Saturday, September 06, 2008

As far as I know we're not kin to ANY Youngs.
My Daddy always told me he thought we used the name Young because the Yonges founded Abbeville and Geneva. The Yonges were descended from the Indian traders with Panton, Leslie & Co.
Daddy was wrong.
There are Young Registers all over the place. They go all the way back to the "old country" (Darlington, S.C. ~ The Cheraw District).

So that's our Young connection. Nothing but a fambly tradition.
Thanks for being curious.

Oh yeah. I got the death dates on some of those cats who were captured with my Uncle William Duncan at Island #10. At Camp Randall in Madison, Wisconsin, members of Geneva's Gulf Rangers died on May 22, 1862; May 23 or 24, 1862; June 21 or 29, 1862; May 29, 1862 and May 23, 1862. One of the guys at Camp Randall was a Register but I don't know how I'm kin to him. There was a Peacock died there too. I have read reminiscences from Camp Randall. Almost every one of those boys were from Alabama. They had pneumonia so bad that phlegm covered the floors of their hospital.You'd slide down if you weren't careful. They were all clothed in cotton. No wool. They saw the spring bloom four times. They saw it bloom in Pensacola as they prepared to go up the Mississippi. They saw it bloom at Island No. 10 above Memphis. They saw it bloom while captive in Illinois and they saw it bloom at Camp Randall in Wisconsin. Their cemetery is the northern most Confederate cemetery.

Uncle William is buried in the Camp Douglas mass grave in downtown Chicago. Pretty sure there's 6000 buried there and it wasn't even marked for 35 years.
Dat showl do makes you feel all warm and fuzzy for yo' govmint now don't it!

Uncle William died July 13, 1862. G-Great Grandpa Register filed a claim with the federal government for killing him on August 3, 1863. Other boys from Geneva died on May 14, July 11, July 7 and July 13, 1862.

Here's a good link on the Gulf Rangers.


Dispatches from
The Chukker Room
In Hell:


Thanks for another good one.

Speaking of lawyers, a lawyer friend of mine in Montgomery says,
"Being a lawyer is not a profession.
It's a life style;

a life style of knocking people loose from their money."

He also said that he loves to defend guilty clients because he can get over half of them off and can charge the crap out of them.

He said that he can confuse any jury.

Big Jim Folsom tried to pass a bill to prevent lawyers from holding state elected offices.
Of course he got no where with it.

An old Uncle of mine referring to a very successful local lawyer who was a friend of his said,
" Old so and so is a very good lawyer but
at least half the time he's on
the wrong side".

I told a law professor friend of mine that he trains people to hide the truth or reveal the truth according to which side the money is on.

He just had a blank look on his face and finally said that that might be true but that was not his intention.

I participated in a number of mock court situations at the U of A Law School several years ago and I told a group of lawyers who were in a plaintiff lawyer training program that,
"When you make your final closing presentation to a jury,
it's very much like what a salesman does when he makes his sales presentation and tries to close the sale."

A law professor jumped up and said "No it's not, he's a layman and he doesn't understand", referring to me.

He was wrong of course and I was exactly right and that's part of the problem, the judicial system is a closed club and will punish anyone who tries to expose it.

It is a perfect (best) example of what George Bernard Shaw meant when he said that
" All professions
are conspiracies against the public".

Keep up the good work.

Friday, September 05, 2008


As a teen a friend and I would go with his mom and her boy friend to Bill's Barn,

a beer joint in Box Springs.

I was about 14-16 years old at the time.

I would drive them home if the beer got to them a little heavy.
I had learned to drive at age 10 in a 40 ford that had no brakes.
I still don't trust brakes even on a new car.

Anyhow Bascom Estes, the mom's boy friend, would take down the serial number of a 1 dollar bill.
Dialing for dollars was big around that time for ner-do-wells like us.
Bascom got his feet frozen in northern Itlay in WWII with the US Army.
Bascom would pay for beer at some point with that dollar bill as the evening went by.
Some time later Bascom would pull out the paper with the serial number he had written on it and ask Bill Hocutt, the owner of the Barn, if he might have a bill with that number on it.
Of course Bill would find the right bill soon and Bascom would pretend he would like to buy it for 20 dollars and Bill Hocutt would not sell it thinking that it must be worth much more as
a Dialing For Dollars' prize.

