Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl. She was so sexy that she burned through your TV screen. She did Sammy Davis Jr. Dean Martin. Red Foxx. And one other guy.
But she did him so hard that he switched teams.
But he wrote a song about her.
We salute Lola Falana on "Black History Month."
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L-O-L-A?
La la la Lola....
I've said it before and I'll say it again: ain't no gal compare to Freda. Freda who? Freda Payne, mah man.
I never heard the word transvaginal until today.
I like that word.
It's like the vage is a tranny.
I like the word Transvaal. Reminds me of South Africa.
It too bad you're not into transvaginal sex, Titus. You might like it better than trannies.
As prefixes go (prefices?), I'm more partial to cis than trans-the latter has a lot of negative baggage. It's getting as bad as being a theoretician and feeling squeemish talking openly about HOMOs and LUMOs.
Did I ever tell of the time I took my youngest son to Rome? I made him walk all over the place with me, as I think that's the best way to see a city.
One day we walked through the Forum, out to the Circus Maximus, then along the Appian Way, past the baths, all the way to the Saint Sebastian Gate. It was amazing to walk along that ancient road, knowing that it had been traveled by everyone coming and going to Rome. The pine forest was amazing. The gate and wall were still somewhat extant, although things like the Forum had seen better days. We walked through the gate and bam - there we were, out in modern Rome - cars, buses, mopeds and modernity.
We ducked back through the gate into the relative serenity of the old road and walked back to our hotel.
That was a good trip.
And that's my saint story for today.
I did that walk too, sessanta grit--looking for Roman paving stones which was an obsession of mine at the time.
Did you look for the Cloaca Maximum along the river?
What did you think of trans-Tiber- (trastevere)?
Oh, the things I missed. I walked up Palatine hill, but missed Trastavere. Looked at the baths but didn't notice the sewer system.
More's the pity - I shant be going to Rome again. And since I haven't seen Naples, what does that mean, eh?
I hate tranny's chick.
But I love tits.
tits.
Mr. Manilow is, shall we say, coy about which side he plays for, if any.
My mom and I walked around Rome looking for the laundromat where we had left our clothes before it closed. (We had to leave before it opened the next day.)
Good times.
The advantage of walking every day
is so when you die, they'll say,
"Well, he looks good doesn't he."
I was miserable in Rome. But then I was alone. Rome is totally about family even though it's a big cosmopolitan city.
Roma is great. First time I went I took my redheaded girlfriend. She was a bad person to travel with.
Second time I took my son and met my blonde girlfriend over there. That was better - she stayed in a hotel above the Spanish Steps and my son and I stayed over near the Termini. Perfetto.
The gelato at the gelateria just a block to the left and around the corner from the bottom of the Spanish Steps was to die for back in 90's.
My favorite was Rainbow Gelato near Fontana Trevi. But come to think of it, I never got any bad gelato in Italy.
Chickenlittle, We ate that same gelato sitting on the Spanish Steps! It was superb. However, the best gelato I ever ate was the next week in Sorrento.
Also, I tried to access your email via your blog but it won't let me. I am hoping to buy you a drink somewhere in the North County.
The best gealto I've found in the US is @ the Bellagio..very authentic and very good.
The best gelato I've had was at Gelosi's in Oconomowoc, WI. They even make sugar free.
Gelosi's Gelato
Also, I tried to access your email via your blog but it won't let me. I am hoping to buy you a drink somewhere in the North County.
Not sure what's up there, spinelli. Others here (including Troop) reach me loud and clear with that email.
Isn't black history month January?
Hey, this has nothing to do with black history but you might find it amusing.
AllenS said...
The advantage of walking every day
is so when you die, they'll say,
"Well, he looks good doesn't he."
February 23, 2012 10:53 AM
Generally true, but not if you get hit by a car.
Chick, My blogger name @ gmail will get me.
Allie, You probably have eaten the best gelato in southcentral Wi. However, being an intelligent person I'm sure you realize there is better gelato. What always confounds me is just how provincial Cheeseheads can be. I don't think you're high up on the provincial scale but it's something all Cheeseheads should be aware of.
I don't like gelato.
I don't eat any sweets.
Not because of diet, I just don't care for sweets.
When I was little I ate tons of sweets.
tits.
It's been 60 degrees out here in Boston.
The past two days.
It has been incredibly warm winter and I love it.
Tanky season is on it's way.
I love wearing a tanky and showing my guns.
tits.
Nick, it's OK, I am probably as provincial as the next Wisconsinite, lol. Except I hate Old Fashioneds and Tom &Jerrys, I don't say aina, hey dere, or jah jah Wisconsin.
I do love me some brats with sauer kraut though.
The owners of the Gelato shop are Italians, her father was a gelato maker back in Italy and she says it's her fathers recipe, she still has an accent so I assume she learned her craft in Italy, however the milk she uses is from good old Wisconsin cows.:)
I like reading about everybody's travels here.
