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Oldies Observations

We were unable to get any local stations while traveling this summer and found a TV station playing some prime-time oldies.  Watching shows from the past leads to some interesting observations. This includes the way people were portrayed in the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s.

Perry Mason (1957-1966)

Perry Mason is an attorney who always wins his case. This almost always happens during a trial by showing that someone else in the courtroom is guilty of the crime his client is charged with. Through witness testimony he leads to the truth, and either the witness testifying or someone else in the courtroom inevitably stands up with an “I did it” announcement. Of course, once this announcement is made, Perry has won the case for his client.

Perry’s secretary/legal assistant, Della, is a smart, single woman who is always at Perry’s side. She sits in his office while they work, is there when he meets with clients or with his private investigator, Paul Drake. Della also goes to clients’ homes and attends special events or dinner appointments with Perry.

Della is portrayed as very intelligent and capable, but almost every other woman in every episode fits the “dumb blonde” profile. They appear very naive or lacking in intelligence. They are highly emotional and unable to cope with the slightest bit of stress.

Paul Drake Standing, Perry Mason at Desk as Della looks over Perry’s shoulder

Paul Drake is a private investigator that does work on every case Perry handles. Paul is always available at a moment’s notice. The same goes for Della. It appears neither Paul nor Della has a private life. Their entire existence revolves around Perry’s business needs.

It is a good show that I enjoy watching. The outcome is very predictable.

Mannix (1967-1975)

Mannix is a Los Angeles private detective. He is good-looking, drives a convertible, and women in mini-skirts are always after him. He has an attractive secretary, Peggy. Peggy is the widow of a police officer and is raising a young son on her own.  

At a moment’s notice, Peggy is always able to find a babysitter so she can work late, work weekends, stay with female clients overnight, and more.

Throughout every episode, Mannix will get into at least one fistfight, get shot at, and have his car run off the road. Remarkably he never gets a black eye but does sometimes suffer injuries. His car is always repaired quickly. The “bad guys” frequently show up at the office, putting Peggy in dangerous situations as well.

This is a fun one for finding errors where writers and producers didn’t check their facts. For example, in one episode Mannix was preventing a plane from leaving the ground. The pilot was knocked unconscious but still in the pilot’s seat. Mannix is standing by the pilot’s seat, leans over and pulls up the yoke, and turns it to the left. The plane turns to the left and stops. This would never have happened in real life.

Joe Mannix and secretary Peggy

Pulling back on the yoke in an airplane causes the plane to climb in altitude or lift off the ground if there is enough speed. Turning the yoke causes the plane to bank in flight, but does nothing on the ground.

When on the ground you turn the plane using the foot pedals, and you stop the plane by pushing the top of both foot pedals forward simultaneously. How do I know? I live with a pilot!

By the time we reached the 1970s, women in TV shows were being portrayed as intelligent and emotionally stable.  

Barney Miller (1975-1982)

This is a comedy set in a New York City police station in Greenwich Village. The goofy situations the detectives deal with are so off-the-wall that you have to assume they represent real police incidents. The show’s characters are an ethical mixture of good-hearted, comical professionals who manage to get the job done.

Captain Barney Miller is in charge of the precinct. He is level-headed and serious about getting the job done, despite having a bunch of partially inept people working for him.

 “Wojo” is short for Wojciehowicz. True to the era’s habit of joking about Polish intelligence, Wojo is well-meaning, physically attractive to ladies, but lacking in intelligence. Although successful in getting the bad guys, he always manages to bumble something.

Harris is a good-looking, fashion-conscious, cultured black man who is aspiring to become a successful writer. He is always placing notes about incidents at the station into a mini-cassette recorder for use in his writing. Harris is the classy type who can fix you a perfect cup of tea and take you to the symphony.

Yemana is Japanese, introverted, and always reading and trying to avoid work. One of his “duties” is to make the coffee at the precinct, and it is horrible. He never makes a decent pot, yet everyone continues drinking it. He is also responsible for the filing, but no one can ever find anything he files.

Dietrich is a curly-haired blonde, brainy, and always able to fill everyone in on any subject they are discussing. He is the type of person you picture as a kid reading encyclopedias and enjoying homework.