Bascom would eventually disclose the joke.
The whole bar would break up and Hocutt would threaten to throw us all out.

The Barn also had white lightning under the bar.
Bill Hocutt had a brand new 57-58 orange and white Edsel parked in front of the Barn.

High cotton for sure.

And Ma Philips right up the street had a rooming house (cat house combination)
and a .75 cent all you could eat lunch and dinner with big pots of all kinds of good ole country food on a big long table that could seat about 15-20 people.

There's a beauty shop at that location now.

Ma Philips' place burned down years ago.

There was also a joint called The Red Elephant there at Box Springs in the fork of the road.
The old Highway 11 ran through Box Springs and a street turned and went over the rail road to the VA and 15th street.

A side note, Bascom Estes' grandfather was a blacksmith in the 1860's in the area where Reform,AL. is. He was enslaved to shoe Union troop's horses at the end of the civil war.

He had a choice of either be hung or shoe horses according to Bascom.
Of course he chose to shoe horses.

I just thought you might enjoy some of this disjointed babble.

Mrs. Booth ,a very nice hard working lady, owned and ran the Oasis and we went there at times as well as to Bucksville and Columbus.

Mrs. Booth had 2 beautiful daughters who would come to the bar to help their mom at times.
We would do ignorant teenage lusting.

We would go to Mamie's place in Bucksville and one time one of the adults with us said to Mamie, the owner of the place,
"Mamie, why don't you get this boy"
referring to me,
"some pussy."

And Mamie said, "I'll just get him a can of sardines and a spoon and he'll never know the difference".

Thanks for the memory jogging Roberto.

Oh yes, the Jungle Club was running about that time.
It was located where Advance Auto Parts is at 5 points is.

It was a fun place.

In later years,early to mid 60's, there was this Alabama star quarterback from Pennsylvania who got in fights there a lot. I never saw those fights but heard a lot about it from the owner Dan what's his name.

This quarterback loved to drink & fight according to Dan and the police would not arrest him if they were called or happened by. This quarterback was your classic thug according to witnesses.

I must have bored you to tears by now so I'll shut up.

Take care and keep the Time Warp Express going.

Hey y'all~

The Web continues to amaze me.
Most residents of ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA know that every four or five months I google my ancestors to see if something's new posted on the Internet. Last May I discovered a mail contract my G-Great Grandfather John Young Register had to carry the mail from Geneva to Monticello, Alabama, once a week. That was over a 140 mile round trip in 1858.

Well, tonight I found three more contracts that G-Great Grandpa received in 1857. He submitted three low bids to carry the mail.

He won so many contracts that he had to have hired other men to help him.

He bid $600 per annum to haul the mail from Daleville to Andalusia, 58 miles, and back, twice a week. He had to have a man leave Daleville with the mail Tuesday and Friday at 1 P.M. & arrive at Andalusia the next day by 6 P.M.
On Monday and Thursday he left Andalusia at 6 A.M. and arrive at Daleville the next day by 12 noon.

G-Great Grandpa Register bid $170 per annum to carry the mail from Newton to Geneva, 30 miles and back, once a week. He had to have a man leave Newton Friday at 7 A.M. and arrive at Geneva by 5 P.M.
On Tuesday he had to leave Geneva Tuesday at 7 A.M. and arrive at Newton by 5 P.M.

The third contract I found was to deliver the mail from Skipperville to Newton, 20 miles, and back, once a week. His winning bid was $125 per annum. This contract stipulated that the mail had to leave Newton Saturday at 6 A.M. and arrive at Skipperville by noon and then make the return by leaving Skipperville at 1 P.M. and arriving at Newton by 7 P.M. Definitely a full days work.

I'm pretty sure that Skipperville was on the Ft. Gaines to Pensacola Road. Monticello was on the Columbus to Pensacola Road and both of these roads merged in Andalusia.

