August 30, 1997

The people in my life, past and present, keep telling me I have a good memory. I guess that it’s true, but that can be a curse sometimes. One such of a day was twenty years ago this day, August 30, 1997.

I was watching college football games, as it was the first day of the season that would stretch into the first days of 1998, with a senior from Tennessee named Peyton Manning being the talk of the collegiate pigskin world. I had gotten what they call these days a desktop computer the Christmas before, and spent evenings reading online watching the various ball games, occasionally sipping on some beer as the nights wore on that year.

Before 10pm that evening, I had seen a piece of breaking news on America Online, and immediately went searching for my remote to change the channel. (I’m not sure it was the first piece of breaking news I’d ever seen on the computer and not TV, but it was one of the first.) Princess Diana had been seriously injured in automobile accident in Paris. Our cable system had the relatively new MSNBC and the more established CNN on it, but not Fox News as of yet, as it was less than a year old at that point in time.

The news outlets were saying her condition was serious, but not critical. I had remembered that when the prime minister of Israel (Yitzhak Rabin) had been assassinated a couple of years prior, that they used the term serious as they use critical here, so I knew to stay tuned and not dismiss the lack of alarm the news stations were giving off. Just after 11:30 our time that Saturday night, the tragic news came. Princess Diana had been killed.

The rest of the week was a blur, the first week of the NFL season and the Labor Day weekend – I couldn’t tell you who the Bucs played to start their season and whether or not they won without looking it up. (For the record, the Bucs beat the 49ers 13-6 in a game that would signal a turn-around in the franchise that culminated in a Super Bowl win in early 2003.)

Diana was eulogized and buried September 6th, which was my 26th birthday, definitely the most somber such day in my life. Though I hate watching funerals, I got up early and watched Diana’s farewell that morning, which was all over network TV despite the earliness of the hour.

I’ve never been a big opera buff, but when Lynne Dawson let loose with that “Verdi Requiem” midway through the service, holy mackerel, it was the perfect piece of music to express the grief of the world at that moment. I have to admit my eyes got a bit moist, which I guess is the whole point of funerals. Elton John reworked “Candle In The Wind” into a song that perfectly eulogized the Princess, which got my water works going again.

I’m Irish-American. My mother often tells me about my grandfather being arrested as a boy in the early 20th century waving the Irish flag in Ireland by the British who occupied the country at the time. It’s not like I hate everything that’s British, though the Royal Family comes off a bit stuffy and cold to me at times. That being said, it was hard not to see that a nation was in shock, mourning, and looking for answers.

Diana gave off the impression that she was the “cool kid” in that family, a breath of fresh air in a very stale group of people in an outdated monarchy. The public will always wonder if Diana’s death in Paris was the accident the press said it was, caused by the paparazzi, or if something far more sinister was at work.

All in all, a sad time for the world. Princes Harry and William lost their mother way too soon, and their mother would be very pleased in the men they’ve become.

God Bless Texas

Like many of you, I watched the scenes out of Houston and the rest of eastern Texas play out in the wake of Hurricane Harvey. It reminded me a lot of Katrina and New Orleans more than a decade ago.

Back then, it was clear that government wasn’t grasping the urgency and distress going on in New Orleans that week. It’s too early to gauge how aware President Trump is faring, and whether or not history repeats, as it sadly often does.

I live in the Tampa Bay part of Florida, and in my life we’ve been lucky we haven’t gotten a big storm of Harvey’s kind of wrath. One day that luck will end, whether that happens in a week or in a century is the unanswered question. Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best.

Aircheck: “Speaking Of Everything”, 3/13/1988

I’d really be remiss if I didn’t mention the passing of comedian Jerry Lewis last week at the age of 91. You see, I was born in Largo, Florida on the morning of September 6, 1971, which that year Labor Day. On TV that morning on one of the Tampa Bay area stations was the 1971 Labor Day telethon out of New York. Yes, I looked it up the local TV listings in the St. Pete Times archives one day. Hey, the Google can be a wonderful thing more often than not.

The telethon was its own brand of Jerry’s schmaltz on display for most of the 21 1/2 hours or so they’d occupy on Labor Day, beginning with the previous night. It did bring an iconic moment in 1976 when Lewis had a surprise guest in his former comedic partner of a generation past, Dean Martin. But most years, the telethon consisted of the story line of a chase: for MDA to raise a buck more than they did the year before. Unlike Captain Ahab in Moby Dick, Jerry was often successful, barring a bad economy, or a hurricane hitting or threatening a major area in the United States.

Thirty nine years later, it was another day where September 6th was a Labor Day Monday. I just had a feeling about seeing Jerry on TV the night before when the telethon started that this particular showing in 2010 was going to be his last one, and I made a donation. Not a big one, but what can I say? I had to respect someone who did good work as I came into the world. My hunch turned out to be a premonition, as he was replaced before the next Labor Day came around. The Muscular Dystrophy Association telethon went on a few more years, but without Lewis there it just wasn’t and couldn’t be the same.

This video is from Howard Cosell’s short lived syndicated talk program, Speaking of Everything, which was also the name of Howard’s weekend radio show of days gone by where he spoke of things beyond the sports world. If you’ve ever wondered if Howard and Jerry talked to each other, here’s some documentation of that.

Have a good weekend, everybody.


Flashback: “Blinded By The Light” by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band

If you looked up at the eclipse on Monday (didn’t they tell you not to do that?) and you suddenly have vision problems, this is for you.

This Bruce Springsteen cover (“The Boss” originally record the song in 1973) topped the charts in early 1977 for a week, giving the South African Mann a second number one hit, with “Doo Wah Diddy Diddy” being his first in October of 1964 without the Earth Band.

