DCS: joan crawford
All the home run hitters want to pitch a perfect game and all the pitching aces want to hit a grand slam.
All the home run hitters want to pitch a perfect game and all the pitching aces want to hit a grand slam.
It’s Week Two of Inktober 2019 and here’s Bram Stoker, the British author who brought the world the classic vampire tale Dracula in 1897. Stoker was the manager of the 2100-seat Lyceum Theatre in London’s West End, a position he held for 27 years. Inspired by a trip to the Northern English town of Whitby, …
I drew this picture to give to Diahann Carroll when I met her at the Mid-Atlantic Nostalgia Convention in 2018. She was among a group of celebrity guests that were attending the show to meet fans and sign autographs. I had been collecting autographed photos of “celebrities” for almost thirty years before stopping in 2017. …
Irwin Jacobs was a shrewd investor. He had an uncanny ability to spot an opportunity to make money. In the middle 1970s, Irwin purchased the Grain Belt Brewing Company. He tried to make the failing brewery profitable, sinking nearly $200,000 a month into the company. After eight months, he called it quits, but sold the …
As the weather grows cooler, Inktober is once again upon us. That means it’s time for hundreds of talented artists worldwide… and me…. to create special works daily just for October, based on a set of suggestions from the official Inktober website. Always one to buck the system, I follow my own set of rules for Inktober. …
“Condemn me. It does not matter. History will absolve me.” — Fidel Castro, Oct. 16, 1953
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near as it were your own?
“When you stop having dreams and ideals — well, you might as well stop altogether.” — Marian Anderson
I knew a few Eddie Money songs, but I would not consider myself a fan. He was just another average, innocuous singer on the radio… like Huey Lewis or Bob Seger. Eddie Money was one of those singers that made me think “every singer is someone’s favorite singer.” I remember regularly hearing “Two Tickets to …
Life’s the same except for my shoes.