He had more than three contracts because I found where he was fined for not showing up in Greenville 6 times and missing Elba 5 times in January and February of 1858. He got fined $22 for missing his Greenville deliveries and was deducted $19 for missing Elba's. I have no idea about the road from Elba to Greenville but I know there was a good road from Greenville to Pensacola because the Spanish Colonial Records from before 1821 were first taken to Greenville by the Confederates after the Yankees occupied Pensacola early in the Civil War.

Well, imagine my surprise when I also found out during my googling that there's a famous painter named John Register.

Well I already knew there was one important artist named John Register. He's my son & his full name is John Christopher Young Register & I recently published the first rock poster he composed for the band Shrapnel Petals.

Talkin' 'bout being a proud papa...
THIS IS FIRST ROCK CONCERT POSTER Christopher ever designed!
With the help of Kevin Pake @

John Register

I wish I had come across this painter a long time ago. A friend of mine from Riverside recently told me about this California artist and his work blew me away. He captures something in California like John Fante captures L.A. Hopefully next time I'm in the States I can see this guy's work in person.
Scott Schreiber
Madrid, Spain

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MARTINI by John Register

John Register: A Retrospective

July 2 - August 29, 1999

Martini, 1994, oil on canvas, 50 x 35 inches

John Register (1930 - 1996) was not just another realist painter. This former race car driver quit his successful job as a New York City advertising executive one afternoon in 1972 and never returned to the office. Instead, he dedicated the rest of his life to his one true passion - painting. Beginning July 2, 1999 the Frye Art Museum hosts the first comprehensive retrospective of this unlikely artist's work.
Organized by the San Jose Museum of Art, this exhibition is the first major showing of Register's work, which has often been compared with that of Edward Hopper. Culled from private collections throughout the United States, the retrospective includes paintings and other works on paper. The exhibition is accompanied by a full color hard bound catalogue "John Register: Persistent Observer" by Barnaby Conrad III.
John Register was a major California realist painter, best known for his sunlit paintings of cityscapes, waiting rooms, storefronts, and coffee shops. Born in New York, Register studied at the University of California, Berkeley, and the California School of Fine Arts in San Francisco. As a race car driver he set a number of course records throughout California in the early 1960s, driving his beat-up Porsche Speedster against such rivals as Lance Reventlow and actor Steve McQueen. He studied at Brooklyn's Pratt Institute, founded by his great grandfather, Charles Pratt. He later studied with portraitist Everett Raymond Kinstler and landscape painter Lennart Anderson.
Register painted the beauty and the art in the everyday: a semi-truck on the highway, a stop sign, draperies flapping in an open window or empty chairs and diners. Human beings are rare in his work. Register chose these subjects because, "they are something we experience universally, a kind of denominator of interior space." The artist was noted for his ability to capture the atmosphere, light, and stillness of unlikely scenes, creating a distinct sense of place.
Despite struggles with life-threatening illnesses during the last fifteen years of his life, Register continued to paint prolifically until he succumbed to cancer in 1996 at the age of 57. His legacy stressed the overlooked beauty in unpeopled places.
After Seattle, the exhibition travels to the Palm Springs Desert Museum in California, the Frederick R. Weisman Museum of Art in Malibu and the Sun Cities Museum of Art in Arizona.

Palm Springs Desert Museum

Palm Springs, CA


John Register: A Retrospective

new exhibition by realist painter John Register (1939 - 1996) will open at the Palm Springs Desert Museum on Wednesday, September 22, 1999.
John Register: A Retrospective
is a provocative collection of hauntingly seductive images by one of the most distinctive realist painters of his generation and runs through November 28,1999 in the Museum's Annenberg Art Wing.
This exhibition is comprised of approximately 65 superlative works completed by Register between 1974
and 1996 that showcase the recurring themes of his work - stark interiors of diners; waiting rooms and bus depots; empty chairs in old hotel lobbies; vacant, mundane offices; the environs of Los Angeles and the desert landscape; New York and the urban streetscape; and suburban settings. (right: Houses Near Freeway, 1991, oil on canvas, 35 x 50 inches, Collection of David and Victoria Register)

