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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , David McCullough, , flight, , , , , , , , Orville Wright, Paris, , rhymes, , Wilbur Wright, William Howard Taft   


    We had to go ahead and discover everything for ourselves.
    –Orville Wright, 1901

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    Friends, Readers, Countrymen —

    If you have spent many a sleepless night
    tossing and turning ’til dawn’s early light,
    wondering if I’d e’er host another post,
    take such worries off thy plate — they’re toast.

    Yes, Brothers and Sisters, thy long wait is o’er.
    I’m back, and who of you could ask for more
    although I must confess
    that most may ask for less. 😦

    Never-the-less, Brothers and Sisters,
    it is written in the stars that I must return to the scene of my rhymes and other crimes. It’s Kismet.

    Notwithstanding the never-the-less, Brothers and Sisters, I digress.
    I come here not to berhyme the Wrights, but to praise them.

    Thus this follow-up to my May 17 post, THE DAY THE WRIGHTS DONE ME WRONG, because, by ancient axiom, it’s the Wright thing to do (If at first you don’t succeed, fly, fly again). And if this discourse has the unintended consequence of being the sleep-aid you need to catch up on those zzzzz, the added benefit comes at no extra charge.

    But I doubt that will be the case with THE WRIGHT BROTHERS, which, it so happens, is the title of a book I just finished reading (by my favorite historian, David McCullough). It’s no less than you’d expect from a Pulitzer Prize winning author: a masterful biography which (quoting from the dust cover) “draws on the immense riches of the Wright Papers, including personal diaries, notebooks, and more than a thousand letters from private family correspondence, to tell the human side of a profoundly American story.”

    The Wrights spent years of trial and air working to construct the world’s first ‘aeroplane,’ but as reader Don Frankel noted on May 17, America paid scant attention even after their successful first flight Dec. 17, 1903 at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina (and Don wasn’t just whistling Dixie in his comment). Finally, in 1906, after numerous improvements (including a more powerful engine) and many test flights, “much of the scientific world and the press [began] to change their perspective on the brothers”, and they started to attract commercial and government–especially French, not American– interest.

    To the latter point, President (and fellow Ohioan) Wm. Howard Taft spoke as follows in presenting the two brothers with Gold Medals on June 10, 1909, in Washington D.C.:

    I esteem it a great honor and an opportunity to present these medals to you as an evidence of what you have done. I am so glad–perhaps at a delayed hour–to show that in America it is not true that “a prophet is not without honor save in his own country.” It is especially gratifying thus to note a great step in human discovery by paying honor to men who bear it so modestly. You made this discovery by a course that we of America like to feel is distinctly American–by keeping your noses right at the job until you had accomplished what you had determined to do.

    There are many stories within the story of THE WRIGHT BROTHERS, many twists and turns and mishaps along the way. The Wrights weren’t ‘stick’ figures with no interests and little to commend beyond their mechanical genius. Wilbur, for example, wrote home from France in 1906 of long walks and “the great buildings and art treasures of Paris, revealing as he never had–or had call to–the extent of his interest in architecture and painting.”

    Read this bio and you will surely be taken along for the ride, as was I, by “the human side of a profoundly American story” of two men most of us know only from dry history books.

    So fasten your life jackets and come fly with me.

    We dared to hope we had invented something that would bring lasting peace to the Earth. But we were wrong. We underestimated man’s capacity to hate and to corrupt good means for an evil end. –Orville Wright, 1943 (during WWII)


    • Carmen 12:50 am on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      A timely subject, Mr. Muse. . I’m flying from Melbourne, Australia to Halifax, Nova Scotia on Friday. :). Those Wright Brothers started somethin’, eh?

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      • mistermuse 1:15 am on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        It certainly sounds Wright that from Down Under, there’s hardly anywhere to go but up…so have a safe flight home, Carmen. I’ll look forward to reading all about your trip if you post it on your blog.


