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This is Buzzy's Country Store blog designed to keep you apprised of what's going on at the Store. Buzzy's is a general store located in St. Mary's County, Southern Maryland near Pt. Lookout State Park. Buzzy and Jean Ridgell purchased the Store from Jean's father Harry Raley in 1953. Buzzy operated it until his passing in 2009. His son J. Scott Ridgell is the current owner.

Friday, February 22, 2019

Contacts List

Saw this at the beginning of a video and wondered if "J. Scott (Old Guy)" is in the Contacts List of anybody I know.  Doesn't matter I guess because it is an accurate description!
Here are 3 Aussies with a nice little tune on the subject of old men. (I may just have to copy that sign behind them and put it up around the Buzzy bar:

Thursday, February 21, 2019

A Kiss is Just a Kiss?

George Mendosa died last week.  Odds are you don't recognize him by his name but you have seen him a time or two because he was the Kissing Sailor.  Here is the cover of a book about it published in 2012.  Because there was some controversy and mystery about just who the two were, the authors undertook an investigation and then wrote this book.

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-kissing-sailor-lawrence-verria/1110792594
 However, in a sad twist of fate about the times we live in, a statue in Sarasota of the famous photo was vandalized the other night because the kiss was deemed unwanted (click here:)
The nurse in the photo Greta Friedman said this in an interview:
http://memory.loc.gov/diglib/vhp/story/loc.natlib.afc2001001.42863/transcript?ID=sr0001
Stevie wrote this about Greta Garbo (even if it's Vivian Leigh in the video;) but it seems like an appropriate backdrop for the Kissing Sailor photo just the same:

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Rock Wren Pt. 2



A  Buzzyblog follower directed me to the FB page that contained info on the Rock Wren I discussed the other day.  Here is the link to the Maryland Notable Birds FB page (click here.) You may have to join the group in order to access it.

The following are some comments about the Rock Wren.


I had toyed with the idea of trying to get an appointment and go see the Rock Wren but after seeing these clarifications decided not to do so. Bottom line, I am not all that into birding and would not want to take an appointment slot that could other wise go to someone more serious about it than I am.  Folks into birding aim to fill their "life list " of birds seen; so I'm not gonna mess with that.  Besides, I saw the movie and know how these birds can act up:

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Ridge - Daytona Connection

Bruce Henry sent me the following photos of some Buzzy folks at Sunday's Daytona 500.  They saw a very exciting race.  (In NASCAR-speak that means there were lots of really good car wrecks!)


Josh, Clyde, Capt. Greg, Bruce

Monday, February 18, 2019

Happy Presidents' Day - Honestly


George Washington: "I can not tell a lie."

Richard Nixon "I can not tell the truth." 


Donald Trump: "I can not tell the difference."

Here is a historical ranking of  presidents showing George and Abe on nearly every list as  ranked either one, two or three (click here and scroll down.)

Returning to Presidential honesty though, Geico showed that sometimes honesty may NOT be the very best policy:

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Sunday Morning Breakdown

Funny isn't it that you can find more comfort and good advice in a simple three minute song than you ever could in a boring ass hour long church service?

 Here's Jack telling you how easy life can be if you just relax a little.
And speaking of ass, there is this:

Saturday, February 16, 2019

For the Birds

In keeping with my "Birds" theme of the week, today I'd like to tell you about an exchange I had with a couple of birdwatchers in Buzzy's Country Store last weekend.

They had looked around the Store for abit and as they did so, I asked them if they were just out riding and driving around.  They informed me that they had travelled down from Baltimore to someplace called Bush Town or Bush Ville or Bush something they couldn't be sure.  I suggested Bushwood and they said "That's it."  

I followed up with asking them what they were doing visiting Bushwood.  They told me that they came to look at a Rock Wren and showed me a photo of one via their cell phone.

I asked them "What's so great about a Rock Wren that you'd drive from Baltimore to Bushwood to see it?"  They informed me that it is very unusual to see one this far east as the Rock Wren are a western United States bird mostly in Colorado in the Rockies.  Confirming all that, I found this info:

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Rock_Wren/overview
I then asked them how they had found out about it being in Bushwood and they said it had been posted on Maryland Bird Watchers' website somewhere.  My final question had to do with "How did that little rascal end up here?"  They said they think it has something to do with the storms and hurricanes that we've had recently.  They were headed to Pt. Lookout so I didn't want to delay them anymore than I already had by asking what I'm sure they considered to be very dumb questions.  

