"Yeah, things have a decidedly Book of Revelation sort of feel. All that’s missing is the Whore of Babylon—although we did get Kimberly Guilfoyle at CPAC, so maybe it’s a wash."
I'm going to be laughing and cackling about this gem all day. Thanks Greg. As always.
And me too! The Babylonian will be banished soon as she irritates the Orange Menace. And, really, T**** is going to be in DALLAS? C'mon!! Motorcade?
I'm going to buy this book too! 1975 was my junior year in high school, so I think I'll be able to relate. The older I get, the more I seem to enjoy books that are normally being aimed at a female readership. Don't know why, and I don't question it. True crime, "women's" books, and Stephen King. Eclectic-ish!
The End Times… yep. It’s all happened before of course. The 70’s? I am pretty sure there was some kinda bad stuff going on then. It was a either a slightly vaguer version of bad or I was too busy being a child bride to get excited about wars and plagues and political mayhem. I recall being particularly fond of an orange fondu pot. Getting that cheese to melt right was NOT easy. I think the trick is the wine..or was it beer..I can’t remember. I recommend fondue therapy for anyone out there that is finding the current reality troublesome. Now at 72 my sight has cleared remarkably. I only read the news once a week cause, heck, how could I eat my eggs in the morning with equanimity while mouthing , ‘OH Shit’ over and over again. There are no UK vintage fondue pots in the wilds of North Wales so I taken to long epson salt baths, kind of a pre mummification ritual. When things really get dire I go outside and stick my head in the sweet-pea patch which smell like hope and old faded handkerchiefs and last forever when cut. Anything but cheese. For hope needs a poet and as G K Chesterton said,
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
I thought fondue was making a comeback? THere was a place in NYC that had chocolate fondue pots. But maybe that melted cheese renaissance has come and gone. Up the epsom salt baths!
What a treasure. Thank you. I could literally SEE that house awash with all its fascinating "stuff." Reminds me of the way Pier I used to be way back when...it was a weird and wonderful place to spend an afternoon, everything in a jumble and just waiting to be discovered.
Thank you so much I have read it practically none stop. I was 17 in 75 so this book did bring back some wild and crazy memories and I could relate coming from a "Lutheran" Family, my parents were not too bad though but church choir and all, it sounded familiar. Thanks, Greg.
"Yeah, things have a decidedly Book of Revelation sort of feel. All that’s missing is the Whore of Babylon—although we did get Kimberly Guilfoyle at CPAC, so maybe it’s a wash."
I'm going to be laughing and cackling about this gem all day. Thanks Greg. As always.
I just came here to say the same thing 😂
And me too! The Babylonian will be banished soon as she irritates the Orange Menace. And, really, T**** is going to be in DALLAS? C'mon!! Motorcade?
I'm going to buy this book too! 1975 was my junior year in high school, so I think I'll be able to relate. The older I get, the more I seem to enjoy books that are normally being aimed at a female readership. Don't know why, and I don't question it. True crime, "women's" books, and Stephen King. Eclectic-ish!
The difference is, the Dallas people LIKE Trump. They never dug JFK there, alas.
Me too. That was my FAVORITE of his intro. I'm still laughing.
Thanks. In comedy, that's what's called a "gimme."
Sounding like a hilarious summer read, thanks!
Thanks for introducing this author. I just bought Mary Jane and can’t wait to continue reading it!
I just bought it as well.
The End Times… yep. It’s all happened before of course. The 70’s? I am pretty sure there was some kinda bad stuff going on then. It was a either a slightly vaguer version of bad or I was too busy being a child bride to get excited about wars and plagues and political mayhem. I recall being particularly fond of an orange fondu pot. Getting that cheese to melt right was NOT easy. I think the trick is the wine..or was it beer..I can’t remember. I recommend fondue therapy for anyone out there that is finding the current reality troublesome. Now at 72 my sight has cleared remarkably. I only read the news once a week cause, heck, how could I eat my eggs in the morning with equanimity while mouthing , ‘OH Shit’ over and over again. There are no UK vintage fondue pots in the wilds of North Wales so I taken to long epson salt baths, kind of a pre mummification ritual. When things really get dire I go outside and stick my head in the sweet-pea patch which smell like hope and old faded handkerchiefs and last forever when cut. Anything but cheese. For hope needs a poet and as G K Chesterton said,
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
I thought fondue was making a comeback? THere was a place in NYC that had chocolate fondue pots. But maybe that melted cheese renaissance has come and gone. Up the epsom salt baths!
What a treasure. Thank you. I could literally SEE that house awash with all its fascinating "stuff." Reminds me of the way Pier I used to be way back when...it was a weird and wonderful place to spend an afternoon, everything in a jumble and just waiting to be discovered.
Thank you so much I have read it practically none stop. I was 17 in 75 so this book did bring back some wild and crazy memories and I could relate coming from a "Lutheran" Family, my parents were not too bad though but church choir and all, it sounded familiar. Thanks, Greg.