    • calmkate 4:31 am on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      lol love your opening poem and your review sounds interesting but … 🙂

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      • mistermuse 11:53 am on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        No buts about it, Kate — my reviews are always interesting (except when they’re not). 😦

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        • calmkate 7:26 pm on June 13, 2018 Permalink

          except the topic holds no interest for me .. but as you wrote it I still read it 🙂

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    • Silver Screenings 10:12 am on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Re: Orville Wright’s 1943 quote – ain’t it the truth! As I read your last post on the Wright Bros., I thought, “In a few short years, folks would be arming this marvellous invention in an effort to kill more people.”

      The biography sounds fascinating. Thanks for the recommendation!

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      • mistermuse 12:28 pm on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        You’re more than welcome, SS. As for the quote, “ain’t it the truth” indeed.What an ugly and beautiful mixed bag of a world this is!

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    • arekhill1 11:02 am on June 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Isn’t that last quote the truth? And the brothers Wright never even heard of Facebook.

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    • Don Frankel 8:49 am on June 14, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      That’s a great book Muse. I was amazed at all the things they had to develop in order to figure how to take flight. It is an amazing story. But I still can’t get over how they are flying just about everyday in Dayton and the only person who wrote about it was a traveling bee salesman in his little magazine which would be a the equivalent of a blog today.

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      • mistermuse 9:29 am on June 14, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        I’m glad you mentioned the bee magazine, Don — it’s the perfect example of how under-appreciated and almost ignored the Wrights were when you consider the game-changing nature of their accomplishment. The failure to recognize what seems so obvious reminds me of the old saying, IF IT WAS A SNAKE, IT WOULD HAVE BIT YOU.

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    • chattykerry 9:21 am on June 17, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I am going to work at the airport today and I will consider the amazing achievements of the Wright brothers as I attempt to deal airlines and passengers who think they are riding a Greyhound bus…😁😁

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    • barkinginthedark 6:51 pm on August 11, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      Orville’s regret is too sad…to see your marvelous invention being employed to kill…too sad. continue…

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    • mistermuse 9:08 pm on August 11, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      “We underestimated man’s capacity to hate and to corrupt good means for an evil end.” Today, Orville’s 1943 quote has an even wider application than airplanes, as (courtesy of Donald Trump) democracy itself is being corrupted for an evil end.


  • mistermuse 12:01 am on May 20, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Eagle of the USA, first transatlantic flight, , , , , May 20 in aviation history, , Paris, songs, Spirit of St. Louis, ,   


    Taking off from my last post (where I left the Wright Brothers up in the air and me breezin’ along with the breeze), we come to May 20, a day second to none in aviation annals.*

    On this May day in 1927, Charles Lindbergh took off from New York for Paris in the Spirit of St. Louis (his monoplane), to begin the second (and most famous) nonstop transatlantic flight in history. Yes, I said second — the first was made by paired English aviators in 1919, from Newfoundland to Ireland (about half the distance of Lindbergh’s solo flight).

    On this date in 1932, Amelia Earhart took off from Newfoundland for Paris, but due to weather conditions, she had to ‘pull up’ short in Northern Ireland, nonetheless becoming the first woman to make a solo nonstop transatlantic flight.

    We now turn to the musical portion of the program. Faster than you can say “It’s a bird,” Lindbergh’s fame brought songwriters down from the clouds to cash in, hatching a flock of insipid pop songs. Not so with Earhart’s feat, not even a peep of a song….although her lost flight over the Pacific Ocean in 1937 did inspire a few songs that didn’t long survive.

    OK. If I had to eat crow in my last post, can I now soar like an eagle with these jazzed-up Lindberg hit tunes soaring over treacly lyrics:

    Ladies and gendermen, the Spirit of St. Louis is coming in for a landing — and if we’re Lucky, Lindy will be in the spirit for a rousing finish.

    *In addition to the Lindbergh and Earhart flights, May 20 was also the day Congress passed the Air Commerce Act licensing pilots and planes in 1926, and the date of the first regular transatlantic airmail flight (Pan Am, NYC to Marseille, France) in 1939.