However, yesterday I travelled over to the 7th District to check in on a jobsite that my son Brady is working on and it got me wondering "Where is that Rock Wren?  Maybe I'll check him out too."  I muddled thru several bird watcher websites to see if I could find any info on it but struck out.  The Baltimore ladies had told me that the "owner" of the bird, resides in a neighborhood and had requested that birdwatchers set up appointments to see the Wren in order to minimize traffic and parking concerns.  

I made a couple phone calls to some folks I know in the Bushwood area but didn't find out any additional info as to where exactly the Rock Wren is hanging out.  If anybody in the 7th has any info on where the Rock Wren is, please let me know.

Rockin' Robin was a hit song recorded by Bobby Day in 1958.  His real name was Robert Byrd.  I guess Rockin' Robin by Bobby Byrd would have sounded kinda funny. Go figure.


Friday, February 15, 2019

Like Mike (Baseball Pt. 3)


While Frank Robinson (yesterday's post) was the first Oriole to be inducted into baseball's Hall of Fame, Mike Mussina will probably be the last Oriole inductee in my lifetime.  To be honest, I never thought Mike would make it.  Had he stayed in Baltimore it is fairly certain he probably would not have made it just because of the lack of run support he received here with the Orioles.   As an example of how Mike had such hard luck when pitching for the O's, in year 2000, his  final season with the O's he won 11 and lost 15.  However, in 8 of those 15 games that he lost, the O's only scored one or zero runs for him.  A ninth time that they only scored one run for him, Mike won that game pitching a shutout (click here.)

As I did with Frank yesterday, I leave it to Mr. Boswell to tell you more about Mike and his career with the O's and the Yankees (click here.)  (Stay with the article to the end to find out one of the reasons Mike decided to leave Baltimore for New York.  Just as an aside, B.J. Surhoff was always one of my favorite ballplayers.  He currently resides in Cockeysville, Maryland.)

Back to Mussina, I was always a big fan of him with the O's of course because he was such a class act.  When he elected to leave Baltimore for New York, at first I was pissed at him.  However,  in the long run I could appreciate that it was the best move for him to make.  (The Surhoff "incident" justified it even more now that I know about that backstory.)  

This year's Hall of Fame induction ceremony is set for 21 July in Cooperstown.  I may just have to nudge a certain travel agent I know to have her look into making some arrangements for me to drop in on that event.  As I noted above, this could be the last time an Oriole makes it in.

The Stones on Ed Sullivan 1965 and not lip synching.  Given the title, ironically enough this was the first song Jagger and Richards ever wrote even though there was churn about the Staple Sisters having recorded something similar previously (click here.)

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Frank Talk aka Baseball Pt. 2


On 7 February Frank Robinson died of bone cancer. The only MLB player to win the MVP in both leagues, Frank still ranks #10 on the all time home run list. However, at the time of his retirement in 1976 he was ranked #4 behind Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth and Willie Mays before all the steroid boys eclipsed his numbers.  

For those of you not familiar with Frank and his career, this is great article from the dean of baseball writers Tom Boswell (click here.)  Boswell has a unique perspective of Frank because he covered the Orioles back in the day when Frank was one of their coaches and later as their manager.  Boz then covered Frank when the Nationals came to town as their manager.

Mark McCoy provided this nice account of how he wore Frank's jersey at a recent event.  Mark also points out how underrated Frank was and just how great his accomplishments were.

Several years ago CareFirst, my employer, had an event for the sales staff and I came along as the attorney for sales. One of the perks was that we were able to choose an official Orioles uniform shirt with our name and number. I got to play in a pickup game on the field with some co-employees and some old Orioles including Al Bumbry and Rick Krivda. 
The real treat was that I got to pick my number. There were several duplicate numbers with most folks choosing either # 5 for Brooks or # 8 for Cal. Some picked #22 for Jim Palmer or #4 for Earl Weaver.

I was the only one to pick number 20. I couldn’t believe that no one else picked it. It still hangs in the back of my closet!

