We know this was drawn by a townie, but two errors take a style. With the cage act working, a butcher is hyping the seats, and the clown walkaround is on. I can name trainers who demanded no such distractions, with announcements to prove it. Remember "All vendors will now retire from the seating area!"--and they did. Me, hell, I never cared. I told the concession guys to take their best shot while I was on. One dreary, cold night I had no help loading out. After the blow-off, I turned to find two concession agents, Angelo and Carl Nordine, helping push my cages up the runs.
Roger. It seems strange to me now, but as the anouncer was doing his thing I never heard a word. The music was my que. I never saw or heard a thing outside the arena while I was inside.
Positively. Neither did I. Once inside, it was like being enclosed by a solid wall, with nothing but the cats visible or audible. Once, to Hubert Castle's dismay, I used part of his cat act bankroll to buy new music for my chart. After the show, bandleader Russ Darr was disheartened to learn I hadn't heard his arrangements at all. I explained why I couldn't. Pal that he was, he sat the boys down and played my whole chart for me. It was great hearing it for the first and last time.
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i tried to click on subscribe and nothing happened
The same was true for me. I wasn't able to open any of the Dennis the Menace postings either. They all had the X on them.
I have an old Mac. Are PCs conspiring against us again?
--maxine
Clear your browser cache - and then access the web site again.
BTW - I jut read that Microsoft will stop supporting Internet Explorer for Mac's pretty soon.
If you are referring to the Emails that come over night - some email programs like Outlook Express will block images.
Look for "Click here to download pictures"
We know this was drawn by a townie, but two errors take a style. With the cage act working, a butcher is hyping the seats, and the clown walkaround is on. I can name trainers who demanded no such distractions, with announcements to prove it. Remember "All vendors will now retire from the seating area!"--and they did. Me, hell, I never cared. I told the concession guys to take their best shot while I was on. One dreary, cold night I had no help loading out. After the blow-off, I turned to find two concession agents, Angelo and Carl Nordine, helping push my cages up the runs.
Roger. It seems strange to me now, but as the anouncer was doing his thing I never heard a word. The music was my que. I never saw or heard a thing outside the arena while I was inside.
Positively. Neither did I. Once inside, it was like being enclosed by a solid wall, with nothing but the cats visible or audible. Once, to Hubert Castle's dismay, I used part of his cat act bankroll to buy new music for my chart. After the show, bandleader Russ Darr was disheartened to learn I hadn't heard his arrangements at all. I explained why I couldn't. Pal that he was, he sat the boys down and played my whole chart for me. It was great hearing it for the first and last time.
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