    • scifihammy 9:59 am on May 20, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Very interesting – lots I didn’t know. 🙂

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      • mistermuse 11:10 am on May 20, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        This was an interesting piece to research, as I too learned a few things — in particular, that Lindberg’s wasn’t the first transatlantic flight, and that Earhart’s intended destination was Paris. I guess that puts me one up on Earhart, because I DID make it to Paris (with the minor caveat that I was on a bus and not alone). 😦

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    • arekhill1 12:13 pm on May 20, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Our local airport here in San Diego is named Lindbergh Field, Sr. Muse, which never fails to irritate my Jewish girl, since Lindbergh, besides being an air hero, was an anti-Semite with pro-Hitler leanings. Amelia Earhart made the wise choice to preserve her legacy intact by disappearing.

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      • mistermuse 12:46 pm on May 20, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Funny you should mention that, Ricardo, because I was going to use this funny clip, but couldn’t work it in. Your comment gives me the perfect excuse to do so now:

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    • Don Frankel 7:29 am on May 21, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Good stuff Muse. The first transatlantic flight was completed by U.S. Navy planes, the NC 1, NC 3 and NC 4 with NC 4 landing first. This was back in 1919. They were sea planes and stopped 5 times. I think what Lindbergh represented was you could fly across the Atlantic from New York to Paris in one jump. Meaning you could make money doing it.

      But since this is ‘It’s a bird. It’s a plane’ let us not forget…

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      • mistermuse 9:18 am on May 21, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Don. I remember the Superman intro well. As a boy, it really stirred the imagination!

        In my research, I didn’t come across mention of the 1919 U.S. Navy transatlantic flight, probably because it wasn’t nonstop like the English flight the same year. But neither flight made near the impact that Lindbergh’s did in terms of fame and fortune.


    • Don Frankel 12:29 pm on May 21, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Same as Alan Shepard Gus Grissom space flights didn’t capture the nation’s attention the way John Glenn’s did.

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    • Lisa R. Palmer 10:06 am on May 22, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Fascinating facts and music, mistermuse!


    • mistermuse 12:44 pm on May 22, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Glad you enjoyed the post, Lisa. Appreciation is music to my ears! 🙂


    • RMW 9:12 pm on May 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Having just flown from LA to London and back again within ten days I think May 6 and May 16 should be commemorated in the annals of flight from now on! It wasn’t easy drinking all that wine and watching all those movies!!!

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    • mistermuse 9:08 am on May 24, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      But look at the bright side, RMW — you got a ten day reprieve from Trump’s BS!


    • moorezart 12:20 pm on June 16, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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  • mistermuse 1:01 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Eddie Cantor, , , , , Margaret Whiting. Bob Hope, , , Paris, records, Richard Whiting, , World War I, World War II   


    Now that the madness of America’s interminable election season is over, it’s time to get back to the saner things in life. It has been a while since I devoted an entire post to a subject which is right down my (Tin Pan) Alley, namely the Golden Age of Popular Music (between WWI and WWII). I assume that, unlike me, few (if any) of you were alive during that era….but, since I feel reasonably certain you wouldn’t miss that opportunity again if you had the chance, I forgive you for such a lamentable shortcoming.

    Speaking of lament-able, I’ll start with a song written toward the end of the era by a 15 year old wunderkind, Mel Tormé, who went on to decades-long fame as a jazz vocalist:

    For those who are unfamiliar with the term TIN PAN ALLEY, I quote excerpts from a 1975 book of that title by researcher Ian Whitcomb about the beginnings of pop music:
    The name “Tin Pan Alley” applied to the railroad flats around 28th and Broadway in NYC where the music publishing houses were clustered. Around the 1890’s a canny bunch of businessmen, keenly aware of the new mass-market created by the Industrial Revolution, decided to manufacture songs. They fed theaters and parlors, cafes and dance halls with their wares. By 1910 The Alleymen had pushed hundreds of songs into million-selling sheets. These tall piano copies, fronted with colored art-work and spotted with ads for other songs, were the sole pop moneymakers until records, radio and talking pictures became the chief pop vehicles.

    This brings us to the period immediately following the end of WWI on Nov. 11, 1918, and to one of the biggest hits of the next year, when our doughboys were returning home by the hundreds of thousands from the battle fronts of Europe and the pleasure fronts of Paris. With un peu d’imagination, perhaps you can appreciate the question….