Today, number 20 passed away. He made the Orioles winners from 1966-1971. He won a triple crown, won MVP in both leagues. Was fourth behind Aaron, Ruth and Mays in career home runs when he retired. He was the true team leader and later became the first black manager in baseball. He was also in my mind the probably most underrated player in the history of the game because he played in a smaller market. 
If he hadn’t been beaned in a 1967 game he probably would have had another 40 or so home runs in his career.
He loved to crowd the plate. Don Drysdale was told to intentionally walk him in a game. Don was no stranger to the bean ball and he threw at #20s head four times causing him to land on his bottom all four times before taking his base. The next inning #20 hit a home run off of Drysdale.

So long Frank Robinson! You were a huge part of my youth!

Great story Mark - thanks!

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Talking Baseball Pt. 1

Celebrating my birthday always marks the start of the baseball season for me. I hear you saying "Huh?" Well, here is how my Ridge boy reasoning goes for me to get from birthday to baseball.

Being the self centered kind of guy that I am, February very quickly goes downhill for me after I celebrate my birthday.  As I've told you before, other than my birthday being in it, February is my least favorite month.  I will look forward to celebrating my birthday day, but after that, I hate the rest of February.  Don McLean's "February made me shiver" line always runs thru my mind.  Just get this bad boy over with.

Thus, I need mental incentives and positive things to keep me up and my usual optimistic self.  Thinking about and talking about baseball makes me feel better.  Always has, always will.

Every year around the middle of Febraury MLB's spring training commences in Florida (Grapefruit League) and Arizona (Cactus League)  (click here.)  This is the Florida calendar depicting  the O's starting today and the Nationals tomorrow.
At one point in my life my retirement goal and plan was to stay in Maryland thru my birthday and then head to Florida with the Orioles to spend spring training there with them. When in late May, early April, they broke for the start of their baseball season, I would head back to the Mother County.

But as you know, plans and things change over time such that I now pursue a mental spring training:  physically I'm here, but psychologically I'm there.

And since I'm talking baseball, here's a trivia question for you - what player(s) hold the record for most seasons played with one team?  Check this out and stay with it to the final two entries:

https://www.baseball-reference.com/leaders/leaders_most_seasons.shtml
I tried watching the Grammys the other night, but fell asleep before this lady was awarded Album of the Year for her Golden Hour album.  The song below is from one of her earlier albums.  It generated some  controversy among country music radio stations when many of them wouldn't play it because of her singing about kissing girls, smoking dope and not going to church.  Hell, I'm good with all that!

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Stuck Somewhere

Twofer my birthday Tuesday.  Thought I would do a compare and contrast thing here with these two songs that recently crossed my Country Store threshold.

The first, Riley Green's tune is a classic country tale told in three verses.  He starts out describing a situation involving a girl when he was young, then slides into adulthood and eventually marrying and settling down.  Nice little growing up story told all in about 3 minutes time.

On the other end of the song spectrum, here is classic Bob at his best with a rambling 7 minute word drunk story about what I'm not really sure of.  (I have included the lyrics below for you to try and figure it out.)

Someone asked me the other day where I was going for my birthday as I usually take a trip to somewhere warm this time of year.  I replied that I wasn't going anywhere and that I'd be stuck in Piney Point with the Ridge boy blues again.  The person I said this to did not get the reference and it's just as well.  You either get Bob or you don't.
Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Well Shakespeare he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells Speaking to some French girl Who says she knows me well And I would send a message To find out if she's talked But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine And I said "Oh I didn't know that But then again there's only one I've met And he just smoked my eyelids And punched my cigarette" Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Grandpa died last week And now he's buried in the rocks But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked But me, I expected it to happen I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the senator came down here Showing ev'ryone his gun Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son And me, I nearly get busted And wouldn't it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed me when I proved it to him Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide You see, you're just like me I hope you're satisfied" Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the rainman gave me two cures Then he said, "Jump right in" The one was Texas medicine The other was just railroad gin And like a fool I mixed them And it strangled up my mind And now, people just get uglier And I have no sense of time Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where I can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon And I say, "Aw come on now You know you know about my debutante" And she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you want" Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly It all seems so well timed And here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh, Mama, is this really the end To be stuck inside of Mobile

Monday, February 11, 2019

Worst Weather Forecast

I think the weatherman got it wrong.  (I know, these are words you have never heard before (sarcasm font.))  

