Thursday, March 08, 2007

Another meaningless moment in the history of the crazy apes.

It's the birthday of Leoncavallo
It's the birthday of C.P.E.
It's the birthday of Alan Hovahness
It's also the birthday of me.

Happy b-d 2 us
ditto
Let's kick up a fuss
line 1 again

5 Comments:

Blogger butch said...

Doug:
My God, sir, so March 8th is a holy day, when little Dougie emerged into and onto this plane of existance. Was that in 1942? I will send you tiny poem to my Aunt Jean to put with your other 8 poems in the section labeled PALMER POETRY. Have a Happy Birthday on Channel Four, and may you have a trillion more!
Glenn

3:59 PM  
Blogger butch said...

Dougie:
Hey I did a little scratching around and I found a couple more folks who share your birthday. This being the case, you might consider rewriting your birthday opus, finding more to say about many of these shared vibrations.
March 8th
1. Oliver Wendell Holmes in 1918; relatively famous jurist & writer.
2. Stuart Chase in 1888; writer.
3. Lynn Redgrave in 1943; actress.
4. Claire Trevor; actress.
5. Susan Clark in 1944; actress.
6. Alan Hale Jr. in 1918; actor.
7. Sue Ann Langdon in 1940;actress.
8. Mickey Dolenz in 1945; singer and drummer with The Monkees.
9. Cyd Charisse, aka Tula Finklea in 1923; dancer and actress.
10. Randy Meisner in 1946; singer.
11. Aiden Quinn in 1959; actor.
12. Freddie Prinze Jr. in 1976; actor.
13. James Van Der Beek in 1977;
actor.
14. Bob Moffatt in 1984; singer.

So, man, how about those apples?
Glenn

6:01 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

Nice apples, but the question remains, Why am I such a turkey?
I am posting your "Don Quixote" comment. Tres amusant.

12:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy birthday to a Happy Warrior!!

3:32 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Hey Prussian Anonymous:
I love that handle,"Happy Warrior". Doug has always been an eccentric iconoclast, who was too bored to join MENSA (?), and too smart to stay in college. In another age he would have been an apprentice to DaVinci, or a gopher for Gallileo. He is one of a kind, and now that he has taken on the Titans of Symphonia, he has found a conflict worth his effort and some of his focus and concentration.
In high school, we all thought he would be the next Buddy Holly, a rockandroller with black zyl frames, who in high school used the last name of his stepfather "Mercer", and we called him "The Big M ". I was two years his junior, and he had a car and a cute sister, and his mother liked me too, so I hung out with him for a time; and my stepfather let him rebuild a car in our garage in White Center.
The Army didn't know what to do with him, and the World had never seen one like him. It is a mixed blessing to have him back in my life again.
Glenn

2:28 PM  

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