Salute to Jerry Lee

From Labor Day seven years ago:

 

Labor Day is fast approaching.  It’s late this year so don't forget it and go to work. I’ve never watched the Labor Day Jerry Lewis Telethon but I’m sure I would have sent them money if I had watched it. This was gonna be the year for me to watch part of it at least. I was gonna watch it while I studied for my football draft. Now I hear the Telethon is cancelled and that Jerry wasn’t even on it the past few years. Nobody told me. No one. This better not affect my draft!

Nothing against Jerry, but what if all these years the telethon would have been hosted by the other Jerry Lewis, Jerry Lee Lewis? Whoah! How could you not have tuned in? Can you imagine how much money they would have collected? On second thought though, how could a guy nick named “The Killer” host a fundraiser to cure a disease? I guess that’s why they had Jerry Lewis host and not Jerry Lee Lewis.  

Maybe “The Killer” could host one of those documentaries during Shark Week instead.  That seems more appropriate. Call it “Come on over Baby, Whole Lotta Sharkin’ Goin’ on” or something. Yeah. 

 

Hey Man, What’s Your Size?

My wife and I were traveling recently and it was a beautiful day so we were out for a morning walk. The trees were beautiful although we thought we may have been about one week past the peak color display. On our walk we ran across a plaque honoring a man who had made some significant medical discovery of some sort and had in turn made some substantial financial contributions to the community. All this was inscribed on the plaque. But one sentence on the plaque caught my eye and didn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the inscription. It noted that the man was a medium. Wait. What?

Including the size of the man just didn’t seem applicable to the importance of this man and what he had contributed to that community…

 

New Words and Phrases for 2022

 

I can’t believe it’s October already, can you? Here are some new words and phrases we’ve run across this year.

• Tilapium – Singular for Tilapia. Or, as Dr Seuss would say, One Fish…
• Tilapi Joes – Fish sandwich.
• 19th Wheel – Extra guy at the truck stop
• 3rd Wheel – Extra guy at bike shop
•  Training Wheel – Apprentice at bike shop.
•   Lights on – Not great (not lights out (do I need to explain these?))
• Supplement - a large compliment. Or, a compliment when it’s really hot out (over 90 degrees)
• 6th Wheel – When you’re really, really, really not needed
• Venmoron – people who can’t or won’t figure out venmo
• Obeast – Large, out of control person
• Bucket seat list – Cars you desire to own someday

As always, feel free to use these. Let’s get ‘em out there.

Chicken Street Tacos

My wife and I recently enjoyed some Chicken Street Tacos from Costco. Yes, we’re members. The tacos were delicious. You’ve probably had them. Marinated chicken on a corn tortilla with lettuce, cheese and salsa. Create your taco and microwave it. Yum.

So yeah, Costco mass produces everything, and they do a nice job but I figured there has to be a little restaurant somewhere where they got the idea for this dish. My wife and I travel some, and I’ve searched for the place where these tacos originated but I can’t locate it. I’ve asked around in various towns in Texas and in the Midwest. I’ve checked Rand McNally. I’ve checked Google Maps. I called AAA. I cannot locate Chicken Street.

I was however able to find 5^th Avenue where they make the candy bars…

 

The 700 Club

As we approached this, our 700^th post here at Uncle Tommy’s, we couldn’t help but think about Ole’ Albert Pujols working his way toward 700 career home runs.  Who would get to 700 first, Albert or us?

We here at Uncle Tommy had 693 posts and Albert had 698 homers when I thought of writing this. He hit two homers that Friday night so he made it to 700 before we did. So yeah, he won this round.

I’ve got nothing against Albert. He’s had a great career. But I think his winning the race takes nothing away from this blog. Had I won the race, I had no plans to call him and rub it in. Nor did I have any plans to go to a game and shout the results at him from my seat. Heck, I don’t even know if he reads the blog.

I prefer to dwell on what we have in common and that’s this: neither he nor we have ever used performance enhancing drugs to get to 700.  Yes, I drank some five hour energy drinks (free at the hotel we were staying at in New York) years ago and cranked out like 5 posts in one sitting. But I admitted to it and we’ve moved on.

 

Pay the Piper

We all read last week about King Charles having a piper play outside his bedroom window every morning at 9AM. This wakeup service is something that his mother had also enjoyed. I assume that it’s the same guy she had. While this service seems a bit over the top (and doesn’t it rain a lot in London?), I, for one, am glad Charles is continuing it. If he hadn’t, it might be kind of difficult for the piper to find work. Sure, he might get hired by some rich guy, but it probably wouldn’t be in London, and the guy would have to move his family. And maybe the new employer would want to wake up at 6AM instead of 9AM and it’s not like the piper has a piper to wake him up in the morning. And maybe the new employer might make him play pop stuff like ABBA or Anne Murray.  

So, how does it work? Does the piper keep playing louder and louder ‘til Charles gets up? Can a piper play Reveille?

How long before Harry gets a piper?

 

Intentional Walk

I know it’s fall time now, but I still have to cut the grass. It just keeps growing. Speaking of cutting grass, what’s with these guys with the really slow walk behind self-propelled mowers? Yeah, they don’t have to push the mower but it takes them like 3 hours to cut their postage stamp lawns. If you pushed a stroller that slowly around the block you’d need to pack a lunch. (Do they make self-propelled strollers yet?) ‘Cause it’s so slow, I’ve often referred to the self-propelled mower walk as the Frankenstein strut. (I know, technically, I should have called it Frankenstein’s monster’s strut.)

I was never that scared of the Frankenstein dude, ‘cause he walked so slow. I mean, was he really gonna catch anybody? If he came back today, the only guy he’d catch would be that guy down the street with the self-propelled walk behind mower.