He noted that today's forecast featured the two worst words that a weathermen could say - wintery mix.  He warned that we prepare for it, take precautions, watch out for it and blah, blah, blah.

As I listened to him say all this, my first reaction was "There are a number of other two word forecasts that I regard as a whole lot worse than wintery mix."  For example anything with freezing preceding it as in freezing rain, freezing temps, freezing snow, freezing sleet I consider much worse a forecast than say wintery mix.  I guess you could make a case that wintery mix includes all of those bad boys but still, whenever I hear wintery mix as a forecast my first thought is "Hey, maybe it'll all just be cold rain."  I am the ultimate optimist when it comes to weather forecasts.

But when I think more about this, other two word weather combinations such as Cat 5, 100 degrees, torrential rains, cold front will get my attention a whole lot quicker than will hearing a call for wintery mix.  Here are some other bad weather words for you.  
https://dictionary.cambridge.org/us/topics/weather-and-climate/describing-bad-weather/
Which brings me to my personal nomination for the worst two word forecast and that is black ice.  This stems from my fear of falling that I have developed since I fell and broke my hip awhile back.  In fact, I've developed such an overall fear of falling that even a "driving rain" forecast will give me pause if I have errands to do and have to be out in it.  However, my specific problem with black ice is that you can't see it and that it will trip you up very quickly if you aren't careful. 

And yet as bad as black ice is, you don't hear weather forecasters say it much anymore.  I wonder if Key and Peele had anything to do with that.


Sunday, February 10, 2019

Heaven or Hell

At Dora Adams funeral service the other day, Father Nguyen noted in his remarks that he was very sure that Dora was now with our Lord in heaven. He followed up by commenting that he does not always say that at funerals about the deceased.  He said he refrains from saying that because he can never be too sure that anyone had indeed lived their lives such that they would or would not end up in heaven. 

However, Father did say that he was very sure that Dora had made it to heaven.   I thought that it was a nice thing for him to say that to all the assembled family and friends.  However, if I ever go to another funeral that Father officiates at and he says the same thing there too about the deceased, I may change my opinion of him, but for now I thought he was very nice  to say what he said about Dora.)

After the service, on the way down the road though, it got me thinking about the whole heaven/hell thing.  Funerals will do that to you I have found.  Twelve years of Catholic schooling and many more years of weekly Masses hearing about "eternal life," naturally had made my default mode one of accepting and believing in all of that.  Long ago, in a reconciliating or compromising kind of way, I had made my mind up that I would aim for living life as I wanted to with the goal of doing some time in purgatory and then moving on up to the Big House.   That way I could have some fun here on earth, do a little penance for it later after I had died and ultimately spend the rest of eternity in that Big Ole Country Store called heaven. 

But, as is the case with lots of indoctrinated thinking, once I got beyond that and began to reason my way through some of the mumbo jumbo, afterlife voodoo stuff, I concluded that it doesn't really make much sense to nor for me. 

To begin with, I really do think that ALL people are basically good such that if there is a heaven, then my take would be that everyone gets in.  Thus, I don't really believe in hell in the afterlife.  I prefer to think that our personal time spent in hell is that spent here on earth after which we all go to heaven.  

Heaven/hell then to me is like going to a show or a concert where the Dora Adams and Judy Raleys get to sit in the orchestra seats while folks like me have to sit up in the nose bleeds. The Charley Mansons and Hitlers of this life get the seats with the obstructed views.  But the bottom line is - we all get to go to the show.

As for the whole business of heaven being a reward, hell a punishment, I lean more to a reincarnation take.  When you die you don't go to a heaven or a hell per se.  Instead, your soul gets stockpiled somewhere and eventually it will be reissued somewhere down the road in some other form or fashion.  (If you think this too crazy an idea Google "Reincarnated soul" and you'll find all sorts of items on it such as (click here.)  The time it takes your soul to get its reissuance then is dependent on how good or bad you were in this go round.  If not so good, you're going to spend a little more time in your soul cage.