Darcy, So do I. One of the many ways I got under the professor formerly known as EBL skin was by pointing out her horseshit..in no uncertain or nuanced terms. I'm fairly certain she's afraid to fly. That's something I'm sympathetic to..my daughter is afraid. However, my daughter faces her fears and flies because travel is the best educaation.
In her classic narcissistic style, the blonde said, "travel is overrated". This was a thread where everyone was sharing their travel stories, which almost all of us like. That's when I mocked her statement for it's phoniness and stupidity.
I saw Lola Falana and Johnny Bench together on stage once. Dancing and singing in a tight red pantsuit showing just amazing cleavage, and go-go boots of course - Lola not Bench.
It at a place called Camp Eagle, and was part of Bob Hope's "Look at all the round eyes I brought over for you Christmas tour". Gloria Loring may have been there also. I have pictures buried somewhere. They're b&w but I can still remember that red.
Nick, now that you mention it, the real EBL has never mentioned going overseas, did she? As for me I LOVE flying, even though I am afraid of heights. I fool myself into thinking I'm on solid ground.
I had only one very scary incident when on one of those small planes, flying into Hilton Head. I've never felt such turbulence before , nor do I ever want to again.
I have flown over 500 times, and the number of landings is equal to the number of takeoffs.
The scariest flight I was ever on was on a commercial jet - big ol' thing, 737 or something. The airframe made the same noises they used in the soundtrack during the plane crash scene in Cast Away. Which was a POS movie, in my opinion, but an accurate depiction of what a jet on the verge of being ripped apart in a storm sounds like.
Hilton Head - my ancestor Capt. William Hilton discovered that back in 1664. Did he leave me so much as a lot next to a golf course? No. Hell to the no! (BHM and all.)
The greatest g-force I ever felt was in a stock car at speed on the track at Daytona. I was a passenger, the driver said we were doing 175 mph, I think he exaggerated, but it was plenty fast, I'm gonna tell you whut.
And as for showing guns, I carry concealed.
@Nick
She said travel is "overrated"? Yeah, if you haven't done much of it, it is pretty phony to call it overrated.
Everyone I've known who has traveled extensively has not regretted it. Maybe gotten a little tired of it at times, like if they travel a lot for their job, but recognized the value and education.
We stayed in a condo on Hilton Head, there was a pond within a few feet of the condo decks. I was out there just relaxing when I thought I saw an alligator swim by, then another smaller one.
I had never seen alligators that up close and personal before, my stupid EX son in law ran inside and grabbed our leftover roast chicken and threw it to the alligators. Those two alligators were feet from our deck, I can't believe they didn't put up some sort of fence separating the pond from the decks.
I was scared silly to sit out on the deck by myself after that, every time they saw us they swam over and looked like they were going to climb the stairs.
Out of my first 21 airplane flights, only 2 involved landing in the plane. All the others were parachute jumps. There's something weird about landing in an airplane. Like it's unnatural, or something. I like to drive, although it would be impossible to drive to Italy from Star Prairie, WI. They sell gelato in New Richmond.
Allen, jumping out of planes, I think that takes some major courage. I could NEVER do it.
John, Thanks for your service. And, if the catcher on stage was Mike Piazza he would have been dressed up like Lola also!
Allie, I have an open mind. With much incredulity I tried a pizza shop in downtown Phoenix called Pizzeria Bianco. I had read and been given rave reviews by folks. It's as goods as any pizza I've ever eaten. Now..pizza is what you grew up on. Some poor bastards think Chef Boyardee is the best. I don't want to rekindle that stale debate. But, this place is owned by a guy who is really a baker..dago from Brooklyn, who just bought this nice old house and has a small restaurtant w/ just pizza and salads and bread. You have to wait 2 hours to eat but worth every fucking second!
In that same context, I will try your place in "Coony" w/ an open mind. My bride is from Watertown and that's what they call Oconomowoc.
It might not sound like much, Allie, but I did it for the $50 extra a month. At the time, that was big money. In 1967, for the whole year in the Army, I made a little over $1600. And, I paid federal taxes and they took out for social security, too. I got to wear jump boots with my pant legs tucked inside the boots, which was like way totally cool. I still have jump boots that I keep spit shined. Not just the toes and the heels, but the whole boot. I wear them on special occasions, and dates.
I have vertigo, so I avoid flying. Just a couple of days ago, a friend who is a new pilot asked if I wanted to go flying. It sucked, having to turn him down.
One night I was celebrating my insomnia and was surfing the Interwebs and decided to call Carnival Cruise Lines and chat it up with whomever was working that morning (about 2 or 3 am). I explained my hesitation of getting on a ship, because of the vertigo, and asked what my options were if I went on a cruise and it triggered an attack.
He explained that they would put me off at the next port, prorate a refund for me, but I was responsible for travel arrangements back home. I asked him if I could just jump off the back of the ship and let the Coast Guard fish me out of the water. After all, that's why I've been paying taxes all these years, right? I mean, those dopehead hippies who go surfing in front of a hurricane get to get rescued on our dime, why can't I abuse the system for once?
