Sunday, September 2, 2012

Sunday’s birthday card

Two of my favorite performers from the Golden Age of Radio—Fred Allen and (wife) Portland Hoffa—have generously baked yours truly a birthday cake to celebrate the tenth anniversary of my 39th natal anniversary.  (Though in the tradition of the “feud,” I think Fred might have winced at that last part.)  Many thanks to Facebook chum John Wells for posting this on my “wall,” as the kids call it—I’m always up for a good snapshot of Fred and Porty, who was once told by James Thurber “everything you and Fred said to each other was somehow akin to The Sweetheart Duet from Maytime.”

The ‘rents and I have planned a simple celebratory affair—I was very fortunate than Mom made pancakes this a.m. (the best to me this morning!) and will later work her magic on her new barbecue grill with a couple of twenty-pound butt steaks.  (Kroger’s had a sale on rib eyes a while back…and we socked a couple away for the occasion.)  Mom is in charge of grilling around Rancho Yesteryear, because Dad hates it…this will come as a complete shock to BBFF Stacia, who loves grilling more than life itself. 

By the way, the doyenne of She Blogged by Night is currently whooping it up in Las Vegas on a much deserved vacation/honeymoon—she made the rounds at the In-and-Out Burger (pictured above), saw Neil Diamond in concert, and hopefully will return home with most of the “nest egg” intact.  (“Twenty two…twenty two…come on back to me…come on back to me…”)  Champagne wishes and caviar dreams go out to her and her hubby Mr. SBBN—those crazy kids finally decided to make it legal (okay…I am joking about this—they were already married)..

Melissa Prince at INSP e-mailed me a couple of days ago to let me know what the cable channel’s other classic TV western acquisition is—they will have exclusive rights to air The Virginian, the 1962-71 oater that will also celebrate its 50th anniversary this year (and had previously been a fixture on Encore Westerns).  The channel will kick off its addition with an all-day marathon of the show beginning at 1pm September 22 before taking its place on Saddle Up Saturday the following week.  (Later, The Virginian will air in INSP’s Monday-Friday block.)

I’m not normally a corny or sentimental guy…but I am in extraordinary good spirits today simply because I have been receiving a torrent of heartfelt birthday wishes from my boon companions on Facebook, and though I will probably be mocked in the comments section I still believe wholeheartedly in the lesson to be taken away from It’s a Wonderful Life—no man is poor who has friends.  To each and every one of them who gave me a shout-out…you’re a good group.  But for those of you who’d like a bit of lemon to cut the sweetness, I will share this goodie sent to me this morning by Peter Nellhaus of coffee coffee and more coffee (a title card from the 1927 silent film Girls, directed by George Marshall):

I had planned to talk about a trip to the library Mom and I took this week…but that will have to be a post for another day.  (Besides, I have writing to catch up on.)  So until next time—on with the opera.  Let joy be unconfined.  Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor. (Play, Don...)


Chris Vosburg said...

Let us enter this den of iniquities and commit a couple of iniquities

Or perhaps three, time permitting.

Happy Birthday, Ivan.

Chris Vosburg said...

Peter Belhaus writes: What Cronenberg reminds us is that Eric is not only detached from other people, but also himself. The film can easily be read as a parable of our times.

I followed your link and fell asleep several times before finally arriving at this, the most sleep-inducing [head falls to chest, snoring....}

Chris Vosburg said...

And a word about In-and-Out Burgers:

My brother, who fled L.A. to marry the woman of his dreams in Maryland, misses exactly two things. Second, the Dodgers, but he can still get that on the cable, and first, In-and-Out Burgers.

There's an 800 number and website you can call up to locate the nearest IAOB location and my brother has 'em on the speed dial, for his infrequent trips to the southwestern united states, and every time I've picked him up at LAX when he comes to visit, the first question is always the same.

Pinky: So, what do you want to do tonight, Brain?

Brain: Same thing we do every night, Pinky. But first we'll get burgers and fries at the closest available In-And-Out.

I swear, it's like a salmon on his way upstream; if I actually said something like "no, I'm sorry, we don't have time, your sister's wedding is just about to begin, and you are, I remind you, the best man," it would have been to no avail.

Me, I love In-And-Out Burgers, but I think that has more to do with the zeitgeist of the place and time in which I first consumed them (Pasadena, the sixties) than anything else.

And so, I imagine, is the case with my brother.

Scott said...

Happy Birth (and Afterbirth) Day, Ivan! Appropriate sentiments are up over at World O' Crap (and I just added a more suitable cheesecake photo. I honestly don't know what I was thinking with that picture of Ronald Reagan, but it was the middle of the night, and I'd taken Ambien...)

Brent McKee said...

Ivan, if that cake I sent you is still ticking, just soak it in a bucket of water.

Happy birthday mi amigo and many more...and my I be around to wish you the same each and every time (I just celebrated the 17th anniversary of my 39th birthday, so I really REALLY mean that).

James Vance said...

Ivan, very best to you!