As always George had something funny to say about the difference between heaven and hell:
Sting had a good song too:

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Liquor License Times Two

Every February all liquor license holders in St. Mary's County must renew their license and submit it to the Beverage Board by the end of the month.  As bureaucratic efforts go this is one of my least favorites because it is a time consuming pain in the ass.  Not only do the license holders have to complete the form each year and regurgitate the same info previously provided, but also the form has to be notarized in two places.  

The double notary part drives me crazy because the first one is for the license holder to sign and the second one is for the property owner.  Even if, as in my case,  both of us are the same, the form has to be signed and notarized twice.  Makes no sense.

So the other day I swung by the bank to have the form notarized and then proceeded to Leonardtown to turn it in.  As I waited in the Beverage Board office for their clerk Suzie to finish a phone call, I took the following photos.  First photo is an overview of their office.  Second is a close up of the Buzzy's Country Store Mary Lou print displayed on their wall.  Made me smile.
But my smiling was short lived.  As Suzie accepted my form and looked it over, she very nicely informed me that she could not accept it because I did not have the licensee portion notarized.  For some reason, the young lady at the bank had only notarized the property owner portion of the form and not the licensee part.  And on me, I had not double checked to ensure that she had done both.

I knew it was useless to try and argue that I should not have to have TWO separate notarizations.  Instead I remembered that Suzie's co-worker Tammy was a notary and asked Suzie if  I could just leave the form and have Tammy notarize it when she returned to the office.  Suzie said no because Tammy had to witness me signing it.    

Ordinarily, something like this would tend to get my motor running.  But I guess because I had seen the Buzzy photo on their wall and because I knew how this bureaucratic dance went, I retrieved the form from Suzie, bade her goodbye and drove back to the bank to get it notarized AGAIN. I then made my second trip to L'town to turn it in. This time all was good. And on the subject of two times, you know the Doors' version of this but check out Joan nailing it.
 

Friday, February 8, 2019

Lame Claims to Fame

On my way home from Buzzy's Country Store in the evenings I listen to Julie Mason's Press Pool Show on XM's POTUS Channel 124.  The other day she did a segment featuring Lame Claims to Fame where folks sent in to her accounts of having met, seen or been near someone famous.  The accounts were as funny as they were varied.

I have heard several such Lame Claim to Fame accounts from different folks who have passed thru Buzzy's Country Store over the years.   (I previously discussed my own Lame Claim to Fame of having used the same bathroom that Elvis used when he was in the Army stationed in Germany (click here.))

A more recent Lame Claim occurred just last summer when one of Peggy's renters was in Buzzy's and after my asking her where she was from she replied "Phoenix, Arizona."  Because she was dressed in black and had long curly blonde hair, she had this Stevie Nix vibe going on. I commented on it with the clever opening line "I know you get this a lot but..."  She interrupted me before I could finish and said ""I know, Stevie Nix and yes I do get told that a lot."

She then went on to tell me about how she and Stevie patronized the same grocery store in the Phoenix area when Stevie lived there.  She noted that she would always check out what Stevie had in her basket.  She laughed saying it once kind of surprised her to see furniture polish in Stevie's basket.   I asked her why that was such a surprise.  She responded "You know "Gold Dust Woman."  (I held off telling her that I never once associated Gold Dust Woman with furniture polish.)

And speaking of pop tunes related to all this here is Weird Al with his Lame Claim to Fame.

P.S. If you have any Lame Claims to Fame, let me know and I'll pass them along here on the Buzzyblog.

Thursday, February 7, 2019

SOTU, Melania, Joshua, U2, Julia and Johnny U.

I have a free range mind that naturally wanders around from subject to subject without rhyme, reason nor direction.  Some of this I attribute to the effects of all that booze I drank and all those "mind altering" drugs I took when I was younger.  

Then again, it may have something to do with when I was growing up in Buzzy's Country Store and learned very young that conversations and things in general can and do flow with no rhyme or reason.  Things just sort of bounce around and  happen.

So with that little introspection as my background, today I will give you a prime example of my free range mind in action.

