Saturday, December 31, 2016
William Christopher, R. I. P.
By Ken Levine: This awful awful year just will not end. Bill Christopher, who played Father Mulcahy [on M.A.S.H.], has passed away at 84.
Tyrus Wong, R. I. P.
Tyrus Wong, Pioneer ‘Bambi’ Artist, Dies at 106: Tyrus Wong, whose paintings served as visual inspiration for Disney’s animated classic “Bambi,” died Friday, Dec. 30. He was 106.
December 31
As most of you know, there was a time back in July when I wasn't at all sure I'd be around to see the end of the year. Yet here I am. Hooray!The other notable event of the year for me was finding three abandoned kittens who are now residents of Casa de Crider. The Very Bad Kittens have become somewhat well known on Facebook, but for the most part I've avoided inflicting photos on you here on the blog.
I finished and turned in Dead, to Begin With, a Sheriff Rhodes novel that might well be the final one. My editor left St. Martin's, and there's been a reorganization. I won't know about the fate of the series until the new year, but I'm not sanguine. And I'm fine with that. I've had a great run.
And speaking of the new year, on January 2 I'll be spending all afternoon and a good part of the evening getting tested at M.D. Anderson. On January 3 I'll learn my fate. I'm about 90% sure that the long-postponed chemo will be on the menu, so keep a good thought or two for me in 2017.
And in the meantime, Happy New Year, everybody!
How the 1963 'Career Girl Murders' Bolstered the Myth that Cities Aren’t Safe For Women
Atlas Obscura: Response to the murders—and the subsequent wrongful conviction—was a perfect storm of panic about liberated women, black men, and city life.
Friday, December 30, 2016
Chris Cannizzaro, R. I. P.
NY Daily News: Chris Cannizzaro, an original 1962 Met, has died, the San Diego Padres announced on Friday. He was 78.
Cannizzaro played 59 games for the Amazin’s who lost 120 games that season and stayed with the club through the 1965 season. He hit .236 with zero home runs, 30 RBI over his four seasons spanning the Polo Grounds and Shea Stadium. He led the league in caught stealing percentage in 1962 (56%) and 1965 (53%).
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Robert Hulseman, R. I. P.
Boing Boing: Robert Hulseman, creator of the iconic Red Solo Cup seen at frat parties, sizzurp celebrations, and Midwestern family reunions everywhere, has died at age 84. Hulseman, with friend Jack Clements, followed up that iconic container design with another: the Solo traveler coffee cup lid, such a classic design that one of them is now in the New York Museum of Modern Art.
Forgotten Hits: December 30th
Forgotten Hits: December 30th: Our brand new series kicks off today with a look back 50 years ...
Meg Chittenden, R. I. P.
Judy Bobalik reports on Facebook that Meg Chittenden has died. I've known her for years through seeing her at Bouchercons. A wonderful woman and writer.
Barbara Tarbuck, R. I. P.
Hollywood Reporter: Barbara Tarbuck, the busy actress who played Lady Jane Jacks on General Hospital for more than a decade and recently appeared on American Horror Story, has died. She was 74.
FFB: Sharp Practice -- John Farris
Sharp Practice is an amazing book. It's a ripper novel, but it's also about a lot of other things: writing, folk music, amnesia, academia, psychology, incest, and lunacy, to name just a few of them. Farris doesn't skimp on any of them. It's powerful stuff. The writing is amazing. There are long stretches of almost idyllic scenes, beautifully rendered landscapes, intricate histories, odd characters that take over for a few pages, and then come startling twists and bursts of potent violence. Word of warning: Don't get too attached to any of the characters. There's plenty of darkness, along with a little bit of light. Not much, but a little. There's even humor.
I've followed John Farris' career for well over 50 years, starting with the great Harrison High. He's written a little bit of everything, and everything I've read by him has been purely wonderful. I've never read any of his Harrison High sequels, which I once thought might be just hackwork to put money in the bank (NTTAWWT). Judy, however, read all of them and thought they were very good. I have several, and I guess it's time I found out for myself. Farris is a master, no matter what he's writing, so I'm sure it'll be fun.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Carleton Carpenter
The death of Debbie Reynolds made me think of "Aba Daba Honeymoon," which also made me think of Carleton Carpenter, which led me to look for him on the internet. I'm happy to report that he's still alive and that he even published a memoir (The Absolute Joy of Work) in 2016. So now I suppose I'll have to head for the bookcase and pull down a copy of one of his mystery novels and read it.