    Two years later (1921), song writers were still asking questions, including this one posed by its composer Richard Whiting (whose birthday was three days ago, Nov. 12, 1891), sung here by his daughter and Bob Hope:

    Of course, the above words and recordings have barely scratched the surface of  the sounds you would have savored had you been around in those days (and make no mistake, that music would have seduced you as much then as today’s music seduces you now). And so on that note….





    • scifihammy 1:20 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      What a lovely post. 🙂 They really don’t make music like this any more!

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    • painkills2 2:26 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      It’s all about electronic music now. Well, not all, but a lot. I feel like an old grandma complaining about young people’s music, but electronic music hurts my ears. 🙂

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      • mistermuse 11:04 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        It hurts your ears because it’s noise (at least, some of it). But, as an old song title says, “To Each His Own.”

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    • eths 3:10 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Great music!

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    • GP Cox 8:00 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you!!

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    • linnetmoss 8:57 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I didn’t realize Mel Tormé was a songwriter on a bigger scale. I know he wrote “The Christmas Song.”

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      • mistermuse 11:18 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Mel was multitalented: musician, vocalist, arranger, songwriter. He wrote THE CHRISTMAS SONG with lyricist Bob Wells in 1946, but previously wrote both words and music. Here is another example of his solo work from 1945:


    • Don Frankel 9:24 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I always like the way guys like Bob Hope who really can’t sing will talk their way through a song and really do a good job of it. Rex Harrison in My Fair Lady comes to mind. You can watch that movie and think he’s singing when he never does.

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      • mistermuse 11:23 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Excellent observation, Don. Another great example of someone who couldn’t really sing but put over a song better than most guys who could sing was Walter Huston (SEPTEMBER SONG).


    • L. T. Garvin, Author 10:25 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      What wonderful, wholesome songs. Love the instrumental background. It harkens back to a time when we didn’t have to have all these obscenities to have entertainment, I mean I don’t want to sound like a grandma either, but seriously, the verses of today’s “music.”

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      • mistermuse 11:32 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        My sentiments exactly! It’s good to know I have readers like you who can appreciate, and don’t dismiss, songs like these simply because they’re old. Stay tuned for more of the same in my next post.

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    • arekhill1 10:55 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Haven’t really paid much attention to music of any kind since I kicked a daily pot habit back in my early twenties. Now that weed is legal out here in CA, maybe I’ll start again.

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      • mistermuse 11:46 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I have just the song for you, Ricardo, as you sleep on your “To weed or not to weed” question:


    • Cynthia Jobin 11:20 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Today’s music doesn’t seduce me at all…it’s mostly adolescent, barbaric noise. I really enjoyed listening to these. I know them well. Listening to them again is like a lovely visit with my dear grandparents.

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      • mistermuse 11:57 am on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I couldn’t agree more, but I’ll bet neither you nor your grandparents listened to (or even knew of) the song in my previous comment (actually there were many such songs in the 20s & 30s, though I doubt they got played on the radio in those days)!

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    • Cynthia Jobin 12:02 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      You’re right. I didn’t know that song, nor, I venture, did my grandparents. The underworld stayed under, in those days.

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    • inesephoto 5:39 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Such a delightful post, I always loved music of that era.

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      • mistermuse 8:10 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Likewise. I also like some of the music of other eras, but “Golden Age” music remains #1 on my ‘hip parade.’

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    • Resa 6:17 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      What a fab post this is!
      Thank you so much for the info re: Tin Pan Alley! I had no idea.

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      • mistermuse 8:05 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Resa. I’ll have more to say about Tin Pan Alley in my next post.


    • Mark Scheel 1:15 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I remember hearing some of these songs played on the piano when as a little boy visiting relatives on my mother’s side–a fun bunch. Anyway, before you leave politics totally, suggest you read Bernie Goldberg on why New York media missed the boat so badly with the last election. Great analysis that I can relate to, living in the Midwest. Here’s the link:



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      • mistermuse 8:53 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I’d already heard similar analysis (in substance, if not in spirit) in the heathen liberal media, Mark, but I didn’t know that Goldberg has written a book called ARROGANCE, which I would’ve guessed to be the title of a Donald Trump biography….but then, we on the near-left (or am I on the FAR-left in the black-and-white world) are wrong about so many things.