First, lets begin with the Donald's State of the Union snore fest as young Mr. Joshua Trump so  accurately reflected:
And speaking of finally seeing Melania in public after her being incognito for a couple months here she is below without the scowl shown above and for that matter without anything else:
https://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/article/donald-trump-melania-trump-knauss-first-lady-erections
Reminds me of Pastor Pat getting upset and slamming Michelle for showing her arms. What you got to say now Rev?  How do you spell h-y-p-o-c-r-i-t-e?
But back to Joshua and of course music-wise it led me to this from U2's Joshua Tree album.


Little musical trivia for you here: U2 have only had 2 songs that went to Number 1 on the charts in the U.S. and both songs were on Joshua Tree. In addition to the one above the other was With or Without You.  

Every time I hear Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, I think of Julia riding that horse in the opening scene of Runaway Bride (click here.)

Little more trivia for you.  Did you know that Johnny Unitas makes a brief appearance in Runaway Bride?  He is shown sitting on a bench in front of a bakery (above.)  You can catch the whole movie by clicking here and then look for Johnny at the 23:03 mark.  Look quick though.

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Ridge Fire Department Installation

Another Super Bowl commercial about first responders reminded me that I have wanted to do something here on the Buzzyblog about the Ridge Fire Department's recent installation of officers ceremony.  

I was in the process of getting info on the ceremony when I found Assistant Chief Eddie Raley's excellent account of the event along with several nice photos from Mary Franklin  (click here.)  I've included a couple of those photos here:

Ladies Auxiliary Officers:

Another nice part of the installation was recognizing Joe Cooper, Joe Raley and Dickie Wood for their 55 years service to the Department.  That's some long time service!

I am forever grateful to those members of the Fire Department for all of their efforts in responding to Buzzy's beer cooler fire last year.  Moreover though I am most grateful to all of the members for all of their services throughout the years for everybody.

And since I have now weaved Buzzy's Country Store into this little narrative,  how about I close with the Ridge Fire Department recognizing my Buzzy neighbor Chris Bender as Fireman of the Year?  Congratulations and thank you Chris!
Note - one of the PG County Fire Department dudes who like coming into Buzzy's, once jokingly corrected me when I referred to them as "The Firemen."  He said that they are officially "Firefighters" and that a fireman is someone who feeds coal into the burner or actually stokes fires.  I was never aware of this distinction but I see his point (click here.)  

I'd say then that maybe George needs to re-record his song of that name and substitute Firefighter for fireman.  But then again, the way he is using the term "fireman" as a sex term here really does mean that he's stoking a fire vs. putting it out!


Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Post Not-So-Super-Super-Bowl

The post game consensus in Buzzy's Country Store decided that the while the Super Bowl game and half time show sucked, the commercials were pretty good overall this year.

Here's one of that made everybody's favorite list.  See how many of the folks you recognize.  Highlights for me included Joe Montana telling Michael Irving (:36 mark) "No can do, Cowboy."  The Ravens' Ed Reed, who was just selected for the NFL Hall of Fame making a great appearance at the 1:04 mark when he takes down Ladainian Tomlinson. Beckham's catch (1:38)  is pretty awesome too. But the 3 Dolphins (Paul Warfield, Larry Little and Csonka) just chillin' (:48) from their undefeated run stole the show.

There is also Behind the Scenes video of the commercial that's worth checking out (click here.)  I have to admit that there were a couple of participants in the video that I did not recognize. It reminded me of something I once heard someone comment on when he noted that the NFL markets its teams and not its players. Because NFL players wear helmets when they play, many of their own fans don't even recognize them when they are off the field.  A lot of times for an NFL player to get any recognition, translate endorsements, he has to do something out of the ordinary to stand out. (Beckham's blond hair for example was the main reason I immediately knew who he was and no I'm not saying that they all look alike!) 

But back to the game itself.  It was so lousy to watch it that I was hoping that it would have bumped the Colts-Cowboys SB V game out of the top five worst Super Bowls of all time.  Most rankings of All Time Worst Super Bowls list that Colts 16-13 victory over the Cowboys as one of the worst ever.  Being a Colts fan back then of course I thought it was great.  This later list has the just completed SB at #10 worst but the Colts/Cowboys  are still at #3 (click here.) 

