworthy friend of those artists
during their time on Earth.

Meanwhile, back on our Planet, midnight had struck
and it was 5/15/15.

Earth had delivered  B. B. King  to the Great Beyond.

This was indisputably a very good deed "we" had done
for God and Godette, who manage that uber-real estate.

One Good Deed Deserves Another  
may be redundant up there–
within the afterlife–but for us 
on Earth, a good deed deemed 
deserving by divine intervention 
is ALWAYS welcome.

The last of the Seventy Two Women Named LUCILLE
was the model who posed for Matisse's Seated Woman.

On 5/15/2015,  she slept in B.B. King's bed.   

During that thing known as World War II,  
the Matisse painting, which was owned 
by Paul Rosenberg, became the property
of that thing known as the Nazis and,
after the war ended, its ownership
passed along to the son of Hitler's
handpicked Art  appraiser  thief,
as were as many as fourteen 
hundred works of art.

For the good deed of delivering
B.B. King to heaven, Matisse's  
SEATED WOMAN  was returned
to the heirs of Paul Rosenberg.

One Good Deed Deserves Another
and all we need now are as many as 
thirteen hundred and ninety nine 
more good earthly deeds!
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