December 29, 1960
This will be the fourth year in a row that I've run this post. I guess that makes it a tradition.Judy and I met on December 29, 1960, on a blind date arranged by her friend Loibeth Black and my friend Fred Williams. On the left you can read what Judy wrote in our wedding book about that night.
I remember exactly what she was wearing, and though she doesn't mention it, she also wore what was then called a mouton coat. Just about every girl had one of those back then. I wouldn't be at all surprised if it were in a closet somewhere in this house. I don't know if she was impressed by me, but I was certainly impressed by her. She was a senior in high school, and I was a freshman in college. She was black-haired beauty. I was a short-haired, four-eyed geek. It didn't take me long to learn that she was also very smart, and if I didn't fall for her on that date, it wasn't long before I did. After a few dates I could tell that she liked me, too, for reasons I'll never understand.
We always celebrated December 29 as an anniversary and gave each other a gift every year. I miss the old days.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Debbie Reynolds and Me
While I never met Debbie Reynolds, I feel almost as if I grew up with her. My first memory of her is from a movie called Two Weeks with Love, which I saw when I was about nine years old. I thought "Aba Daba Honeymoon" was the greatest song ever, and I fell hard for Debbie Reynolds. I saw her in many movies after that, and when that rat Eddie Fisher dumped her for Liz, it was big news among my friends, especially the girls. (Carleton Carpenter, who sang the duet with Debbie, went on to write a series of mystery novels, most of which I own, but none of which I've read.)
But the main thing I wanted to mention is that there was a persistent rumor that Debbie was related to some people in my little hometown of Mexia, Texas. These people weren't the cream of society, quite the opposite, in fact. One of them was known only to me (and everyone else I knew) as Guv'nor. He was, as we say now, mentally challenged, and he lived with his mother in a house that wasn't much more than a shack. The rumor went that Debbie came to Mexia more than once to visit Guv'nor and his mom. I knew at least two people who claimed to have seen her when she was in town.
Several years ago Judy and I saw her do a one-woman show about which I remember very little other than that she was natural and charming and exactly what I'd expected Debbie Reynolds to be. I sure wish I'd seen her when she slipped into my hometown to visit her less fortunate relatives. If they were her relatives and if she ever did.
But the main thing I wanted to mention is that there was a persistent rumor that Debbie was related to some people in my little hometown of Mexia, Texas. These people weren't the cream of society, quite the opposite, in fact. One of them was known only to me (and everyone else I knew) as Guv'nor. He was, as we say now, mentally challenged, and he lived with his mother in a house that wasn't much more than a shack. The rumor went that Debbie came to Mexia more than once to visit Guv'nor and his mom. I knew at least two people who claimed to have seen her when she was in town.
Several years ago Judy and I saw her do a one-woman show about which I remember very little other than that she was natural and charming and exactly what I'd expected Debbie Reynolds to be. I sure wish I'd seen her when she slipped into my hometown to visit her less fortunate relatives. If they were her relatives and if she ever did.
Debbie Reynolds, R. I. P.
TMZ.com: Debbie Reynolds -- who rose to stardom in "Singin' in the Rain" and quickly became a staple among Hollywood royalty -- died Wednesday as a result of a stroke, TMZ has learned ... just one day after her daughter Carrie Fisher passed away ... this according to her son Todd.
Carrie Fisher and Me
Like everyone else, I'm saddened by the death of Carrie Fisher. Judy, Angela, Allen, and I went to see Star Wars the day it opened in Brownwood, Texas, where we were living at the time. A few days later Angela, Allen, and I all got Star Wars t-shirts. I still have mine. Carrie Fisher was a big part of the movie's success. She was the very best kind of princess. She was smart, good with a blaster, and didn't take crap from anybody.
I never met Carrie Fisher, but there is a connection, however tenuous it might be. I never met her, but I did meet one of the men she (allegedly) had a romantic fling with. In the movie version of Postcards from the Edge, he's played by Dennis Quaid.
The man that she (allegedly) had a fling with is a writer, and Judy and I met him at a conference a year or so before the movie came out. Judy once told me that he (the writer) was "the best-looking man I ever saw in person." I said, "You mean besides me."