Fish is on the edge of retirement and has a condition that always has him running to the bathroom. Married for years to Bernice, he constantly makes subtle complaints about her or marriage. Bernice always calls him at work for some goofy reason.

The cast of Barney Miller – Barney seated, from left to right Yemana, Wojo, Harris, Dietrich, Levitt, and Frank Lugar

Inspector Frank Luger is constantly stopping in, trying to catch the precinct doing something they shouldn’t. He is both annoying and likable at the same time.

Last but not least is Officer Carl Levitt. Levitt is still in uniform and delivers the mail daily. He wants to move into Barney’s department and become a detective. Levitt is constantly pointing out his achievements, no matter how small. He is also very sensitive about being shorter than the others and tries to stress when his shorter stature is beneficial.

I recently watched the final episode of the series from 1982. Although not a longtime watcher, it was a sad moment when everyone had to leave the precinct for the last time and go their own way.

What oldie TV shows do you enjoy watching?  
What are your observations when you go back and view old shows today?

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Dirt on My Shirt

Anyone who has raised a boy can relate to the Dirt on My Shirt poem that I stumbled across recently.  When I saw it memories of my son and my grandsons came to mind.  It is like they are immune to the idea of cleanliness.  If it looks like fun, dig right in.

Dirt on My ShirtI have very rarely seen my grandson, Corbin, with a clean face.  I think it is magnetic and attracts dirt, all he has to do is walk across a room and it zeros in on him.  Thinking back to when my son was growing up, there were all kinds of messes and things going on that bring to life the saying “boys will be boys.”

Here are some of my “boys will be boys” memories….

  • Walking into my backyard and Patrick and his friend had dug a huge hole in the ground.  Why?  Just for fun!
  • Patrick telling me about taking a boat down the canal using a battery-operated fan for a motor.  I thought he was kidding until I was at a meeting and a mother who lived on the canal commented on these boys running a boat down the canal using a fan for a motor…she thought it was pretty ingenious!
  • My grandson, Corbin, telling me he didn’t have to wash his hands as he flipped them back and forth saying “see they are clean” and “I’ll wash them on Thursday.”
  • Socks that are filthy because why bother putting on shoes, you’re only going into the yard.
  • Cleaning out pockets filled with stones, grass, dirt, and miscellaneous other items.
  • At 2-1/2 to 3 years Patrick had a 2-foot ramp he would use to jump his 2-wheeler.  My mother-in-law, who had raised three boys, didn’t give it a thought.  My parents, who had raised two girls almost had heart failure when they saw him do the jump at 2-1/2 years.
  • My grandson, Austin at 2-3 years old running onto a water park and standing in the running sprinklers fully clothed in shoes, turtle neck top and overalls.1933939_1214548853295_8053577_n
  • Creek findings in my garage:  craw-fish, baby muskrat, fish, snails, snakes, turtles (Patrick, now 30-years old, has a large turtle in a tank in my garage right now) all brought home and kept in fish tanks in my garage.
  • Having all the screws in my dining room chairs removed by Patrick’s bare hands.
  • My grandson, Austin sliding ice cubes from his Koolaid around on the table; when asked what he was doing he said “washing the table.”
  • Hearing a crash and discovering my 2 year old son on top of my refrigerator.
  • Greasy/dirty clothes from fixing things…snow blowers, lawn mowers, anything that doesn’t work.

The list could go on forever, and thinking back on those memories makes me smile.   After all, I can still look at Patrick, now 30 years old, and he will have dirt on his shirt, dirt on his hands, and dirt on his face due to something he has been working on.  Oh, and he still leaves dirt on the refrigerator handle when grabbing something to drink.

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Maybe I’m related to Lucille Ball

It has been one of those weeks when you could take my life and drop it into an I Love Lucy sitcom and it would be perfect.  For those of you who are too young to remember, Lucille Ball was a wonderful comedy actress who stared in several shows that carried her name…I Love Lucy, The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour, The Lucille Ball Show, and Here’s Lucy. 

The fun part of watching a Lucy show was that you just knew she was going to do something goofy, create a catastrophe out of something simple, and the audience would find themselves laughing hysterically at her antics.  It was a type of “if anything can go wrong, it will” and everyone loved watching.