The Carnival guy recommended that I NOT jump off the ship.
Traveling is the one thing I encourage young people to do more, before they get a job, a spouse, and kids. I wish I hadn't been consumed with work and had traveled more. One year we went to see the Fundy tides. Incredible sight. We drove back down on Route 1 on the coast of Maine. Wow.
Well Nick if you are there during the summer months , you may just run into me and my kids and grandkids, we take the pontoon boat over from our lake house, dock it at the pier in Oconomowoc, then walk over to the Gelato place, we end up there almost every day for the gelato.
Wind,
Do not jump off a ship into the ocean. If you do, you will immediately move to the bottom of the food chain. Not good.
Allie and AlanS, Your boy Braun just beat the drug rap!
Nick,
He must have had a good lawyer.
Yeah, please don't be fish food, windbag. :)
I asked today on Twitter where a nice place in the U.S. was to visit alone. Someone said Maine.
I'm thinking. It would have to be when it was really warm there. :)
Maine is beautiful. Kind of like North Carolina with white pine trees instead of yellow pines, and no barbeque.
Kidding - NC is much better.
Yes, I heard, good for him!
Actually, a person is better off staying away from the ocean.
Not good if you're in a small boat.
And, stay away from even sailing in a large boat if you are around Japan
Allen, you wear your jump boots with your pants tucked into them on dates? Kowabunga! Or what do you yell when you jump?
Catching up on Justified. Raylan needs some consoling!
Volunteer Darcy! ;)
Darcy,
The Maine summer is June 15th to August 15th. If you want really warm that's about it. But it's also nice (take a light jacket and/or sweater) May to September.
The Maine coast in summer is indescribable, I won't even try. It's like you can get drunk on the air alone.
I hope you get to be there.
Everything Ricpic says is true. We used to vacation there years ago, and the coast is amazing. One time we took a boat ride out to an island and had a clam and lobster bake right on the beach. Not sure they do that these days, but I remember it fondly.
Thanks, guys! I'm sold.
I went to Maine with my parents around 1975. Family vacation by car. We drove up the coast all the way to the ferry crossing that takes you over to Nova Scotia and then drove down to Digby. I wanted to go to the Titanic museum in Halifax but it was too far away. Ate tons of lobster. The scenery was gorgeous.
Up next from the esteemed professor: Why having a reality show is over-rated.
And it's really cool hearing about people's travel adventures and listening to the wax poetic about...wherever.
Steinbeck was really good with that. Even when he maybe made stuff up.
Hah. I've been looking for property in Maine. I'd love to retire there. I know, that's backwards. Maine is the other end of the Appalachian Trail, which runs through our little town. You can spot (and smell) the hikers a mile away.
I don't think I'll be going on a cruise. Last time we spent the day on the lake with friends, I got sick standing on the dock as it swayed from the boat wake.
And we went snorkeling at John Pennycamp in the Florida Keys. Spectacular colors. I got a vertigo attack while snorkeling. What's my only option? Get back on the boat. Great.
Windbag: Don't feel bad about your lack of travel.
I've been abroad, and it's a terrible place.
The Paris Opera terrible? Seeing Tosca in the Sydney Opera house terrible? Seeing the Ginza lit up at night, so bright that even with low speed film your light meter says "Shoot!" terrible? Walking the Appian way terrible? Strolling around Singapore and drinking in the sights before sitting down for a beer at Raffles bar terrible? Hiking down into the Grand Canyon of Australia terrible? Experiencing a 40 below windchill in Ottawa - well, actually, that was terrible, but going to the CMC the next day was pretty nice. Strolling the streets of Florence, walking beside the Arno, or taking a train from Glasgow to Edinburgh terrible? Hearing Christmas carols played on bagpipes - well, that wasn't terrible, but it was curious. Finding utter quiet in a Shinto temple in a park in downtown Tokyo - well, that was borderline miraculous, I must say. Strolling in a forest of giant 300 year old cedars outside Nikko all planted by a powerful shogun, that was awe inspiring.
Yeah, I see what you did there Tim.
That line is actually out of a fairly well-known book.
So, I'll ask the Trooperesque question about it:
Whose that author?
(Hint: It was uttered by an Englishman.)
My terrible place abroad: The Azores, where at I crawled through the lava tubes on the island of Terceria while visiting my brother stationed there. At that time the Lajes AF base was used as a refueling stop for C-130 transports on their way to Viet Nam. Tourist class cabin service on TAP Air Portugal included linen and silver, with caviar, Mateus wine and cappuccino. While there, I ordered pair of sandals from a cobbler who traced my foot on a piece of paper, took measurements, looked at the picture I'd cut from the Sears catalog and a week later presented me with the finest fitting pair of leather sandals I've ever worn. I don't miss the 70's, but some of the amenities were nice, and the experiences, one-of-a-kind.
For our family, one of the unique places visited within the US was Sliding Rock in Brevard, NC. Unforgettably wonderful.
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