Now I have to tell you something you might not know about Judy, even if you knew her fairly well. Judy never lied. Ever. She was probably capable of it, but she told me that she would never do it, not for any reason. So when I said, "You mean besides me," she said, "No. He's the best-looking man I ever saw in person."
I sulked around covertly for a day or so, but I got over it. After all, he was a pretty good-looking guy. Even better-looking than Dennis Quaid.
And that's my Carrie Fisher connection.
I never met Carrie Fisher, but there is a connection, however tenuous it might be. I never met her, but I did meet one of the men she (allegedly) had a romantic fling with. In the movie version of Postcards from the Edge, he's played by Dennis Quaid.
The man that she (allegedly) had a fling with is a writer, and Judy and I met him at a conference a year or so before the movie came out. Judy once told me that he (the writer) was "the best-looking man I ever saw in person." I said, "You mean besides me."
Now I have to tell you something you might not know about Judy, even if you knew her fairly well. Judy never lied. Ever. She was probably capable of it, but she told me that she would never do it, not for any reason. So when I said, "You mean besides me," she said, "No. He's the best-looking man I ever saw in person."
I sulked around covertly for a day or so, but I got over it. After all, he was a pretty good-looking guy. Even better-looking than Dennis Quaid.
And that's my Carrie Fisher connection.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
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Richard Adams, R. I. P.
BBC News: The author of Watership Down, Richard Adams, has died aged 96, his daughter has said.
The tear-jerking children's classic about a group of rabbits in search of a new home after the destruction of their warren was first published in 1972.
The tale, first told by Adams on a long car journey with his daughters, turned into a best-seller.
Carrie Fisher, R. I. P.
BBC News: US actress Carrie Fisher, best known for her role as Princess Leia in the Star Wars series, has died aged 60, days after suffering a heart attack.
Vera Rubin, R. I. P.
Pioneering Astronomer Vera Rubin Dies: (NEWSER) – Vera Rubin, a pioneering astronomer who helped find powerful evidence of dark matter, has died, her son said Monday. She was 88. Rubin's scientific achievements earned her numerous awards and honors, including a National Medal of Science presented by President Bill Clinton in 1993 "for her pioneering research programs in observational cosmology." She also became the second female astronomer to be elected to the National Academy of Sciences. "It goes without saying that, as a woman scientist, Vera Rubin had to overcome a number of barriers along the way," California Institute of Technology physicist Sean Carroll tweeted Monday. Rubin's interest in astronomy began as a young girl and grew with the involvement of her father, Philip Cooper, an electrical engineer who helped her build a telescope and took her to meetings of amateur astronomers, the AP reports.
Hat tip to Deb.
Hat tip to Deb.
Ricky Harris, R. I. P.
Actor, Comedian Ricky Harris Dead at 54: (NEWSER) – Comedian and actor Ricky Harris passed away Monday of a heart attack, his manager tells the Hollywood Reporter. He was 54. Harris performed on HBO's Def Comedy Jam before making his acting debut in 1993's Poetic Justice with Janet Jackson and Tupac Shakur, reports the Los Angeles Times. He went on to have TV roles on Moesha, Everybody Hates Chris, Dope, The Tracy Morgan Show, and The People v. OJ Simpson: American Crime Story, per CBS News. He also performed skits on his childhood friend Snoop Dogg's albums. In an Instagram video, Snoop Dogg says Harris was a "Long Beach original" who's "on his way to heaven now."
Hat tip to Deb.
Hat tip to Deb.
Everyone Really Hates the Word "Whatever"
Mental Floss: Never mind that the best quote of 2016 contains the dismissal "whatever"—the word is universally abhorred for the eighth year running, a new poll released by the Marist Institute for Public Opinion reveals.
Liz Smith, R. I. P.
Liz Smith dies aged 95: Ralf Little leads tributes to Royle Family and Vicar of Dibley star: he BAFTA award-winning actress Liz Smith, who played Norma in the hit comedy show The Royle Family, has died aged 95.
