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This morning, I find myself thinking about New York and all the surrounding areas being battered by Hurricane Henri…like that city hasn't been battered enough by one disaster after another.  Which is why I decided it would be a good time to post this…

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Spots Before My Eyes

This post has run twice before on this blog — twice! — but it's one of my favorites and I've done a few upgrades on it. So here it is again…

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Shortly before Christmas of 1960, my mother entered and won a contest at the Robinson's Department Store in Westwood. It was one of those contests where it was hard to not win — hundreds did — and what she won was an invitation to bring her child (i.e., me) to a Special Disney Preview of a forthcoming movie called 101 Dalmatians.

It took place on a Saturday morning at the Ambassador Hotel near downtown Los Angeles. We reported at the assigned hour, checked in and were herded like cattle (or worse, Magic Kingdom visitors) into separate ballrooms. My mother was held captive, more or less, in a presentation for parents. They were served adult-type food and subjected to what I gather was an extended commercial for going to Disney movies, buying Disney toys for the kids, taking them to Disneyland, watching Disney TV shows, etc.

The gist of it was that you weren't a good raiser of children if you denied your offspring any part of the total Disney experience. A decade or two later while visiting Las Vegas, she and my father got roped into one of those scams where in exchange for allegedly free show tickets, they had to sit through a hard sell pitch to buy time share condos, and were almost forbidden to leave without doing so. When she got home, she said it reminded her of that Disney gathering.

Meanwhile back at the Ambassador, I was taken into the other ballroom, the one for kids, which was decorated as if for a child's birthday party. There were dozens of little tables and I was stuck at one with a bunch of other eight-year-olds I didn't know and didn't particularly want to know, and we were served hot dogs and potato chips and ice cream and cake. Some of this was eaten but most of it was thrown around or up. Disney cartoons were run and there was, of course, an extended preview for 101 Dalmatians along with training on how to properly throw a tantrum if our parents did not take us to see it again and again and again and buy us every last bit of 101 Dalmatians merchandise.

Mr. Nash and Mr. Duck.

There was also a live show. A woman dressed as a fairy princess of some sort sang Disney songs and then Clarence "Ducky" Nash performed with his Donald Duck puppet. I didn't understand a word he said in either voice but I knew enough to know he was the man who spoke for Donald, and it was thrilling to see him in person. There was also a Disney cartoonist — the "Big Mooseketeer" Roy Williams, I think — doing charcoal drawings of Mickey and the gang right before our eyes. I liked that part a lot.

Roy Williams.

At the end, before we and our respective parents were released from Disney custody and reunited, there was a drawing for prizes where everyone present was destined to win something. I wanted one of the charcoal sketches but had to settle for a 78 RPM Little Golden Record that featured two songs from 101 Dalmatians. One side had the movie's best tune, "Cruella De Vil." The other side had a title song that was very catchy and very bouncy and in the weeks that followed, I played it often on my little phonograph. The ending went…

Picture one hundred and one mischievious creations
One hundred and one puppy birthday celebrations
One hundred and one, that's a lot of doggy rations
One Hundred and One Dalmatians!

To my surprise when I made my parents take me to see the movie, that song was nowhere to be heard. It was not on the LP soundtrack of the movie, either. Throughout the sixties, long after I'd lost or broken my Little Golden Record I had that tune running through my head but could not find a copy of it to save my life. I couldn't even find any evidence that it had ever existed. Around 1970, when I began to meet Disney scholars and asked about it, none of them had ever heard of it. One told me I'd obviously made it up. "I didn't make up those lyrics when I was eight years old," I replied.

One day last year, I lunched with Greg Ehrbar, co-author (with Tim Hollis) of Mouse Tracks: The Story of Walt Disney Records, the exhaustive book on the topic, and I thought to ask him about it. He knew of the song and thought it had been written by the team of Mr. Disney's favorite tunesmiths, Richard and Robert Sherman. When he told me this, I felt like more of a ninny than even usual because I know Richard Sherman. For some reason — a lot of mutual friends, I guess, plus the fact that we're both members of the Magic Castle — I run into him at least once a month somewhere. I could have asked him about it years ago!

Not the actual record but a reasonable facsimile.

I did, the next time we were together and he was quite amazed that I knew those lyrics and could sing them, albeit poorly, from memory and from when I was eight. He was also quite flattered (who wouldn't be?) and he told me the story of its creation and omission. Basically, Mr. D. came to them. They were new in his operation, this being before Mary Poppins or The Parent Trap or all those great songs they wrote for Disneyland attractions. The Great and Powerful Walt suddenly decided 101 Dalmatians needed a bouncy title song and they whipped one up which everyone liked but which they couldn't find room for in the movie.

