Cool Papa Bell ... Commemorated By Hall Of Fame + Paul Simon

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Cool Papa Bell

The song is prefaced
by advert
and
does include profanity 

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This Is Not The Roots Of Dance ...

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It is
The Dance of Roots

© Oliverio
                                              
 Truncated but Terpsichorean

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Photoverio #269: Sweet Bird Of Paradise

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© Oliverio
                                              
 Aint She Sweet

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Encounter By The Sea

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Mario Carreno
Encuentro Junto al Mar
 (1976)

Encountered by Googling
and striking oil
an oil painting
I had never seen before

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Twenty Cents Then ... Equals ... Three Dollars Sixty Cents Now

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Money again rears its ugly head.

I am getting accustomed to poverty

and bankruptcy. (In fact, for myself

I enjoy washing my own clothes +

eating 20 cent meals twice a day,

after so many years in the flesh pots

—don't worry, this is only half true

though I did it for the 1st week here

to penalize myself for the expense

of the journey) but I do object

to the jails and I have almost

$300 due on income tax the 15th
(what a typically modern joke
this is—me, with $11
in the bank at the moment)

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD 

December 12, 1935 letter

        to his agent, Harold Ober        

The letter has his syntax
but my format

The next Fitzgerald page
is
here 

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What Might Have Been (Comic Relief #1895)

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© Oliverio

I could have been
a gorgeous gargoyle

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Another Pixilated Page ... [ pST #24]

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© Oliverio
Hazeburg, VA
(2005) 

The next 

Superimposed Text page

is
here

The p in the title

stands for

photoverio

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A Page From Wiki P ... With J-peggery ... And Militia Madness

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The Monongehela River created the waterfront town of

Belle Vernon, Pennsylvania  which presently has
a population of 1100 people

[Recently, there] was a four day long
skirmish between members
of the Belle Vernon Militia
and the Washington Township Crips. 

The militia, lead by its commander
Daniel "Man-Tuna" Markantuna,
attempted a raid on Washington Township
in order to place the Belle Vernon flag
atop the community's town hall/brothel.

However the WTC, lead by
former Memphis street gang impresario
Robert Marco Jr.,
stopped their advance at 4th street and D
(Washington Township only has two streets).

For three days the battle was intense.

Then someone remembered
the big high school wrestling tournament
was about to start so everyone went home.

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Photoverio #268: Roofers At The Pixilato Pole Plant

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© Oliverio
Harrisonburg, VA
(2005) 

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Photoverio #267: Mr. Shadoe At The Beach

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© Oliverio
Alamitos Bay

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This Is NOT An Image Of Paul Oliverio

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This is not a stock photograph of me.

But anyone confusing the Pontiff
named Paul with the blogger named Paul
flatters the latter immeasurably.

The two Pauls, however,
do share the same birthday.

Pope John Paul II
was born on May 18, 1920

Paul Oliverio
was born on May 18, 1949

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I Cannot Curb My Enthusiasm About October 1st

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He's back
!!!

Season 9 of 
Larry David's
Curb Your Enthusiasm
premieres
October 1, 2017

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A Companion Quote For The Previous Page

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Fiction is like nonfiction

without the messy statistics.

Paul Oliverio

(2007)

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Another Timeless Quote From F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Nonfiction is
a form of literature
that lies halfway between
fiction and fact.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
The I.O.U.

Written in 1920
but published in 2017

The next Fitzgerald page
is
here

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Abner At Nine And The Left-Handed Sneeze

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For years, Grandpa Malone would sit Abner on his knee and use words like sclerosis, spinal disruption and  from latent to blatant to describe Grandma Malone's health.

There were six Malone grandchildren and Abner was the  youngest.

His thirteen-year old sister Gwendolyn was the second youngest grandchild.

On their mother's side of the family, there were also six Duggan grandchildren.

Frank Malone and Joseph Duggan co-owned a chain of hardware stores in Brooklyn. Patty Malone and Diane Duggan were best friends and next-door neighbors in Cedarhurst. They were the only Irish families in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood. Their offspring lived in Westchester  or Suffolk counties. 

Betty and Martin Malone, Abner's parents, lived the furthest distance from Cedarhurst in Scarsdale. That was their family's fourth home, each one moving Abner and Gwen further from their ten cousins.

It had been two years since Abner sat on his grandfather's lap.

It had been two years since Abner had been in Cedarhurst with all his cousins. But this Sunday the entire Malone/Duggan clan was there because they had just buried Betty Malone. Dinner had been catered by Nunzio's Restaurant, the most popular restaurant in an almost exclusively Jewish community.

Abner did not sit on the lap of the only widow in the extended family. But that lap session traditionally had happened after the meal while Gwen and all her cousins played in the yard distracting the little boy on his grandfather's rocking chair.

This story goes no further than the main course of a funeral meal, which, of course, was very somber and, contrary to the tradition of a large gathering of an Irish family, humorless.

But all things change.

Gwen and Abner sat at opposite corners of the dining table because they were the only left-handed people present. However, Gwen sneezed loudly because she had sprinkled too much black pepper on her lasagna.

"That's a left-handed sneeze  if I ever heard one," said  Uncle Billy,
riveting his eyes on his brother, Martin.

"But she only does it when eating Italian food," said Martin.

"That's because it's my favorite kind of food," said Gwen.

"I don't get it: my sister and her husband are 100% right-handed yet their two children are both left-handed," said Grace Duggan-Flynn.

"That's because," said Martin Malone, accenting every word, "the Mayor of Scarsdale is left-handed."

The sneezer laughed first and the laughter snowballed around the table, with one exception: Nine year-old Abner did not laugh. He did not get the joke.

There is nothing funny about laughter when you do not get the joke. 

Abner, seated next to his mother, climbed up on her lap despite the fact that Betty Malone laughed louder than everyone else.    

      

© Paul Oliverio   

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