The actress, who also starred as eccentric baker Letitia Cropley in The Vicar of Dibley, died on Christmas Eve.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Overlooked Movies: Law of the Pampas
And what a cast! There was Sidney Toler, Charlie Chan himself, impersonating an comic Argentinian, and Glenn Strange, who went on to play Frankenstein a few times. Strange was all over TV in the '50s, too. Even Eddie Dean had a bit part. He went on to be a pretty big singing cowboy star in the '40s. And Sidney Blackmer, who sure had a great career. I don't know who played the kid, Ernesto, but he was more annoying than anything. He was probably inserted to appeal to the crowd that would fill the theater for this 1939 feature.
The plot's fairly simple, also a nod to the intended audience. Hoppy and his sidekick, Lucky (Russell Hayden, in this instance), go to Argentina with a herd of cattle shipped there by the Bar 20. Hoppy's going along because he has grasped in an instant that the accidental deaths of the wife and son of the ranch owner weren't accidental at all. And he already knows who done it. These B-westerns didn't deal in subtlety.
There's plenty of ridin' and shootin' and fightin'. There's even an explosion. William Boyd is excellent as Hoppy, as usual, and the movie seemed to be to of a little higher quality than most B-westerns, with some attention to the details of the Argentinian ranch and gauchos, even though Argentina looks a lot like California. All in all, an entertaining way to spend 80 minutes or so.
Monday, December 26, 2016
George S. Irving, R. I. P.
Playbill: Actor George S. Irving, a Tony winner in 1973 for Best Featured Actor in a Musical in Irene opposite Debbie Reynolds, died December 26.
Born George Irving Shelasky November 1, 1922, in Springfield, Massachusetts, he grew up singing at neighborhood synagogues and churches. In 1942 he was cast in the chorus at the MUNY in St. Louis, and made his Broadway debut in 1943 in Oklahoma!. With 32 Broadway credits, Irving performed in such classics as Gentleman Prefer Blondes, Can-Can, Bells Are Ringing, the 1981 revival of The Pirates of Penzance, and Me and My Girl, for which he earned a Tony nomination. He was last seen on a Broadway stage for the one-night-only benefit performance A Wonderful Life for The Actors’ Fund.
Holden Caulfield’s Christmas Prequel to ‘Catcher in the Rye’
The Daily Beast: Before J.D. Salinger’s iconic teenaged character ever appeared in the author’s most famous novel, he was the protagonist of a Christmas short story in The New Yorker.
What Is the Trendiest Baby Name in American History?
What Is the Trendiest Baby Name in American History?
Hint: There's a Beatles connection (but maybe not the one you're thinking).
Hint: There's a Beatles connection (but maybe not the one you're thinking).
I'm Going to Look in the Walmart Parking Lot
What Happened To This Cult Leader's Lost Treasure?: The self-styled prophet Brother XII may have left behind $6 million in gold coins.
Sunday, December 25, 2016
George Michael, R. I. P.
Ex-Wham! singer George Michael dies: The star, who launched his career with Wham! in the 1980s and later continued his success as a solo performer, is said to have "passed away peacefully at home".
Peace on Earth
Daily Mail Online: This is why you don't leave Christmas shopping to the last minute: Massive brawls break out in malls across the US as tempers fray and fists fly in New Jersey, Alabama and Georgia
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Happy Holidays!
Merry Christmas, happy Chanukah, festive Festivus, joyous Kwanzaa! Or if you don't celebrate any of those, happy Sunday! My wish for you is that your days be merry and bright and that you find joy where ever you go.
Peter Porges, R. I. P.
| Inkspill - New Yorker Cartoonists News: Peter Porges, who began his New Yorker career in the summer of 1965 (his first drawing in the magazine appears above) died this week at age 89. Mr. Porges was perhaps more widely known as a MAD artist (one of its famed Usual Gang of Idiots), but his New Yorker career spanned thirty-five years. Jack Ziegler, a New Yorker colleague, told Ink Spill today:
Friday, December 23, 2016
Season of Ice --Richard Prosch
Let's get this out of the way right at the beginning: Season of Ice is dedicated to me, which makes me feel humble and proud. I wouldn't feel that way if the book weren't really good, but it is.As you can see on the cover to the left, Season of Ice is a collection of crime stories, most, but not all, of them set in the present day. I say that because Prosch is a fine writer of westerns, too, and a winner of the Spur award. My favorite story is probably the one that gives the book its title both because I always enjoy it when a crime in the past has consequences in the present. Also this one, lik others in the collection, shows Prosch using the Nebraska weather to great advantage to echo the darkness of the story. But all the other stories are good ones.
