"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."

                --Archilochus

Glenn Reynolds:
"Heh."

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."




I'm an
Alcoholic Yeti
in the
TTLB Ecosystem



Wednesday, June 01, 2005

We get letters . . . . .

. . . . there ought really to be music here, but I don't quite know how to do that yet.

A reader writes and asks "Who is Flick?" Referring, of course, to the title at the top of this very page which, under "Glib & Superficial" states "Flick Lives."

Googling "Flick Lives" will lead one to a long, long list of websites concerned with Jean Shepherd. There is here neither time nor space to explain who Jean Shepherd is. Let me put it this way: If one were to cross Mark Twain and George Ade, on the one hand, with Charlie Mingus and Stan Kenton, on the other, one would produce Shepherd.

A sign, Shep would say, of my misspent youth, lurking in the darkness.



One may listen to a short montage HERE.

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