Our Friday Mailbag Post

The words ‘big brother’
can elicit an interesting
variety of reactions from
folks.

Any fan of 1970’s
rock and roll will
remember the
opening verse to
Rare Earth’s hit song :
” Hey Big Brother ! ”

Or Janis Joplin’s original
band ” Big Brother and
The Holding Company”.

Of course, the original
allusion was from
George Orwell’s seminal
book about a potential
fascist future:
1984 ” ….

Oh, you didn’t think
I was referring to
Van Halen‘s best
album by the same
name, did ya ?

While we’re playing
connect the musical
dots, I guess we can’t
leave off War’s
Me And Baby Brother ” ,
which, at the very least,
will take me back to my
original thought pattern,
anyway.

I was a
big brother,
myself —

– and it was
a hard job,
believe it or not.

You’d be amazed how
many times I ended up
fighting guys that I
personally liked for
picking on my younger
siblings.

The oldest always
gets the blame
when something
goes wrong,
is charged with
running off
unsuitable
suitors for sisters,
and always
receives
the harshest
punishments
because he
‘ought to
know better ‘.

Parents always try
out stuff on the
oldest first – to learn
from their mistakes.

But I’m not kickin’
about it –

I never had to wear
hand-me-downs,
or
deal with a
‘trouble-maker’
reputation in school
that preceded from
an elder…. (me).

I was bigger,
stronger,
and faster,
so I had a
better chance of
grabbing seconds
at the dinner table..
(when there were
seconds, that is… )

Anyway,
today’s mailbag is
all about the
complicated
dynamic that is
being a sibling.

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!!! HOY !!!

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Friday Mailbag

No matter how
unpleasant a subject
you might choose,
there have been
plenty of vintage
postcards produced
about it.

Take our
general theme
today….

– divorce –

certainly
a disagreeable,
heartbreaking
kinda thing
to have to deal with,
I guess, but
somewhere,
somehow,
somebody
thought it would be a
good idea to send
another person one
of these postcards.

Alrighty…..

well, with
friends like
that, etc, etc, etc.

But they certainly
are interesting cards-
so, it’s not like I
couldn’t still post em.

So, instead of dwelling
on what for most folks
is a pretty depressing
topic……..

Our text for the
mailbag today will
have nothing at all
to do with the
illustrations, and
deal instead with
one of those TV
items I often
do like to
talk about :

The choice of Rowan
Atkinson (Mr. Bean)
to play fictional French
Inspector Jules Maigret
in the recent British
(ITV) series.

Brilliant casting,
if you ask me,
absolutely brilliant.

No fan of the
previous Inspector
Maigret series
(especially the wonderful
1990’s production with
Michael Gambon  )
woulda seen
that coming –

and yet,
it works.

The world-weary
detective in Georges
Simenon’s books
wasn’t all that effusive
to begin with –

— his characteristics
were those of
a thoughtful,
careful, committed,
experienced and
cerebral officer –
and, Atkinson slides into
the role perfectly.

His relationship with
Madame Maigret
(Lucy Cohu) and
his Police associates
is also spot on.

There are two series,
each with two episodes,
and make highly
recommended viewing,
and stay surprisingly
close to Simenon’s
intentions.

They currently
are available
on a Roku service
called “BritBox”
in the United States.

You might be able 
to access them on
YouTube as well,
I dunno.

But you should
definitely check
it out.

!!! HOY !!!

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What The Devil

I’ve been noticing
a variety of celebrities
getting some bad
press recently…

It seems to run
in cycles,
somehow.

Periodically,
since the media
has built up these
‘personalities’,
I guess it feels
it has the perfect
right to tear
’em right back down
again –

– at any time
it suits their
purposes to do so.

And of course,
that’s anytime
— any time —
that there’s
$$money$$
to be made
on the deal.

I dunno why,
exactly,

— but it
does kinda
bring to mind
the image of a
nefarious,
notorious
character
straight
out of legend,
lore and
mythology….

Talk about
bad press, man,
he’s been the
king of bad
press for centuries.

But apparently,
somebody still
likes him, cause
he’s making
all kinds
of comebacks
on TV shows,
books and commercials
( and politics ) .

And as tight assed
as the Edwardians
truly were, they seemed
to favor him on their
postcards as well.

A lot of time,
they wouldn’t
mention
his name,
or his place
of residence..

— and if they did,
it would be encoded
or in a hushed tone.

Superstition?

Bad juju ?

Well,
ok, partly.

But also,
because the
Postal Service
could be a
real stickler
about stuff
like that.

Yep, it was (is)
against postal
regulations to seem
be promoting the
image of the guy
using the mails.

Especially
a postcard –

– which can be seen
by anybody –
women, children,
and wild eyed
bible thumpers,
alike.

I’ve always
regarded
the guy,
and his
dwelling place,
as an allegory –

— one cooked up
for the purpose of
keeping people on
the straight
and narrow —

(sorta like
a mythical
buzz-kill)

– but there are still
plenty of folks
who absolutely
believe that he’s
alive and living
right down
the street,
doing tattoos
for a living,
running the local
headshop, or even
writing blogs.

Some guys even
dress for it, 
and play up
this image,
particularly my
fellow bikers,
mainly because it
scares the squares.

I get it —

I like to do
a bit of
square scaring
myself,
occasionally.

As far as
devil imagery
is concerned, though,
I’m not really a fan…..

