So who was the only player to lead the American League in RBIs three times during the 1950s?
Not Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, Ted Williams, or Rocky Colavito…
Jackie Jensen did it in 1955, ’58, and ’59–a fantastic achievement, considering the quality of the competition–especially in 1959: Mantle, Berra, Killebrew, Colavito, Williams: sheesh!
Jackie hung ’em up early because the American League expanded and he didn’t want to spend yet more time away from his family–for which he deserves more than one hat-tip.
Suddenly I’m so tired, I could just plotz. Writing my Newswithviews column sometimes does that to me.
So I found myself whistling this ancient tune, Glow Worm. It was on one of those red plastic records kids’ parents used to buy for them in the early 1950s. It must’ve made an impression on me, for me to be whistling it all these decades later.
Listen to the lyrics. Feel the innocence. Nice, isn’t it?
I couldn’t find quite the rendition that was on my record, but here are the Mills Brothers performing it on The Nat King Cole Show, 1957. I remember it as being sung by Rosemary Clooney, but couldn’t find it on youtube.
What with all the dreck that’s out there in the news today, I felt the need to post something harmless, wholesome, pleasant, and totally disconnected from our troubled time. Obviously this called for Jimmy Durante.
If you’re too young to remember him–well, consider this an introduction.
Couldn’t resist this!
Every Saturday morning I used to run across the street to my friend Ellen’s house, and we’d watch this show: Tombstone Territory. I never forgot the theme music. (Psst! See if you can spot Leonard Nimoy before he grew his Vulcan ears.)
Well, that was the Bronze Age for you, tons and tons of Westerns on TV. I don’t even want to think about what the kids are watching now. Probably in today’s TV the marshal is the bad guy and the bank robbers and murderers are the good guys.
But what am I saying? Who’s even allowed to run over to a friend’s house anymore?
Come, Lord Jesus, come!
My wife and I love turtles, and this video of someone’s baby turtles brings back happy memories. I always fed my turtles by hand, which made them very tame.
When I was a boy I had a big tank for my turtles, all babies–a baby snapping turtle, a very personable diamondback terrapin, a painted turtle, and a little musk turtle the size of a nickel.
One summer night I didn’t bring the aquarium back indoors, and we had a heavy rain which caused the tank to overflow. Come morning, there were no turtles in it.
Would you believe it? One by one, they all came back–even the tiny musk turtle. The snapper went wandering around for two weeks, but in the end he came back, too.
And I must add a salute to our painted turtle, Clemmy, who enjoyed a long career of sharing our suppers with us and also lived in hope that Henry, our cat, would someday feed him. I am happy to say that Henry never did anything more than watch the turtle.