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Lucille Ball- photo found on internet

Now we take my week.  Sunday I was fixing dinner and blew a circuit breaker.  I went downstairs, reset the circuit, continued fixing dinner and blew the same circuit again.  Before I could make a bee-line for the door the Master Electrician currently residing in my house stopped me.  I couldn’t reset that breaker, he had to analyze the situation.  Never mind that dinner is in the oven and that oven is no longer heating because it is on the blown circuit, the analysis had to be done first.  Once he had analyzed the situation and made his determination I was free to reset the breaker and continue with meal preparation.  However there was a glitch.  I had lost track of how much time the food had been in the oven, and while I was getting a detailed explanation on his process the fish became quite overcooked and hard.   Lets just say that meal left a lot to be desired.

Monday comes and I walk into work.  The bottom of my shoes must have been wet from the snow and when I hit the tile floor of the kitchen area my feet flew out from under me and I went down hard on the tile floor, hitting the back of my head on the refrigerator as I went down.  My startled scream was loud enough it brought all three men who were in the building running.  Why can’t clumsy things happen when there is no one around to see them?  Then once I am again on my feet I open the upper cupboard door to fix myself a cup of coffee and in the process hit myself in the head with the cupboard door.  How could I not have enough sense to move my head out of the way?   I’m still recovering from the injuries incurred that morning.

Tuesday was hectic but I seemed to make it through the day unscathed.  I fixed spaghetti for dinner and decided to have a bottle of wine with it.  Only I could manage to get the cork stuck up inside the corkscrew…but with a bit of persistence I got it back out.  Only a moment to recover on that one.

Wednesday, hump day, shouldn’t I be on a roll to recovery now?  Oh heck no.  I was planning to take a second car I have into the dealership for service.  A friend of mine gets all the snow off it, I go to hit the unlock button and open the door.  The battery was so dead the car doors would not unlock.  We finally got the door unlocked by inserting the key, but it was frozen shut!  There is only one door on the entire vehicle with a key hole,  so only one door we could work with.   I called the towing service I have, but after about 45 minutes on the phone they informed me that until I got the door unfrozen and open they would not be able to assist me.   I called the dealership and they advised me to pour hot water on it.  Four gallons of hot water later the door seamed to be devoid of ice, but it still would not budge an inch.   I called the dealership again to explain my problem.   The gentleman from service came out and by the time he arrived the hot water had seeped far enough in that the door opened.  The battery was still completely dead and had to be jumped, but at least the vehicle is now at the dealership.  Between a recall, service I scheduled and a warning light being on, it will be there a while.

If that wasn’t enough I had a meeting to attend Wednesday night, and without anything major happening I did manage to call a green frog orange and a woman named Donna I referred to as Phyllis.  I think because she has such a funny personality I was thinking of Phyllis Diller…..that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

So today is Thursday and I didn’t have any disasters, just fumbles.  I was sitting at breakfast talking when my friend says “are you going in to late work today?”  Crap!  I made it…barely!  Then when fixing dinner the potatoes were a bit under-cooked and the seasoning on the salmon wasn’t bad, just something we weren’t particularly fond of.  The bagged salad turned out great!  I think I need a vacation.

Wait!  That is what I forgot about.  I booked a vacation, a real 11-day vacation including airline flights.  Then as I was reading the airline confirmation it said that you should check and make sure you don’t need a visa for the country you are traveling to.  I knew I don’t need a visa, but I clicked on the button anyway and discovered that when traveling to Canada by air they require you to have a passport that does not expire for at least six months after your last flight.  Mine expires five months after my last flight.  I thought I was good, only to discover I have to renew my passport.

Now mind you I have plenty of time, but it did not do the mind and stress level any good.  I found out I can renew by mail and located a local CVS that does passport photos.  I went there after work to have it done, but the girl taking the photos was short and the first two didn’t turn out right, then the camera battery died, then my eyes were looking off to the side.  It was the fourth or fifth photo before we got a good one.  I didn’t think I was ever going to get out of there.   So I now have the application completed and ready to take to the post office tomorrow.  Lets hope that goes as planned.

Tomorrow is Friday and I hate to speculate on what could possibly go wrong.  Hopefully nothing.  With any luck it will be a no-excitement, ho-hum boring day.  I wonder if Lucille Ball ever had an uneventful, boring day?

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