A couple of weeks ago writer, colleague and friend, Rob Simbeck and his partner in crime Debby, invited me over to meet their celebrity hens, Millie and Rose. They were an elegant pair (the chickens that is) though not terribly keen on posing for photos.
Jon Meacham remembers John Seigenthaler, who died last week at eighty-six: http://nyr.kr/1qDSt5E
“If journalism really is the first rough draft of history—the phrase is Philip Graham’s—then it requires at least a few practitioners with an epic sensibility and an appreciation of the possibilities of political life. Seigenthaler had both.”
Photograph by Mark Humphrey/AP.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young reunite for a stirring rendition of Iggy Azalea’s hit song, “Fancy.”
Jimmy Fallon is from another galaxy.
Spoon one time how he came to have the name Spoon. He burst out laughing, almost blew beer out his nose and said: “How you think?”
"Well, I know" I said, "but I just thought I shouldn’t assume things Spoon, you know? Maybe you got it as a kid or..""Stop it girl" he said, "Stop. I know, you just want to hear me to say it." waving his hand high in the air, still laughing. He swallowed and took a deep breath.
for a taxi in Nashville at two-thirty in the morning, a while back. I needed the car to be at my house at three o’clock, I think it was. There is no one on the planet I would ask to take me to the bus station at that hour so I plucked a business card from Music City Taxi off the mirror of my dresser. It was one of those fill-in-the-blank cards that drivers give you when you might need a return trip. The words, both printed on it and handwritten read: ASK FOR: Ron CAR#: 3.
The last time I saw Ron, he was out front of the Greyhound Bus Station, telling me how he did not want his picture in the newspaper. “What if I got people looking for me?”, he asked, his gaze lurching from side to side, in a questionable attempt to remain serious.
"If you got people looking for you," I said, "they would’ve found you a long time ago, Ron. Your car’s parked in the middle of Eighth Avenue five days a week, for God’s sake."
He laughed then, but stubbornly handed me the card and said “You owe me a ride.”
Those were his last words to me. You owe me a ride.
Then, three years later I held the card in my hand in the middle of the night, the opportunity to pay him back, looming on the calm moonlit air. I let it go, zipped my bag for the last time, and called the dispatcher instead. He was saved by the hour.
It was Dave who pulled in my driveway half an hour later. Actor. Storyteller. Low on gas. We discovered that we’d both read all of Steven Womack’s books. We talked about the strippers in Chain of Fools and I thought of how few places I could’ve had such a conversation at that time of night. No place more appropriate certainly, than in a taxi.
Taxi drivers are a wealth of information. Eventually, they know something about everything.
“A dog is the most enthusiastic thing on the planet. If you goes, ‘Do you want to do this?’ he says, ‘Definitely, that’s my best thing.” — Derek