Register's use of his own photographs as a source of imagery and composition for his paintings allowed him to evoke the essence of ordinary objects and anonymous places he

visited on long car and train trips he took throughout the country for most of his life. His compositions were often derived from or enhanced by photocopies of photographs that reduced the pictures to bold, simplified shapes of dark and light. Often, Register would eliminate larger details such as barber stools, wall coverings, cars and people. This reductive approach to a composition was summed up by the artist when he said, "Painting is less rendering and more distillation.... Every painting starts with a pure vision. Every brushstroke leads you further away from the vision. At the end, if the vision is barely discernible, you have to be grateful." (left above: Venetian Light, 1977, oil on canvas, 49 1/2 x 42 inches, Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Weir, Photograph courtesy of Modernism Gallery, San Francisco; right above: Martini, 1994, oil on canvas, 50 x 35 inches, Collection of Suzanne and Guy Lampard)

Often compared with Edward Hopper, Register has explained, "With Hopper you witness someone else's isolation; in my pictures, I think you, the viewer, become the isolated one."
Born in New York and educated at the University of California at Berkeley, John Register was influenced by the Photo-realist artists Richard Estes and Ralph Goings. However, unlike these painters, Register used photographs merely as a starting point - an armature - for his work.
This exhibition is accompanied by a 192-page full-color book by Barnaby Conrad III, a longtime personal friend of John Register's.

John Register A Retrospective
has been organized by the San Jose Museum of Art. The Palm Springs showing and educational programs are funded in part by the Museum's Artists Council.

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Read more about the Palm Springs Desert Museum in Resource Library Magazine.

by John Register

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BACKYARD by John Register


Thursday, September 04, 2008

Ah-ah-aaah, oh yeah... Oh listen to me people

I ain't got time to think about money
Or what it can buy
And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder
What makes a birdie fly

And I don't have the time to think about
What makes a flower grow
And I've never given a second thought
To where the rivers flow

Too busy thinking about my baby
And I ain't got time for nothing else

Said, I ain't got time to discuss the weather
How long it's gonna last
And I ain't got time to do no studies
Once I get out of class
Tellin ya I'm just a fellow
Said I got a one track mind
And when it comes to thinking about anything but my baby
I just don't have any time


The diamonds and pearls in the world
Could never match her worth, no no
She's some kind of wonderful, people tell ya
I got heaven right here on earth
I'm just a fellow
With a one, one track mind
And when it comes to thinkin' about anything but my baby
I just don't have any time


(yeah, she's never hard to find
'cause she's always on my mind)

Received word today that Buddy is now out of ICU and has his own room.
Now that's what I call PROGRESS!!!!

Thank y'all so much for your "GET WELL WISHES".

Robert Register http://rockpilgrima ge.blogspot. com


The big scandal on Sara on the Daily Kos TODAY is that she's a SECESSIONIST!

When I was about to go off to The University, Daddy had a heart-to-heart with me.

He said,

"I don't know anything about that university. Never stayed there, never attended a class but I've been to Tuscaloosa.
Son, promise me one thing. Don't make a lawyer. This family can't afford to have a paid liar."


Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2008 00:04:35 +0000

This is very interesting! I never thought about it this way. Perhaps
this is
why so many physicians are conservatives or Republicans.

(Interestingly, sent by an attorney's wife.)

Thoughtful point of view:

The Democrat Party has become the Lawyers' Party. Barack Obama and
Clinton are lawyers. Bill Clinton and Michelle Obama are lawyers. John
Edwards, the other former Democrat candidate for president, is a lawyer,
so is his wife, Elizabeth. Every Democrat nominee since 1984 went to law
school (although Gore did not graduate). Every Democrat vice
nominee since 1976, except for Lloyd Bentsen, went to law school. Look
the Democrat Party in Congress: the Majority Leader in each house is a

The Republican Party is different. President Bush and Vice President
were not lawyers, but businessmen. The leaders of the Republican
were not lawyers. Newt Gingrich was a history professor; Tom Delay was
exterminator; and Dick Armey was an economist. House Minority Leader
was a plastic manufacturer, not a lawyer. The former Senate Majority
Bill Frist is a heart surgeon.

Who was the last Republican president who was a lawyer? Gerald Ford, who
left office 31 years ago and who barely won the Republican nomination as
sitting president, running against Ronald Reagan in 1976. The Republican
Party is made up of real people doing real work. The Democrat Party is
up of lawyers. Democrats mock and scorn men who create wealth, like Bush
Cheney, or who heal the sick, like Frist, or who immerse themselves in
history, like Gingrich.