The Eclipse And The Nostalgia File


For a couple of minutes at various times across a swath of the country here in the United States on Monday, time stood still. It didn’t matter whether or not you liked President Trump, what your worldview is on racism or Russia, or whether or not you were a Republican or a Democrat. You took those fleeting moments out of your time and you viewed nature’s universal wonder: the first total eclipse seen in the USA since 1979.

Someone had a pretty good day on Monday, and if you know this blog, you know this made me happy.

Only an astronomical event could explain why Bonnie Tyler was on American TV more times in a seven-hour span than she’s been in the past thirty years combined. But there she was, on ABC twice, plus The Weather Channel, NBC, and CNN. (If you thought she appeared drunk on her last ABC appearance around 2:40pm or so, I’d have to agree.) I was under the impression she’d perform her 1983 mega-ballad “Total Eclipse Of The Heart” with Joe Jonas and the DNCE Band during those few minutes of totality when the sun disappears and it gets, well, totally dark. For some reason, that didn’t pan out as I had thought. Maybe the whole BMI/ASCAP royalty rights thing was an issue, but that’s just my amateur guess.

With “Total Eclipse” hitting number one on the iTunes charts Monday, some people on the Internet are wondering if this will this lead to a comeback of some sort.  Do I see Tyler getting another album released in the States as was the case in 1996 (the year after Nicki French’s remake of “Eclipse” went to #2 on the charts) with an album called Free Spirit? Yes, because she does have an album coming up for release in the next few months. (She’s had 16 studio albums to this point, but many of them weren’t released in America once her popularity waned here in the late 80’s.) Do I think such an album would do well? No, though I hope I’m wrong on that score. I just base that on how much of a dud her ’96 album was, but with other changes in the music industry such as downloadable music, maybe the right time for a comeback has arrived.

Nevertheless, the day of the eclipse was a day to remember for many reasons, but mainly because it should be a reminder to us all how little we matter in the grand scheme of things within the universe. We have to remember we all live under the same sky sometimes. Looking forward to our next eclipse in 2024, Lord willing.

The Reddit Revolution


I’m really starting to enjoy using Reddit, though I haven’t mastered the learning curve of it, its nooks and crannies.

In particular, I’m a fan of a subreddit (that’s the proper name and usage of one of its forums, right?) called Ask Me Anything, where people tell of what they do or what problems they have, and they invite people to…ask them anything. Even some celebrities, the famous and the not so famous, go on and invite fans to fire away.

Could Reddit be the new Internet phenomenon like Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat and Facebook have become? I guess that depends on perspective. Some say that they’re already there, and I’m of that opinion.

I’m “TBPauly” on there, if you want to look me up. Might even do my own AMA someday.

Quality or Quantity?

I decided on Monday to cut back the number of blog entries per week you’ll be seeing here. As was the case a few years ago, I am going back to a Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday schedule, four entries as opposed to six per week.  Fridays and Saturdays I’ll continue to throw the Flashbacks, Airchecks, and Quotable Quotes at you, as I really enjoy doing those.

Nothing is changing life-wise (at least not at present), it’s just becoming a bit of a struggle to come up with good entries as of late, so I figure if I “slow my roll” just a touch, it’ll keep me fresh and I’ll be able to articulate better on each entry, as opposed to throwing something against a wall and seeing what sticks.

I’ve been doing this blog now for nearly six years, and I’m closing in on 1,500 entries total over that stretch. I think I this blog of my little work of art and (hope I’m not being too corny here) my legacy, and I treat it as such. Rest assured readers, I’m not going away, Lord willing and if the creek doesn’t rise.

Charlottesville’s Web

Saturday afternoon, I turned the TV on, and I thought I had been transported to 1968 with what I was seeing. Protesters were clashing with each other in a near riot, if not one. A little later, one of the "Antifa" protesters was run over and killed by a rival who drove his car into a crowd.

I certainly don't think all of this is funny. Kind of pathetic all the way around if you ask me. The white nationalists crowd seemed to forget the Civil War ended over a century and a half ago, and I will never be a supporter of anything promoting so-called "white power" or anything pro-Nazi.

It's a lot easier just letting people live and let live.

That being said, I think the social justice warriors could be a bit smarter picking their fights. Why acknowledge the presence of that scum when you SJW's could have ignored it and rised above it? Plus, the media hyped things out of proportion, making such incidents an inevitable moment once it all began two days ago.

Hopefully, we've seen the last of these types of clashes. This one was rather disgraceful, and a reminder that there's a lot of hate out there to go around, even in 2017. I hope this isn't the start of something, I truly do.

Flashback: “Rhinestone Cowboy” by Glen Campbell

On Tuesday, country and pop singer Glen Campbell passed away at the age of 81. His last years as a performer were well chronicled in a documentary, where Glen was shown fighting the memory loss that came with Alzheimer's disease, the illness I know of from it claiming my maternal grandfather in 1985 and grandmother in 1994.

Glen had two songs, this and "Southern Nights" two years later, that would top both the Top 40 and country charts. He was one of scores of artists from that era that were successful in both realms, so I guess there wasn't a lot of difference between the two types of music as consumers saw it back then.

He also acted in several movies and TV shows, including appearing with John Wayne in the 1969 film True Grit where Wayne plays a marshal named Rooster Cogburn in the first of two appearances in that role, the later coming in 1975. There's that year again.

When I mentioned his passing on my Facebook page Tuesday afternoon, it was mentioned that "Rhinestone Cowboy" was the first song one of my friends had remembered. I can still see the 45 my parents copy of the song, spinning on a record player with the red Capitol record label. And as long as I can remember that, he won't be forgotten.