Monday, February 4, 2019

Don't Go Out Tonight

Maduro - Which Way is Out of Here?
I doubt very seriously that he reads the Buzzyblog but just in case he's checking it out this morning, here is my open letter to Venezuelan President Maduro:

Dear Mr. President Maduro,
Just in case you may have forgotten, remember that on this day in history in 1992 your predecessor Hugo Chavez launched a coup against then President Perez.    As is the case now with your people, Chavez launched his efforts due to protests and unrest among the Venezuelan people upset with how awful things had become their country.  Although Chavez's attempt failed and he was jailed, as you know, it made Chavez a hero to the Venezuelan people such that when he was released from jail and ran for President he won easily.

Do you see any similarities this may have to your present situation?  If I were you, you may not want to wander far from home today.

A little Emmy seems in order:



Sunday, February 3, 2019

Super Bowl - Yesterday and Today

Here is some Super Bowl trivia for you that I am sure you will hear repeated at some point in today's lead up to kickoff. 

This will be the second matchup between the Rams and the Patriots with the first having been  in 2002. Today also marks the second time that these two have paired off on 3 February. Their first encounter on the first Sunday in February in 2002 was due to 9/11:
http://www.printerfriend.ly/superbowl-always-february/

Note that the above was written in 2014 so today's game marks 15 straight years that it has been played on the first Sunday in February.  (Not-so-quick aside - isn't it funny that baseball, a summertime sport, always plays it's championship games in October when the weather has turned cold and the NFL, the winter sport, generally plays its Super Bowl somewhere warm and/or in a Dome?  Detroit, Indianapolis, Minneapolis and East Rutherford are the only "Northern" cities that have ever hosted a Super Bowl and all of them had domed stadiums.  In case you were wondering, New Orleans and Miami have hosted the most Super Bowls at 10 each (click here.)  All of which leads me to say "Come on Dan, build that new Redskins Stadium so we can host a Super Bowl!)

With today's Super Bowl being a re-run, the following tune came to mind.  Always thought that the Four Tops didn't really get their full measure of respect and recognition.  They always seemed to be "Standing in the Shadows" of the  Temptations who were Motown's bigger guns.  However, imho the Tops, led by Levi Stubbs, were just as good and did their thing without all the drama and churn that seemed to constantly surrounded the Temps.)



Saturday, February 2, 2019

Happy Candlemas/Nancy Taylor Day!

So you know all about Punxsutwaney Phil and that six more weeks of winter spiel.  However, did you know that today is also Candlemas Day and that it was the "real reason for the season."

Groundhog Day and the connection between weather and animals stems from an old Scottish couplet that went "If Candlemas Day is bright and clear, there will be two winters in the year" (click here.)

That caught on even if it makes no sense.  Why, if the weather is nice on Candlemas Day, does that  portend an early spring?  Should be the other way around shouldn't it?

Andie MacDowell as Rita played Phil's hard-to-get heart throb in the movie.  Yet, for my money Nancy (played by Marita Geraghty) was just as hot and desirable, even if Phil could not quite remember her name.  Instead of pining hopelessly for Rita every day over and over, I'm thinking that Phil should have been content with banging Nancy on a daily basis!  Proves once again that we always want what we can not have.

Friday, February 1, 2019

February Made Me Shiver

Guy Distributing 2019 Calendar
February is my birthday month, but as I have noted previously, even with that fun day in it, February is also my least favorite month.  (Now that I think about it, my birthday is on the 12th day of my 12th favorite month.)
February comes from the Latin word februs which means "to cleanse."  The Romans celebrated Februalia on the 15th of the month as a festival of atonement and purification.  I'll spare you any thoughts I may have with regards to celebrating atonement, cleansing and purification.
Then again there is Groundhog Day on the 2nd so we have that to look forward to.  But on the other hand, if a rodent seeing its shadow is not your thing, you can circle the 14th for Valentines Day to go out and waste your money on flowers and dining out.  As I said February really is the worst month.  Even the Presidents' holiday stuck in there on the third Monday sucks because it usually snows a ton that particular weekend.

My only consolation is that I have several other Buzzy family and friends celebrating their birthdays this crummy month with me to include:

Tommy Cullison and Roy Norris on the 4th, Lisa Mercure the 5th, Jennifer Adkins the 6th, Linda Lepper the 10th, Martin "Mole" Morris the 11th, Rachel Miller the 12th, Cousin Lorraine Teefey the 17th, Chris McKay and my nephew JC Hofmeister the 19th,  Pat Stover the 20th, my Father-in-law Sol Aroesty on the 21st, and my nephew Stephen Taylor on the 27th. 