That Little Golden Record I won was apparently arranged before the movie was locked, at a time it was still believed the tune would get in. That it didn't was allegedly because some other high-ranked Disney official (not Walt) lobbied successfully for its exclusion.

Before I could ask my next question — where the hell do I find a copy? — Richard told me he thought it was being included among a bevy of "cut songs" on the new, then-forthcoming two-disc DVD release of 101 Dalmatians. I was delighted and a few weeks ago, while Costcoing, I picked one up and came home, gleefully anticipating being able to, at long last, hear this song I've had running through my brain since 1961 and last heard around then.

Well, guess what. It wasn't on the DVD.  Fortunately, Greg Ehrbar helped me obtain a copy and it has since turned up on one or more CDs that Disney has released. There's also a stereo remake of The Song (very nice but not the original) on some CDs. It's difficult to find but it's not impossible as it was for many years.

It's not a fabulous song but I've had it caroming around inside my skull since around '62 or '63 or whenever I lost/broke that Little Golden Record. This is satisfying to me in a way that cannot possibly mean as much to you. I'm also delighted that my memory of the lyrics was dead-on accurate all these years. So I'll close this by offering you a sampling of the 45 year itch that I was finally able to scratch. Hope it doesn't haunt you as long as it's haunted me…

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From Korea, a number from the American musical, Catch Me If You Can

Dispatches From the Fortress – Day 529

I did a tweet the other day that said…

Every so often, I think that maybe people with different viewpoints could come together in some sort of middle-ground compromise or understanding. Then I look at how many people get outraged over the question of whether pineapple belongs on pizza.

Since then, I've received about a dozen messages from folks who want to debate the question of whether pineapple belongs on pizza. I'm not sure they all understood that I don't consider this an open topic. Not everything in this world has to be an argument and this certainly doesn't. Here — I'll give you the answer to the question…

If you want to have pineapple on your pizza, go right on ahead.

And I submit that if that doesn't settle the matter for you, you're just looking for conflict. Until such time as someone in power tries to implement a pineapple mandate for pizza or even a pineapple ban, that settles that. There are so many debates in this world today that will never reach any level of consensus and agreement, we don't need any more.

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Amber the Fangirl — not to be confused with my lady friend Amber — is a British teen with grand talent and great enthusiasm for the world of Cartoon Voices. A month or three ago, I agreed to be her guest on a video podcast she does, usually interviewing great voice talent. We really just talk about folks who do voices for cartoons and our experiences with them…

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  • If Johnny Carson was still on, his monologue tonight would include: "You know, television is a rough business. One minute you're on top; the next, you're on the bottom. As I was telling the shoeshine boy out in the hall, Mike Richards…"

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  • I have 50+ years in publishing and close to 20/20 vision. And I do not understand why art directors for print media think that if a page looks aesthetically pleasing, it's okay that no one, including the author, can actually read the copy on it.

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Just Pick Somebody!

Given all the catastrophic and potentially-catastrophic news around us, it's amazing that anyone has the time or effort to fret about who's going to host Jeopardy!, let alone get mad about it. But maybe that's the point. Maybe we sometimes need something inconsequential to get our minds off the consequential stuff. So I'll try writing about something that, when you get right down to it, doesn't really matter that much.

So the latest is that yesterday, they recorded the first five shows of the new season with this Mike Richards guy installed as the new permanent host. At the same time, there were all these new revelations of nasty things he'd said on podcasts and elsewhere. And this morning comes the news that he's "resigned," today's scheduled taping was canceled and the show will revert to guest hosts until a final, better decision is made.

There's a certain joy in corners of the Internet today. A lot of folks had come to loathe the guy because of who he is and/or how he got the job. A lot more celebrate, as we sometimes do, the sight of any Very Big, Wealthy Company making a Very Big, Costly Mistake.

And we have all this intrigue. What becomes of the five shows done yesterday? Presumably, Mr. Richards made comments about how honored he was to be the New, Permanent Host of Jeopardy! Do they air those words? Do they air those episodes? They have a current, ongoing Returning Champion and if he won on all five shows, do they not air them and just somehow announce that his Total Winnings jumped up on shows you'll never see? He probably didn't lose or we'd have heard but…well, you see the problem there.

Is Mayim Bialik going to get the post of hosting the syndicated shows? Or are they really doing more on-air auditions? It's a good day to not be the person who has to decide all this. And of course, it's a good day to not be Mike Richards, who has now achieved a notoriety that could (but probably won't) lead to him being the answer to a Final Jeopardy! question some day. He's still at this moment the Executive Producer of the show but that will change as some settlement is negotiated.

Here's what I think: Just pick somebody…anybody who can read and doesn't have a history of stupid, offensive remarks on the Internet. On this planet, there must be at least a hundred such people. The host doesn't matter that much.