But I’ve got
plenty of
postcards in my
mail bag
that are just burning
to ‘get the hell
out of there’…

— if you’ll
pardon the
rather mixed metaphor —

And, since there’s
no torment in Hades
that’s worser
(sure, why not ‘worser’)
than the one that a
writers-blocked blogger
feels when he’s scratchin’
around for a topic……

well,
here ya go.

And speaking
of ‘getting
the hell out of there’,
a big howdy to
our friends
down in Martin County, Florida.

Welcome back
to civilization,
– or what passes
for it, anyway.

!!! HOY !!!

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Clouds

Choosing to
express yourself
when you’re
feeling completely
under stress can be
a dangerous activity
sometimes.

You might
be just
thinking –
hey, I’ll let
off a little steam
” –
but you could
be telling the
whole world
stuff you had no
intention of ever
disclosing even to
your closest friends,
never mind letting it
get carried away into
the wild blue yonder
on a permanent
virtual cloud.

Interesting choice
for a name of a
universally linked
database system ,
isn’t it?

So light,
fluffy and
wispy, and
wouldn’t
hurt a soul.

So safe
and secure…
who ever heard
of anybody ever
falling off a
cloud, right?

Sure,
buddy.

Just think about
that the next
time lightning
zaps your TV
or a tornado
whips through the
neighborhood.

Clouds do that.

I often wonder if
the total lack of
concerns about
privacy these days
isn’t some sort of
mass social denial
that we all aren’t
just becoming tiny
cogs in the damn
machine.

Hey,
you know
the machine –

– the one that takes
all your stupid choices,
weaknesses, records,
personal characteristics
and vital statistics to
mash it all up into
what future generations
will use to entertain
them on cold winter
nights when they’ve
seen every grumpy
cat video at least
fifteen times, or their
neural net is giving
them a big
ERROR 404 .

” Look at this guy –
he’s about to step
off the board and
fall through
the roof

of the attic.
BOOOM…….
yep,
there he goes. 

Wow, what a
good
2 inch
bounce off that

cement floor….
and look at all that
stuff that fell with him.
I love the way he breaks
every one of those book
shelves on the way down.
Let’s watch that again. ” 

Ugh…..
Clouds.

HOY !

 

Tenderness

” She said……

All your women
burn in your flame.

And as it dies,
they’ll leave you
and seek revenge .

I wish I could
find her now…

My love is soft
my love is warm –

I’d take her to bed
Tenderly. “

( lyrics from:
Steppenwolf’s

Tenderness
by

Mars Bonfire
and John Kay )

Most of us
that fall
into the
‘middle aged’
category can
admit that,
over the years,
we’ve made
mistakes –

Acts of
stupidity,
cupidity,
fervidity –

– in the
name of,
what we
at one time
or another
called LOVE.

It takes a lot
of time to
pass before
you realize
that you
might have
had it all
completely
wrong —

…. so
wrong …

— that your
particular spin
on it was more
of a sporadic
wobble.

I’m not
saying that
you ever
become
an expert
on the
subject,
however.

Sure,
love at
55 or 60
feels quite
different
than at
20 or 25 –
but there’s
nothing
at all to
prove that
you will ever,
ever really
get it right.

But there’s
nothing
wrong
with trying,
right ?

Today’s
beautiful
postcards
were painted
by the great
French artist
Raphael Kirchner –

they date
from around
1905 :

and the
series was called:
“Fleurs d’ Amour”.

I hope you
enjoy them.

And if, somehow,
you ran out of music
while staring intently
at these wonderful
samples of Kirchner’s
art, well,
here’s another
song you can play
in the background
that somehow
goes with these
cards perfectly.

It’s a Leonard Cohen
piece, rendered
exquisitely by
Luciana Souza —
Here It Is ” .

!! HOY !!

Over The Hump

Wednesday,
huh ?

The most anti-climactic day of the year on the roughest day of the week.

Hoo boy.

I know
why they
call this
‘hump day’
and all —

You’d think that
would improve
my outlook on it
somehow,
wouldn’t ya ?

Oh–
that’s not why
they call it
‘hump day’ ???

Now,
I’m really
bummed, man.

Well, ok –
so, I did some
research and
found a reference
to ‘ Hump Day ‘
in a 1960’s article
about the days
of the week.

It seems to have
been derived from
a World War II
expression
“Over The Hump”-

Soldiers and Marines
drawing fire from
elevated enemy
positions would
often have to go
‘over the hump’-

— capture the
high ground,
or die trying.

Hell.

I think I liked
my original
understanding
of the saying
much better.

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!!! HOY !!!

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Friday Mailbag

Hey-
insert your
dime and
see what
happens.

Well,
alright,
so I have
no idea what
would happen…

The chicken
inside would
probably get
some seed, and
you’d get a
clucking postcard,
that’s my guess.

Sorry to
egg you
on there.

I know I
probably
came across
a bit
hard-boiled.

I was
just yolking.

Ok,
so NO –
this is not
a post
about corny
cock-a-doodle
puns .

It’s actually a
Friday Mailbag
Post.

It’s hard not to
notice how much
the Holidays
dominate
everything
this time of
year —

— hey,
even the
Mailbag is
not immune
to it’s influence.

Still, I think
we can manage
to mix it up to
a point where
it’s not going
to end up
as just another
Christmas
themed post.

And really,
you should be
thanking your
lucky stars that
we didn’t go on
with the rather
egg-selent
puns we were
coming up with.

!! HOY !!