Ah, August. The month that, to me, defines the summer. It seemed each school year kept encroaching on my summer, stealing way the days and deviantly tried to give me a school birthday. Once I had a party on Friday and had to be at school Monday.
Those days are gone but this month is still very special. What else is special? My other Leo friends who share happy days in my month. My goal to the end of summer is to wish a happy birthday to these famous people (and people I grew up knowing, which kinda makes them famous
)). I'm a little behind so let me catch up.
(A special wish to my knock out of a cousin (I swear I feel like Luke Duke) on her day, July 31st)
August 1,
William Clark 1770 (you know the work he did with his partner Meriwether)
Herman Melville 1819 (He needed a bigger boat, Ischmael did)
Jerry Garcia 1942 (I'm sure everyone here knows who he is, rest his soul)
Francis Scott Key 1779 (Ever read ALL the lyrics to the Star Spangled Banner? Do it, you'll see why it's the national anthem)
August 2,
Carroll O'Connor 1924-2000(?) (Archie Bunker, all you Meatheads)
August 3,
(no one of import, unless you were born this day)
August 4
Louis Armstrong 1901-1971 (The Great Satchmo, performed one of the great Bond songs, We Have All the Time in the World, from On Her Majesty's Secret Service)
And since we're up to day let me share a comment about Louis. I believe it was back in the 40s, an interviewer (on film!) was interviewing Satchmo, who was then famous for his jazz. He referred to himself and his jazz compatriots as "cats." The interviewer, a white cracker, inquired what a "cat" was. Louis says we're all cats. Guess you had to see it. It was one of the most touching and life altering scenes for me. We're all cats.
Can you dig it? No one of interest born tomorrow (unless you were, which if you were let me know or if someone you know was) so I'll be back Saturday.
Those days are gone but this month is still very special. What else is special? My other Leo friends who share happy days in my month. My goal to the end of summer is to wish a happy birthday to these famous people (and people I grew up knowing, which kinda makes them famous
)). I'm a little behind so let me catch up.
(A special wish to my knock out of a cousin (I swear I feel like Luke Duke) on her day, July 31st)
August 1,
William Clark 1770 (you know the work he did with his partner Meriwether)
Herman Melville 1819 (He needed a bigger boat, Ischmael did)
Jerry Garcia 1942 (I'm sure everyone here knows who he is, rest his soul)
Francis Scott Key 1779 (Ever read ALL the lyrics to the Star Spangled Banner? Do it, you'll see why it's the national anthem)
August 2,
Carroll O'Connor 1924-2000(?) (Archie Bunker, all you Meatheads)
August 3,
(no one of import, unless you were born this day)
August 4
Louis Armstrong 1901-1971 (The Great Satchmo, performed one of the great Bond songs, We Have All the Time in the World, from On Her Majesty's Secret Service)
And since we're up to day let me share a comment about Louis. I believe it was back in the 40s, an interviewer (on film!) was interviewing Satchmo, who was then famous for his jazz. He referred to himself and his jazz compatriots as "cats." The interviewer, a white cracker, inquired what a "cat" was. Louis says we're all cats. Guess you had to see it. It was one of the most touching and life altering scenes for me. We're all cats.
Can you dig it? No one of interest born tomorrow (unless you were, which if you were let me know or if someone you know was) so I'll be back Saturday.