This can’t be stated enough.
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This can’t be stated enough either.
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the morons in the legislature
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Aren’t we getting close to the point where we can replace legislators with AI?
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Let me add, regardless of the state that you live in, legislators are morons.
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I would argue that legislators tend to legislate the thoughts of the populace they represent. There must be a reason DEI is legislated against in Utah and not in, say, Washington, Oregon, etc.
There are certainly rogue legislators, but their views are generally overshadowed by the mainstream.
And yet there are crappy policies across the board. I don’t want this to devolve into a political discussion. This thread is supposed to be about public figures who have died in 2024.
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I admit I did stretch the thread by adding public things that have died, namely, Pac-12 Networks and Utah campus cultural centers.
If you admit that is is a stretch, perhaps it’s time to leave them be.
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I will do just that. Thank you.
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I remember watching Fernwood Tonight with my pops. Fred Willard was so good!
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I hadn’t thought about him in years… I recall some of his comedy routines from decades ago and always enjoyed them.
The photo in the article shows him with a really nice old Gibson L5 . I didn’t recall ever hearing him play a guitar, so went back and looked some old acts on YouTube, and found several where he was play guitar and singing. Here’s an example:
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SF Giants lost another Hall of Famer today Orlando Cepeda
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I first learned of Martin Mull through his songs that would pop up on Dr. Demento. In my old college coffee house days one I would include was his song, “Normal.” It’s hilarious.
I’ve noted that one of my favorite Mull films that isn’t mentioned is one from the early 1980s called, “Serial.” Mull portrays the only sane man in Marin County, CA, surrounded with whacked out hippy leftovers (Sally Kellerman), a boss who’s also the leader of a gay motorcycle gang (Christopher Lee), and a fringe religion minister (Tommy Smothers) who conducts a wedding ceremony where the vows include, “Thank you for accepting me into your space, because I am an a$$hole, but being an a$$hole is neither good, nor bad. It just is.” It’s one of my favorite films.
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Love that movie.
“Isn’t American great. Gas is over a dollar a gallon and it’s okay to be an a$$hole”
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“You were in an open marriage by that point anyway.”
“No, you were in an open marriage. I had a yeast infection.”
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Here is Joe Posnanski on Cepeda, an interesting story.
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When Orlando Cepeda was 17 years old, a friend of his father, named Pete Zorilla—a big man in Puerto Rican baseball—set up travel to a New York Giants baseball tryout happening in Melbourne, Fla. Young Orlando Cepeda lived for baseball. It was everything to him. “In Puerto Rico,” he would tell one reporter, “they raise some sugar cane, coffee and tobacco. I just play baseball.”
Orlando came upon his love naturally. His father, Perucho Cepeda, was, in the words of his son, “The greatest player in all of Latin America.” He was a shortstop and cleanup hitter who mixed the passion of Ty Cobb with the brute force of Babe Ruth, so much so that one of his nicknames was actually “Cobb Ruth.” Another was “El Toro.” The Bull.
Perucho Cepeda never came to the United States to play. He was too dark-skinned to play in the white major leagues and too proud and fierce to deal with all that it took to play in the Negro leagues. “He had neither the inclination to endure segregation nor the temperament to buck racism,” Orlando would write of his father.
But Orlando wanted to play in the United States. He wanted to play in the major leagues. It is true that in 1955, four of the biggest teams in baseball—the Yankees, Red Sox, Tigers and Phillies—had not yet signed a Black player. And it is also true that in 1955, there had not yet been a big-league star from Puerto Rico. But there was hope, there was Jackie Robinson and there was Willie Mays and there was Minnie Miñoso and there was the dream.
Orlando Cepeda joined a group of players making their trip to Florida for the tryout. As it would turn out, that would become perhaps the most famous and bountiful baseball tryout in history… Cepeda was there, of course. So was another 17-year-old slugger named Willie McCovey. The lives of those two slugging first basemen would cross and intersect all the way to Cooperstown.
But here’s the big finish to the story: Cepeda was so young—and the players who came with him, such as José Pagán, were so young—that Zorilla felt like he needed to send an older player with them, someone with a little bit more maturity, somebody who could help guide them on their first trip to America.
So Zorilla picked a 20-year-old rookie outfielder to take the group to America.
That 20-year-old outfielder who escorted Orlando Cepeda to the baseball tryout that would change his life? Roberto Clemente.
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Over 13,000 alcohol related car accidents each year. Here’s three of them. Minnesota Vikings Khyree Jackson and two friends killed by impaired driver.
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