Jeopardy!, since back in the days when Art Fleming hosted it, always struck me as a show you watch to play along; to think, "If I'd been a contestant, I would have won $13,500!"  That's usually a bit of self-deception based on the premise that in front of cameras and an America that includes all your friends, you would have come up with the same correct answers you came up with at home with nothing on the line.

You're also assuming that you would have consistently hit the little button ahead of both other players.  If you watch the show, you can often see two or all three of them trying to ring in at the same time.  You probably would not have "won" that part of the game all or even most of the time. But it's fun to pretend.

This will sound like blasphemy to some but I never thought even Alex Trebek mattered that much.  I don't mean he didn't do the job well.  He did it about as well as anyone could…long enough to feel like a vital component of that show. But I don't think he was that irreplaceable.

There are game show hosts who bring a lot of themselves to the proceedings to the point where some people probably tune in to watch the host.  Richard Dawson was that way on Family Feud…though I must say (more blasphemy) that I think the current host, Steve Harvey, does a much better job than any of his predecessors, Dawson included. I'm not saying he's the nicest, most deserving guy in the world. There are stories about him making the rounds, too. But he ad-libs better than almost any other game show host I've ever seen who was not named Marx.

Groucho, of course, was the only reason to tune in the old You Bet Your Life.  (I'm hearing, by the way, that the new revival with Jay Leno is in production and that it's skewing more towards his old "Jaywalking" segments, the point of which were to demonstrate how dumb some people could look on television. Oh, I hope not.)

On shows where the "fun" came from celebrity panelists, fine hosting work was done by Garry Moore and later Steve Allen on I've Got a Secret; by Gene Rayburn or the Match Games of various eras; and by John Daly on the original What's My Line? I don't think any of the revivals of those programs have stumbled onto the right combinations of host and panel members but the shows still work well enough to attract decent audiences.

But Jeopardy! is not about any of that. It's about you sitting home and feeling good when you get as many right as the folks on the show do. I've been suggesting here that Alton Brown would make a good host but he's gotta be off the list that he was probably never on by now. He had his own minor said-the-wrong-thing scandal recently. But when you come right down to it, almost anyone who's doesn't have such a scandal and is comfy in front of a camera and can pronounce all the words right could do it.

Sony probably thinks they need a woman to atone for picking a seeming misogynist. Okay…fine. There are plenty around who could do it, including CNN legal analyst Laura Coates, who Mr. Trebek mentioned as a good fit for the job. Just pick someone already.

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French fried potatoes are usually great for about fifteen minutes before they get cold, soggy and undelicious. Here, the Internet's own Chef John suggests a way to re-crisp that which has gone flaccid. I haven't tried this yet but it sounds like it oughta work…and kudos to Chef John for not insisting you sprinkle Cayenne Pepper on them, as he does for everything else…

Dispatches From the Fortress – Day 527

Yesterday, I had to wait in a long line at a CVS Pharmacy for a prescription and I didn't mind. The line was long because there was an unexpected (by the store) surge of people wanting to get vaccinations there. The lady who ultimately waited on me told me they were waiting for another employee — someone qualified to administer shots — to arrive. The one person on their staff who was qualified couldn't give the jabs and see that prescriptions were properly filled at the same time.

I have no idea what, if anything in particular, caused the stampede and I have no reason to think it was the same way at other CVSes, which I hope is the proper way to pluralize the store name. I got to talking with one young couple waiting for their jabs. "We finally decided it was time to get it done," the lady said. Maybe it just takes some people a while to get around to maybe saving their lives.

It was crowded in the store with folks not getting vaccinations, too. Every store employee was trying to do eleven things at once. The line to checkout if you didn't use the self-service option reached all the way to the next-closest CVS.

Around the pharmacy area, there was one older woman who kept asking — in way too loud a voice — where to find the Stool Softener. After the third or fourth such request, I said "And she really sounds like she needs it" and got a big laugh from everyone who heard me. It was not my proudest moment.

After I finally got my prescription, I picked up a few other items and then used the CVS self-service check-out to pay for them. I had coupons and my ExtraCare discount that took a $21.00 order down to $7.35. The machine then proceeded to spit out a checkout receipt so long that you could have wrapped it around the body of Pharaoh Tutankhamun in lieu of bandages.

The woman trying to checkout at the self-checkout counter next to me was utterly baffled as to how to use the thing. No store employee seemed to have the time to help her so I did — and when I saw that one of the items she was purchasing was Colace, I realized she was the Stool Softener Lady. She said to me, "I'm sorry…I've never used one of these checkout things before but I simply couldn't wait in that line for a human cashier." No, I guess she couldn't.

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Here are scenes from another American musical in Korean. This is Spamalot and there's a segment in here with the actors discussing the play and their roles in it. But move the slider ahead to the five-minute mark and you'll see them perform "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life"…

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