Spring is here and Ralph is back! He's behind the camera as Kevin shows how to make a tasty Green Onion Dip with cream cheese and lemon juice, using a vintage Sunbeam food processor. Looks yummy - think I will see if I can get M.P. to try this recipe.
P.S. - In case you missed it, you can catch a glimpse of the elusive Ralph in the video I posted last week, beginning in the Diner Museum here. I don't know these fellows personally, but they seem like great guys.
It might be old news to the rest of the world, but we just discovered this 2008 documentary about the Los Angeles studio musicians who created the sounds we all loved in the 1960s. As Dick Clark says in here, "They played for so many people in so many styles. . . . They had the magic touch." Though rarely credited for their work back then, this show honors their contributions to the "West Coast Sound" that was heard 'round the world on radio, records, TV themes, and movie soundtracks. Fascinating.
An extra interview with delightful Carol Kaye, the only woman in the group, and a fabulous bassist:
In anticipation of a visit by a class of 2nd-graders, Kevin takes us on a walkthrough of the fabulous Cavalcade collection, including the typewriter section. Ah, sweet memories of life B. C. (before computers)!
BTW, I agree with everything Kevin says at the start about cursive writing.
Bonus: From a few years ago, Kevin and Ralph cook up some yankee fried chicken on the back porch:
My truckbuddy Frank had a post on his blog the other day on this shrine I'd never heard about. Some people call it the "Lourdes of America." I'm neither Catholic nor athletic, and the idea of a 40-mile hike uphill is rather uninspiring, to say the least. However, I can appreciate the spiritual impetus, and I'm sure many people do get a blessing of some kind thereby. The impious may jeer and laugh at such simplicities; but there are many worse ways to spend a weekend.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.