Laughter in the Mountains

To break in the New Year Bucky performed at the Whittier House in West Ossipee, NH.  A Great Show, great audience and New Year Celebration Show and Dancing, Count Down and Champagne Toast!!  The Whittier www.whittierhouse.comalways manages to offer good service and a good show environment.  Bucky has been performing there for at least 15 Years… This was his first New Year’s Eve Event… Nice people.. good fun.. and warm beginings for a healthy and bright future.

So this was New Year’s Eve & Day!

Hard to believe it was 40 years ago that we landed on the moon. Where does the time go? It’s ironic that Ralph was talking about sending Alice to the moon back when a lot of us were just -or hadn’t been - born yet. I think that us folks that do remember where we were when it happened were part of the boomer generation, or the tail end of it.

We all know this scene and what Ralph was saying to his wife.

“One of these days Alice!”

It was perfect timing. Television had matured just in time for most of us to see the grainy and blurry images of a NH boy Neil Armstrong stepping and then hopping on the moon, shocking the Russians. It was the ultimate coup for the US to get there first, and we did. But what does it mean now?

Who owns the moon? Do we have any more rights to it than any other country?

GOOD NEWS! YOU can own real estate on the moon! That’s right. CLICK HERE to buy real estate on the moon.

The Lunar Registry

That’s right. The Lunar Registry has sold pieces of “Moon Pie” real estate to approximately 37,000,000 people. That is not a typo. I guess they have not read the Outer Space Treaty that was ratified at the UN by most nations including the US back in 1967. It basically says that the moon is owned by no one and everyone. I guess it’s the old adage of access. Look at how we flourished after Lewis and Clark. If you get there first and find a way to mine it through commerce… Bingo.

Access is after all how we remember all of those “I remember where I was when” stories. All seeming to revolve again, back to the technology of the time: television. Evrything was etched and burned more into our collective brains through the images that unfolded through the tube: Kennedies, King, Lennon, Olympics, the moon, and to infinity and beyond.

For me, my development-through-access came from watching the true characters that made the face of Funny on television: Milton Berle, Ernie Kovacs, Bennie Hill. I can go on and on. Such as this great live blooper sketch from Red Skelton:

And one more gem from another great character comedian and talent: Frankie Fontaine. Full circle back to Jackie Gleason to close out this blog.

So, “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together because I am the Walrus”. No wait, it’s an Octopuses garden. Or is it an Octopus’s, or Octopus’? Somebody get the book! The Gregg Reference Manual says: GOOGLE IT!

Where have you gone Lewis Carrol?  The way I figure it is that Carrol was doing mushrooms obviously  - “that the mushroom is the key to navigating through her strange journey: “… one side will make you grow taller, the other side will make you grow shorter” ___ Alice in Wonderland, and John Lennon had some “really good shit” acid and was trippin’ when he wrote the words of the song, inspired by Carrolls ‘travels’.
I am the Walrus:

I don’t know how it all comes together (no pun) but it seems it was no accident Brian Epstein overdosed. He saw the future of meds! Seriously, how far would the Beatles have gone without George Martin?. The Walrus was his first song production with the Beatles, and he seemed to understand where John Lennon was coming from. No easy task.

Then again, if Brian Epstein wouldn’t have been there at the start, he wouldn’t have replaced Pete Best with Ringo Starr. And you would not have had Octopus’s Garden:

Hell, if Ringo wasn’t chosen to play drums with the Fab Four, he would probably be doing childrens parties now. No offense Ringo, as I am just pointing out this wonderful colorful - not knowing what’s around the next bend- life that we are journeying through. After awhile it becomes the mode of transportation we use to get through that makes a difference.

Maybe a Yellow Submarine?

Happy Trails.

Crossthreaded in 4Wheel Drive

Hope muds eternal

So just like that. We are here again. Another wintah not fit for male dogs with short legs.  And now its Spring and the sap is running faster than green corn goes through the new maid. Should be a good year for maple production. Ayuh.

Every season comes with its nuances and drawbacks. I don’t know how many of you have ever had the sinking feeling of going off the soft shoulder because the integrity of the road got softer than Grandpa’s pecker.  Its a totally different feeling being stuck in the mud than it is stuck in the snow. Of course, if you have lived up here long enough - in the country - its happened to you. You will know the meaning of “Gum Rubbers” and how valuable they are this time of year.

“Don’t track mud in the house” your mother would say. If you really look at most houses in the north country, no one comes in through the front door. they come in through the mud room. It also afforded a great playground for young boys building rivers, and dams, and just plain celebrating the creativity of the free form experience. Anything was possible, and it wasn’t so bad, making mud pies and mud castles, and your own world carved with a stick.

The trees are budding, everything is blooming, the birds are back around, and the flieas and insects are appearing. Ah yes, the insects. The Flies, Mosquitoes, the Black Flies, The Greenheads, the House Flies, you name it. Here they come. Look out folks, just like that, it’s here again.

People pay big bucks for this!

The fact that laughter is an important part of our life becomes more clear every day. Mark Twain said it the best in “The Chronicles of Young Satan” — Will a day come when the race will detect the funniness of these juvenilities and laugh at them–and by laughing at them destroy them? For your race, in its poverty, has unquestionably one really effective weapon–laughter. Power, Money, Persuasion, Supplication, Persecution–these can lift at a colossal humbug,–push it a little– crowd it a little–weaken it a little, century by century: but only Laughter can blow it to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of Laughter nothing can stand.— Mark Twain

So, in this time of tremendous confusions and transitions, the pressure of the holidays, etc., we offer some light hearted relief from it all.

Hopefully this blog will evolve into a place where people can share their funny experiences as well as get a chuckle put into their day.