One of the non-contemporary stories is "The Luck of Frankie Irish," set in a terminal at JFK airport during the blackout of 1965. The blackout is part of Frankie's luck. This story gives Prosch an opportunity to write in a different voice, and it's funny. The other historical story is "The Dead Hand," and it's set much farther back in time, just after WWI. It's a story of revenge and a good one. Like many of the stories, it has a good twist at the end.
"#peacerocks" is definitely contemporary, and all too possible in today's world.
The book opens with "Gun Guys." I love a story where the geezer wins. It's followed by "Fool Me Twice," a noir tale that lives up to the title. And you gotta love a tense tale like "Chester Dokes," in which a guy some call Chester the Molester becomes a little bit of a hero.
As I said earlier, all the stories are good ones, so you can't go wrong. Highly recommended, as it would be even if it were dedicated to Joe Lansdale.
FFB: Springer's Gambit -- W. L. Ripley
Since I enjoy W. L. Ripley's novels about Wyatt Storme so much, I thought I'd try his other series and see if it's just as good. And, sure enough, it is.Cole Springer is a smart-mouthed piano player who owns his own bar in Aspen, but he's broke and could use some money. He also happens to be a former Secret Service agent and Iraq vet who's mighty handy with a gun and a knife. (Okay, I don't know about the knife; I couldn't resist stealing that line from "Wolverton Mountain. The gun part, though, I'm sure about.)
Max Shapiro is a real estate guy who's also a money launderer for the mob. When he finds out he has cancer, he tells the mob to kiss off. Then he finds out he doesn't have cancer, after all. Uh-oh. What he needs is a bodyguard, and Springer's the best.
Add a hitman having a midlife crisis, a beautiful Colorado state cop, hapless mob types, Shapiro's girlfriend who's way too good for him, Feds out to make a name for themselves (and who happen to the the cop's ex-husband and ex-lover) plus the gambit devised by Springer to save Shapiro, get rich, and solve all the other problems.
What you get is a fast-moving story full of quirky characters, action, great one-liners, and a well worked out caper. It's funny, too, and the writing is a pure pleasure to read. Now I have to look for the other books in the series because I'm well and truly hooked.
Thursday, December 22, 2016
P.J. Lambrecht, R. I. P.
P.J. Lambrecht, Monkeewrench' series co-author, dies: Patricia “P.J.” Lambrecht, co-author of seven best-selling thrillers featuring the St. Paul Monkeewrench gang, died Wednesday on her own terms after entertaining her oldest friends. She was 70.
Gordon Hunt, R. I. P.
AOL Entertainment: Gordon Hunt, director of live-action and animated work who was also the father of Helen Hunt and the husband of actress B.J. Ward, died Saturday. He was 87.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
This week in the 'bloids
This week in the 'bloids: What happens when the tabloids hit bottom? We find out this week, when the ‘Globe’ brings us five photo-filled pages of the “worst butts in showbiz,” along with some of the worst picture captions and most labored puns accompanying celebrity derrieres..
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Kevin O'Morrison, R. I. P.
Hollywood Reporter: A member of Orson Welles' famed Mercury Theater, he also was a prolific playwright.
Kevin O'Morrison, a playwright and character actor who appeared in such films as The Set-Up and Sleepless in Seattle, has died. He was 100.
“Trust Me, I’m a Doctor” (by Manju Soni)
SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN: An eye surgeon turned author, Manju Soni has written nonfiction for the Apeiron Review and other journals. Her debut short story, “The Game,” appears in the current issue of EQMM (January/February), in the Department of First Stories. It’s a tale that combines psychological suspense with a keen awareness of the drama of nature. In this post the author talks a little about how her two careers converge.—Janet Hutchings
New York Skyline 360 Panorama
New York Skyline 360 Panorama: The largest photo ever made of NYC. If you printed this image at a standard photo resolution of 300DPI, it would be 18 meters or 57 feet wide, and 9 meters / 28 feet tall. That's a big photo! For more information about this panorama, please contact us.
Dick Latessa, R. I. P.
