Although my wounds are already beginning to heal, at times it still feels as if it were only yesterday:
Years ago, when he was ten years old, my son Tim found the shell of a July fly (what Yankees call “cicadas”), then brought it to me and asked what it was. I told him it used to be the skin of a bug, but it wiggled out of it when it grew new skin and left it behind. He studied it and said, “Hmmm! I bet it hurt getting out of this!” I assured him it did (though I didn't know for sure. Cicadas are tight-lipped about things like that, I guess) and that it probably felt a lot better now. Tim replied, “That's probably why their chirps sound so happy!”
This story is set in the not-too-distant future, a couple of months after the coronavirus epidemic has been beaten and all quarantines have been lifted.
Of all the feline fleaflickers that I had, my huge Bombay, Kabuki, was undoubtedly the most independent. Trying to train him was nearly impossible. But God bless him; if the rest of my cats were the Real McCoys, he was "Grandpappy Amos." Sadly, he's no longer with me—but one fateful day could've made his demise a lot earlier in his illustrious life.
During the 1960s, THE LLOYD THAXTON SHOW was the favorite TV spot for millions of teens and preteens throughout the United States. From the Monkees to the "Mashed Potato," Lloyd gave the kids an awesome mix of dance, special musical guest stars—and the great Thaxton humor. When the show left the air, he went on to produce Fight Back! with David Horowitz, over 200 segments of the Today Show, gain five Emmys, and cowrite the popular book, STUFF HAPPENS—And Then You Fix It! Just prior to his passing, he was producing a new DVD chronicling his famous teen show. I caught up with Lloyd in May of 2007 and he graciously consented to this interview:
Years ago, when I was just barely into my teens, my dad came home from work carrying a battered old guitar he'd found at a yard sale. He knew I had wanted to learn to play one for a long time; I’d seen folk groups, country acts—even some new group called The Beatles playing them, and it looked like so much fun. In fact, while these performers were on TV, I’d watch carefully for the close-up shots, and (using a baseball bat as a “guitar”) I’d mimic their fingering, the position of the chords, and the timing.