        Anyway, I’m glad to hear that you can dig this music. There has been a piano in my house for most of my life, but after several years of piano lessons in my boyhood, I forgot what I learned and still can’t play it.


    • BroadBlogs 1:17 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I’d thought I would feel better after the election. I don’t. Thanks for bringing some sanity back into my life. 🙂

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      • mistermuse 8:11 am on November 17, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Speaking of “sanity” reminds me (what with the Christmas shopping season already in full swing) of this bit of Marx Brothers insanity:


    • Carmen 12:42 pm on November 17, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Do you mean to say that Torme was 15 when he sang that song? If so, quite amazing!
      I have to say that listening to these tunes is a much better pursuit than reading political commentary of late . . . 🙂 I’m finding a station on my TV that plays ‘oldies’ now. Lovely sounds!! Thanks so much, mister muse!
      Were you subscribed to Lady sighs blog? Haven’t heard anything from her lately and was wondering if she’s ill. .

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      • mistermuse 5:27 pm on November 17, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Actually, Tormé wrote the song when he was 15, but he didn’t sing it — at least not on that Columbia record. If you check the small print on the label, you’ll notice that the vocal is by Dick Haymes (see, that’s what happens when you don’t read the small print!). 🙂

        I didn’t subscribe to Ladysigh’s blog, but I was a regular reader and frequent ‘liker’ and commenter. As I recall, she took a rather lengthy hiatus due to illness a few years ago. Hopefully, she’ll come back again like before, but I don’t know the reason for her absence this time.


  • mistermuse 12:00 am on November 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Blackbeard, coffee breaks, , fifteen minutes of fame, , , Paris, pirates, , , , Treasure Island   


    There is nothing I like more than a challenge (well, there is probably something I like more, but I needed a lead-in). After my posts “FIVE DAYS HATH NOVEMBER” on Nov. 5 and “TEN” on Nov. 10, it occurred to me to keep the gambit going with a “FIFTEEN” post on Nov. 15. However, other than the famous “Everyone will be famous for 15 minutes,” it’s hard to figure what else 15 is iconic for that I could build a post around. So I challenged myself to compile a list of 15 famous fifteens, knowing that although most of what I come up with may not yet be famous, the mere mention of them here will make them so — thanks to you, my many adoring readers and viral instigators.

    Without further ado, then, here are 15 things that 15 has been (or soon will be) famous for:

    1.  15 minutes of fame
    2.  15 minute coffee breaks
    3.  15 humble politicians (coming soon to a universe near you)
    4.  15 days of darkness beginning, coincidentally, Nov. 15 (another of those social media apocalyptic rumors, apparently started by someone who had been out in the sun too long)
    5.  15 gun salute (for credentials rated six guns beneath the warranting of a 21 gun salute)
    6.  15 things that look like Donald Trump:
    7.  15 flavors of prunes
    8.  15 minutes of unforgiving flatulence
    9.  15 temptations (Satan’s answer to God’s 15 Commandments, of which Moses dropped five, while Satan’s temptations have multiplied like wildfire)
    10. Etcetera
    11. And so forth
    12. And so on
    13. And the like
    14. Whatever
    15. Last but lust, pure gold — this 15 from Robert Louis Stevenson’s TREASURE ISLAND:

    NOTE: The Dead Man’s Chest referenced in the song is DEAD CHEST ISLAND (aka DEAD MAN’S CHEST ISLAND), a small, uninhabited island in the British Virgin Islands. The pirate known as “Blackbeard” is said to have punished his mutinous crew by marooning them on the island, each with a cutlass and a bottle of rum, with the expectation that they would kill each other. But when he returned after 30 days, he found that 15 had survived; thus —

    Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest–
    Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
    Drink and the devil had done for the rest
    Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

    Robert Louis Stevenson, by the way, was born on November 13, 1850 — two days shy of coming to this post on his 165th birthday….a shortcoming for which I absolve posthaste the author of such admired works as the STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE, KIDNAPPED, and TREASURE ISLAND.

    ADDENDUM: I was writing the first draft of this post when I heard of the terrorist attacks in Paris. To my friends/readers in France, may I express solidarité. In the aftermath, humor can seem out of place — but life marches on through (and past) the madness that does not know how to laugh. We cry at the mindlessness of it all, but we are human; we will laugh again….and we’ll always have Paris.














    • arekhill1 10:47 am on November 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Is that fifteen minutes of flatulence really unforgiving? Shouldn’t it be unforgivable? Or possibly unforgettable?


    • mistermuse 11:31 am on November 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Definitely unforgettable, but also unforgiving, in the sense that 15 minutes of hiccups is unforgiving if you can’t stop doing it. Unforgivable? Only if the 15 minutes of flatulence and hiccups are simultaneous.


    • Tosha Michelle 8:54 pm on November 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      15 minutes of my life i can never get back. I’m a slow reader. I’m kidding. I enjoyed this post immensely. Here’s looking at you, kid.

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    • Don Frankel 9:00 pm on November 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      15 minutes are the amount of time in one quarter of a football game. 15 is also the number worn by Yankees Thurman Munson and Tom Tresh. 15 in French is Quinz. In Rugby 15 is the number of players on the field at any given time. And, why I don’t know but a whole lot of Jewish holidays are on the 15th.


    • mistermuse 12:35 am on November 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Don, I must admit I should’ve included the 15 minute quarters in a football game, but I have a good excuse — I didn’t think of it.


    • Mél@nie 2:31 am on November 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      1st of all: I thank you for “la Marseillaise”… ❤ Paris has always been THE symbol of FREEDOM – by definition and "Tossed but not sunk!”, it will prevail over all evils…

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      2nd of all: I also used Andy Warhol's famous statement @ https://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/about/

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      my very best, oceans of inspiration & have a serene week! respectful regards, MNB

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      • mistermuse 7:57 am on November 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        To me, the “Marseillaise” as performed in CASABLANCA is one of the (if not THE) most emotionally stirring scene(s) in film history. All the best to you as well, and liberté, egalité, fraternité forever!

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        • Mél@nie 2:49 am on November 19, 2015 Permalink

          thanx! merci, Monsieur! Paris will always be THE symbol of FREEDOM – by definition and by excellence… I’ve been deeply impressed and emotional with this: La Marseillaise résonne au Metropolitan Opera de NYC… ❤

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          as a cultured gentleman, I'm sure you've read Hemingway's novels… 🙂

          "A Moveable Feast" – "Paris est une fête" by Ernest Hemingway

          “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast… When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely… There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it… You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me…

          Paris was never to be the same again although it was always Paris and you changed as it changed… You expected to be sad in the Fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed…”

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      • mistermuse 7:38 am on November 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Merci, Mél@nie, for the La Marseillaise/Metropolitan Opera video, which I couldn’t watch because “This video contains content from iTele. It is not available in your country.” However, the same clip is available on many American sites via Google, so no problem.

        The essence of the Hemingway quote, I think, is captured beautifully by Woody Allen in MIDNIGHT IN PARIS – a truly magical film and reminder of why “We’ll always have Paris.” 🙂


    • Jane 6:03 am on November 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for making me laugh! Humour provides such release. 15 humble politicians? Now wouldn’t that be something! Fifteen was never a significant number for me but after your post, I think it will be my favourite for some time to come. I won’t be able to hear it or see it without remembering your clever post. You are to blame if someone says 15 in a serious conversation and I giggle because I am thinking about flatulence! 😉

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    • mistermuse 8:22 am on November 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Jane, mistermuse (though not a politician) humbly appreciates your comment so much that I will willingly accept blame for any giggling episodes caused by thinking about flatulence. To keep such giggling in check, however, I suggest you not think about simultaneous flatulence and hiccups (as expressed in my reply to arekhill 1’s opening comment).

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    • inesephoto 5:48 pm on November 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Your list is hilarious 🙂
      Thank you for the video. French people will smile again, evil will never prevail.

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    • mistermuse 10:36 am on November 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for the comment. Though it may be argued that evil will never prevail (in the big picture), there is no denying that it does prevail in thousands of small pictures (over each individual who has been murdered by barbarians, not just in Paris, but in many places). When will we learn the lesson of Hitler, and take out the bad guys in the early stages of their power trips, before defeating them comes at the cost of thousands – even millions – of “small pictures?”


    • moorezart 4:27 pm on November 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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    • mistermuse 5:02 pm on November 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Merci beaucoup.
      I in turn recommend checking out the speaks-to-me pix and arresting artwork on your blog – well worth a visit in any language!


    • RMW 10:16 pm on November 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      When I clicked on the comments box you had 15 comments so I hesitated to add a comment to break the “15”… too late now. Enjoyable post.

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    • mistermuse 12:11 am on November 18, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      No problem. They say fame is fleeting, so why should 15’s fame be any different? Thanks for the comment.

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  • mistermuse 4:05 pm on February 2, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Arrivederci Roma, Chamfort, , , , Nice, Paris, , , Rome   



    If we would please in society, we must be prepared to be taught
    many things we know already by people who do not know them.
    –Nicolas Chamfort, French writer

    Beg pardon, Monsieur Chamfort, but since when have the French (even the
    Nice* French) had a reputation for giving a damn about pleasing anyone?

    *Nice (a city in France) is pronounced “NIECE” in French

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    The Eternal City of Seven Hills
    Has more holy grounds than a catacomb.
    But — be it ever so rumpled —
    “There’s no place like Rome.”


    Arrivederci Roma!

    • arekhill1 6:59 pm on February 2, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Sounds like you’ve been roamin’ around, Sr. Muse.


    • Michaeline Montezinos 8:43 pm on February 2, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      If you are in Roma don’t forget to send me a cardoma but leave the stoma on the statue, please.


    • mistermuse 9:35 pm on February 2, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Been to Paris, but didn’t make it to Rome when I was in Europe, which is too bad because I was Catholic at the time, and it would’ve been nice to stop by the Vatican for a friendly little papal bull session.

      I never heard of cardoma, Michaeline, and I can’t find it online or in my dictionary, but no matter — my long distance travel days are over until I’m summoned to the pearly gates. Maybe they’ll have cardoma there, but until then, I can’t help you.


    • Don Frankel 7:30 am on February 3, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      This is why I never leave New York. I’ve never been to Paris but I’ve heard there not nice there. And, from what I understand you can’t even get a slice of Pizza in Rome, so what’s the point?


      • Mélanie 11:52 am on February 3, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        @”I’ve never been to Paris but I’ve heard there not nice there.” – I do confirm: Paris, Texas is neither nice or interesting… 😀 btw, I love NYC… 😉


    • mistermuse 11:30 am on February 3, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hey, Don, there’s a Rome in upstate New York which is large enough to have a number of pizza joints, so if you want to be able to say you’ve been to Rome and got pizza, just hop on your dog sled and head northwest….or you could wait for the April thaw and enjoy the Roman Spring with Mrs. Stone (that’s only funny to old movie & Tennessee Williams fans, and probably not even funny to them).


    • Mélanie 11:50 am on February 3, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I love Italian, it’s been easy to learn it after Romanian, French and Spanish… 🙂

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    • mistermuse 1:37 pm on February 3, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’m glad at least one of my readers was able to understand the Italian tenor Vittorio Grigolo singing “Arrivederci Roma” – but no matter the language, he sounds good, and the youtube video (with its scenes of Rome) looks good. As for the smells: Ah…Roma (or so my poem imagines).


      • Michaeline Montezinos 12:13 pm on February 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        mistermuse, I chuckled when I read you did ot know what is a “cardoma.” I had to look up “epherma” in the dictionary since I had read that word you wrote. With my vision and the small type in thae dictionary, it took me 10 minutes to find epherma.

        You wrote about not going to Rome when your were Catholic. So I just use the Italian Roma for Rome in my reply. By cardoma I invented a word for a post card. I wanted it to rhyme. Perhaps it was wrong for me to make you wonder about that word.

        Ivana Trump, who we know was Donald’s first wife, said after the divorce, “The best revenge is served cold.” I didn’t think you would take my cardoma so seriously and I hope I didn’t chill you, mistermuse.


    • mistermuse 2:07 pm on February 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’m just relieved that “cardoma” isn’t Italian for carcinoma, Michaeline. Beyond that, it’s no skin off my nose – hahaha.


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