The New York Times: Dick Latessa, whose long New York stage career started in the 1960s and culminated in 2003 with a Tony Award for playing the adoring husband Wilbur Turnblad in the hit musical comedy “Hairspray,” died on Monday at his home in Manhattan. He was 87.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Blaze! The Christmas Journey -- Stephen Mertz
If you're looking for an entertaining Christmas story to read during the holidays, Stephen Mertz provides it in Blaze! The Christmas Journey. Kate and J.D. Blaze, husband and wife, are the fastest gunslingers in the west, but Kate has talked J.D. into playing Santa for the townsfolk in Horseshoe, Arizona Territory. He's reluctant, but he's doing fine until a drunk woman with a gun tries to kill him. And then the bank is robbed.
It turns out that the woman believes her son has been with the bank robbers in another town and is about to be hanged. Kate thinks she and J.D. should travel with the woman to the town and try to save the woman's son. After all, it's Christmas. Besides, at the same time they might catch the bank robbers and collect the bounty. They travel by stage, train, and Conestoga wagon. And if there's anything that improves any story almost as much as quicksand, it's a fight on top of a moving train.
There's surprisingly little sex in this adult western, and nothing graphic. There's humor and heart and plenty of action. Not only that, things work out just the way you'd want them to, so it's just right for the holidays. Check it out.
Louis Harris, R. I. P.
The New York Times Louis Harris, the nation’s best-known 20th-century pollster, who refined interpretive polling methods and took the pulse of voters and consumers through four decades of elections, wars, racial troubles and cultural revolutions that ran from tail fins to the internet, died on Saturday at his home in Key West, Fla. He was 95.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Overlooked Movies -- Pretty Maids All in a Row
When I read the novel Pretty Maids all in a Row in the '60s, I never dreamed it could be made into a movie, much less a movie with a major director (Roger Vadim), well-known stars (Rock Hudson [with porn 'stache!], Angie Dickinson, Roddy McDowall, Telly Savalas [absolutely playing Kojak], Keenan Wynn). With a screenplay by producer Gene Roddenberry. One thing I'm convinced of is that the movie could never be made now. Rock Hudson is a high-school guidance counselor who's sleeping with students (lots and lots of underage nudity and upskirt shots, not to mention sex scenes). John David Carson is a student whom Hudson sets up with his teacher, Angie Dickinson (yes, nudity and sex). Meanwhile someone's murdering cheerleaders and pinning notes to their panties. The whole thing is so unPC that it's hard to believe even when you're watching it. The '70s were a different world, for sure. Oh, and it's a comedy. With a song by the Osmonds (!). Looking for something completely different? This is it.
Monday, December 19, 2016
Sheila Liming -- My Neighbor Octavia
My Neighbor Octavia: For years, I knew Octavia E. Butler, the famed African American science fiction and fantasy writer, by her first name only. That was the way she introduced herself when I first met her back in the fall of 1999. Butler had just purchased the house across the street from my parents’ and joined the ranks of our rather conventional suburban community in Lake Forest Park, WA, located just north of Seattle. A spate of rumors had attended her arrival on the block: “Octavia” wrote novels (about aliens!); “Octavia” had one of those “genius” grants; “Octavia” lived alone and was a reclusive artist type. An interview with Butler appeared in the Shoreline-Lake Forest Park Enterprise, our humble (and long-since defunct) local weekly, explaining that our new neighbor was, indeed, the author of a dozen novels and a MacArthur Fellowship recipient.
Patti Smith on Singing at Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize Ceremony
Patti Smith on Singing at Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize Ceremony: "It occurred to me then that, although I did not live in the time of Arthur Rimbaud, I existed in the time of Bob Dylan."
I Found a Penny in the Walmart Parking Lot Last Week
Daily Mail Online: The incredible thousand-year-old UNDERGROUND 18-storey city that could house 20,000 people and was discovered by chance when a man was doing DIY on his house in Turkey
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Zsa Zsa Gabor, R. I. P.
abc7ny.com: Zsa Zsa Gabor, the jet-setting Hungarian actress who made a career out of multiple marriages, conspicuous wealth and jaded wisdom about the glamorous life, has died. She was 99.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
Bob Coburn, R. I. P.
Beverly Hills, CA Patch: LOS ANGELES, CA -- Bob Coburn, a Los Angeles radio personality who had also hosted the country's premiere rock and roll interview program [Rockline], died Saturday. He was 68.
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