But speaking of the number 12, here's Rodney Carrington's Dozen Roses.  I seriously doubt if Rodney is seeking any atonement or purification for writing such a semi-dirty tune.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Whatever Happened to "Mother's Maiden Name"?

I had to register for some website and establish a password.  No problem doing that but then they asked me to select a security question and provide an answer.  Mom's maiden name and  my first pet were nowhere to be found.  Instead, here is the selection of security questions they gave me to choose from:
I then found myself spending more time than I should have trying to think of answers to questions such as my favorite place to visit as a child, my favorite movie, where I'd live if I could live anywhere, who is my favorite band/artist etc..  I don't think the website guru's meant for this exercise to be such a brain teaser.  (I did have to smile when answering the query "With What Company Did You Hold Your First Job" by citing Buzzy's Country Store.)

There seems to be a move in the PC world to do away with security questions (click here) so maybe we won't have to mess around with this bs for much longer.

Stumbled upon this video sometime ago and thought to pass it along today.  It's from back when Jerry Springer was a genuine talk show host.  Got to confess however, I kept waiting for some irate, pregnant gal to come out of the back from somewhere and accuse Jethro of knocking her up.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

JB Weather

Ah yes, the weather.  Something we can all discuss and not worry about offending someone's fragile political sensibilities.  You know who I'm talking about - all those Cult 45 folks who have swallowed the Kool Aid and are too far gone to even try and talk sense to.

Thus, the weather becomes a safe conversational harbor.  Granted, I will hear the occasional "So much for that global warming all you liberals believe in" referenced when it's below freezing outside.  However I can easily parry and shut that down with "Bet I can give you more proof that it is happening, than you give me that it is NOT."  (Click here for related story.)

But back to the current awful weather due to Winter Storm Jayden and this headline from The Weather Channel:

(When did they start naming winter storms? I'm thinking that the insurance bubba's had something to do with it as in "We do not cover damages incurred from any "Named storm." Turns out that the naming of winter storms was a Weather Channel creation click here.)

Locally we are fortunate to have JB Bordash's FB site JB Weather to keep us informed and up to date on just what's in store for us here in the Southern Maryland area.  JB graduated from Patuxent High School in 2014 and is currently attending Penn State University. He started his JB Weather FB page several years ago and currently has over 26,000 followers.  He also has a Go Fund Me Page where you can make a donation towards his work on the weather page.  The following is a clip from that FB Page:
I learned first hand of JB's skills for weather prediction when a friend in Buzzy's noted that he was predicting 5 - 10 inches of snow before a recent winter storm hit us.   I bet my friend that we would not get that much snow.  I lost the bet to her  because JB was correct in his prediction. I'm now a JB follower.  I may even send him a couple dollars to help fund his efforts.

With the bleak forecast ahead for us, this tune seems appropriate:

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Amelia - Post Shutdown and Celebrating Ten Years!

Amelia, Her Son Jackson and Dad Terry in Buzzy's Country Store on 29 Jan 1917
Because she is in the Coast Guard and I am FB friends with her, Amelia (Madjeski) Ray has been on my mind a lot these past couple weeks. Every time I heard mention of Trump's stupid shutdown and how it was negatively impacting the 800,000 furloughed government employees, I thought of Amelia who is currently stationed in Louisiana.  My heart bled for her even more when I saw her post things like the following on her FB page:

Thus, I was very glad to see her post this just yesterday:
Congratulations on your 10 years Amelia!  And thank you for your service!  Here's hoping that there are no more shutdowns in your, or for that matter anyone's future!

P.S.  When I went looking for the photo above of Amelia, Jackson and Terry to include here, I had no idea of when I took it.  As thumbed back through my cell phone photos and finally found it, I couldn't believe it when I saw the date I took it was 29 Jan 2017.  Pretty cool coincidence that I'm using it today wouldn't you say?  Everything happens for a reason.

Upbeat boating song here seems appropriate for a Coast Guard Lady: