Sunday, May 17, 2015

"These are the times that try men's souls" (Paine)

.....Dear Reader (if any are left), I cannot keep up with these posts, so they will be infrequent. Thus, once in a while take a peek. The tremors in my fingers make it very difficult to type without correcting much too often.  Also, I have been very sick lately with a severe case of bronchitis--or something. The x-ray of my chest shows something, so the MDs have asked me to take the x-ray again. And to complicate matters I fell again the other night and had to call 911 to come and pick me up.
 
.....I have also stopped working on the musical.  There will not be one from me next March.  Or ever again. It is simply too much work, and too many problems.  The only other thing left is my "novel".  I'll check to see if I can work on that.  That is, if ever I can ditch this illness.  The fact is, I am sick.  If I didn't have Rhoda, I would be ten times sick! She is unsparing and diligent in her caring for me.

9 comments:

  1. ruth.grimsley@virgin.netMay 17, 2015 at 4:39 PM

    Dearest Baron, so sorry to hear that you are so very unwell. Anything I can do to help? Cousin Ruth

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  2. I’m left out in the cold again. You promised me a juicy, star making role in your now aborted script in your rendition of songs from our recent wars. Left out to be dried, again. After placing an ad in Variety, and upgrading my latest entry in “Who’s Who?”. Of course, my listing was in the alternative tome, “What’s That?” The gala celebration to be celebrated in my leasing of Madison Square Garden on opening night is not meant to occur. My song and dance routine, destined to be the hit of your show will be missed by the masses.
    If I only had a blank contract, holding you to the booking, I would have insisted in your signature, thus insuring my name in lights and the fame that follows. Your casting couch methods drew me in and I will pine for what could have been. I would have drowned my sorrows in vintage champagne and truffles in my waning days, collaring condo commandos on the catwalk, and offering my autograph on their playbill, so that future generations will be aware of the Herbstman Legacy.
    What’s left will be my Bingo participants, moving a seat farther away, to escape my buttonhole of a loose garment or limb, extolling my talent. How fleeting life can be. Mike Herbstman

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  3. ruth.grimsley@virgin.netMay 18, 2015 at 9:53 PM

    Mike - become a performance POET instead. You're already 99% there. Cuzzin Ruth Mwah mwah

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  4. I know it’s too late. Nevertheless, I remembered another military song for the now defunct show; It’s a sad lament about a doughboy in WW II, complaining about his obese girlfriend. The name is “For it’s a long, long way to tickle Mary.”
    Mike Herbstman

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  5. Or, if you prefer, the song popularized by a hussy in the Civil War, who fooled around with a father and offspring, and both unaware of the “deception.” The song: “I’ve got the son in the morning and the father at night.”
    Please someone stop me from adding to this insane litany. I’m afraid I’m addicted and can’t prevent my fingers on the keyboard promulgating this drivel. I need to be sent to an Addiction Center with the most amenities. I need a private room, spa facilities, my own billiard room and given an unlimited canteen and food privileges, that will allow the best restaurants to deliver food to my room. Mike Herbstman

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  6. ruth.grimsley@virgin.netMay 25, 2015 at 4:57 PM

    Who wants you to stop? It's great - keep going! Sorry to disappoint you, Mike, but you're just not eligible for the 5* rehabilitation facilities.
    Anyway, we've got songs, similar to the ones you mention, out here, like the one about the German entrepreneurs who take over some defunct steel-works here in South Yorkshire after the recession, in order to breed dogs in them. It goes: "The Mills are alive with the Hounds of Munich."
    Mwah mwah, Cuzzin Ruth

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  7. OK, you'll all be sorry. How about "I'm in the nude for love" and one of my favorites, "Nothing could be finer than to be in your vagina"
    Shameless!!!

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  8. ruth.grimsley@virgin.netMay 27, 2015 at 4:52 PM

    Mike: not heard those before: but maybe you're familiar with the expression, "Ready when you are, Mr de Mille!" Cuzzin Ruth

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  9. Perhaps I will get a poets license, something that is abused over the years. All that remains is to get a word that rhymes with "orange".

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