This one's the stunner. From what I recall of the documentary, he was quite sick when he sang this, in what was likely the culmination of his original life's ambitions:
Ghosts of Thanksgivings Past: Over at Opinion L.A. I've got some preliminary leftovers from a treasure-hunt we conducted this week of L.A. Times Thanksgiving editorials of yore, the prime fruits of which will be harvested & findable here as of midnight. The Opinion L.A. cache concerns the 1910s cycle of WWI-era isolationism-empathy-TasteMySteel, Hun! Quick sample of the latter:
On a front thirty-two miles long to a depth of eight mils at the apex Gen. Haig's intrepid soldiers are driving cold steel and the fear of God into the hearts of the Hun invaders.
Every branch of the Allied armies has felt the electric thrill of coming victory.
I love that stuff, for a thousand reasons, not least of which is the old-timey newspaper style, the sliming of Krauts by essentially calling them Hungarians, and the fact that my own family was bitterly divided over WWI -- the Civil War general patriarch had moved back to his native Germany to end his years, writing fervently to his son the U.S. Navy admiral about the natural affinity between the Yankee and Kaiser. But mostly it's just fun to bury your nose in a bunch of old back issues.
Back when I was at Reason I did the same trick for the mag's 35th anniversary, the results of which you can read here. What really surprised me back then was its hippie-looking and then commie-looking covers from the late '60s and early '70s; ironic because of course Reason always pretty much hated hippies and commies almost as much as cops. For example, check out this classic cover from January 1970:
The great thing about looking at magazine covers is how they couldn't escape design fashion, even if they wanted to. I mean, how 1974 is this?
And you can almost see the early '70s give way to the late '70s between August and October of 1976:
The whole Reason cover gallery is really worth seeing; they're starting to slowly upload some of the back content, which is weird and interesting and prescient and kooky. (Man, did they love their Gold Standard & such back in the day.) I look forward to when we eventually do this with Prognosis, which had some truly beautiful covers of its own (and some awful ones, too, especially in early 1994).
Anyway, good times, etc. Hope all y'all have a lovely Thanksgiving!
The contract for Gary Matthews (or "Garbage Matthews," as the kids over at Halos Heaven are already calling him) is worse than the Joe Rudi signing. It ranks right down there with signing Mo Vaughn.
Is there a silver lining?
Yes. I cannot bring myself to believe that Stoneman would have done this unless he was confident he could trade for one of the best third basemen in baseball. If this becomes the mechanism by which we land Miguel Tejada or Alex Rodriguez, I might begrudgingly get behind the whole project (especially if we can clear off some of our shortstop logjam, and not weaken our ML pitching staff). If Chone freakin' Figgins is our Opening Day third baseman once again, then the terrorists will have won, this time Forever.
Over Here: This site is a lot more interesting than it was 14 days ago. Go there and leave a comment, for instance "Tim Cavanaugh should be stopped," etc.