The Lawyers' Party sees these sorts of people, who provide goods and
services that people want, as the enemies of America. And, so we have
the procession of official enemi es, in the eyes of the Lawyers' Party,

Against whom do Hillary and Obama rail? Pharmaceutical companies, oil
companies, hospitals, manufacturers, fast food restaurant chains, large
retail businesses, bankers, and anyone producing anything of value in

This is the natural consequence of viewing everything through the eyes
lawyers. Lawyers solve problems by successfully representing their
in this case the American people. Lawyers seek to have new laws passed,
seek to win lawsuits, they press appellate courts to overturn precedent,
lawyers always parse language to favor their side.

Confined to the narrow practice of law, that is fine. But it is an awful
to govern a great nation. When politicians as lawyers begin to view some
Americans as clients and other Americans as opposing parties, then the
of the legal system in our life becomes all-consum ing. Some Americans
'adverse parties' of our very government. We are not all litigants in
vast social class-action suit. We are citizens of a republic that
us a great deal of freedom from laws, from courts, and from lawyers.

Today, we are drowning in laws; we are contorted by judicial decisions;
are driven to distraction by omnipresent lawyers in all parts of our
private lives. America has a place for laws and lawyers, but that place
modest and reasonable, not vast and unchecked.

When the most important decision for our next president is whom he will
appoint to the Supreme Court, the role of lawyers and the law in America
too big. When lawyers use criminal prosecution as a continuation of
by other means, as happened in the lynching of Scooter Libby and Tom
then the power of lawyers in America is too great. When House Democrats
Am erica in order to hamstring our efforts to learn what our enemies are
planning to do to us, then the role of litigation in America has become

We cannot expect the Lawyers' Party to provide real change, real reform,

or real hope in America .. Most Americans know that a republic in which
every major government action must be blessed by nine unelected judges
not what Washington intended in 1789. Most Americans grasp that we
fight a war when ACLU lawsuits snap at the heels of our defenders. Most
Americans intuit that more lawyers and judges will not restore declining
moral values or spark the spirit of enterprise in our economy.

Perhaps Americans will understand that change cannot be brought to our
nation by those lawyers who already largely dictate American society and
business. Perhaps Americans will see that hope does not come from the
of lawyers but from personal dreams nourished by hard work. Perhaps
Americans will embrace the truth that more lawyers with more power will
make our problems worse.

If You Do NOT Pass This One On - And No REAL "Change" Takes
Your Choice................

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

MAKE ME SMILE by Chicago

Children play in the park, they don't know
I'm alone in the dark, even though
Time and time again I see your face smiling inside

I'm so happy
That you love me
Life is lovely
When you're near me
Tell me you will stay
Make me smile

Living life is just a game so they say
All the games we used to play fade away
We may now enjoy the dreams we shared so long ago

Oh, my darling, got to have you
Feel the magic when I hold you
Cry sweet tears of joy, touch the sky

Now I need you more than ever
No more crying...we're together
Tell me you will stay
Make me smile

Text from the Purple Martin Conservation Association Website

Martins, like all swallows, are aerial insectivores. They eat only flying insects, which they catch in flight. Their diet is diverse, including dragonflies, damselflies, flies, midges, mayflies, stinkbugs, leafhoppers, Japanese beetles, June bugs, butterflies, moths, grasshoppers, cicadas, bees, wasps, flying ants, and ballooning spiders. Martins are not, however, prodigious consumers of mosquitoes as is so often claimed by companies that manufacture martin housing. An intensive 7-year diet study conducted at PMCA headquarters in Edinboro, PA, failed to find a single mosquito among the 500 diet samples collected from parent martins bringing beakfuls of insects to their young. The samples were collected from martins during all hours of the day, all season long, and in numerous habitats, including mosquito-infested ones. Purple Martins and freshwater mosquitoes rarely ever cross paths. Martins are daytime feeders, and feed high in the sky; mosquitoes, on the other hand, stay low in damp places during daylight hours, or only come out at night. Since Purple Martins feed only on flying insects, they are extremely vulnerable to starvation during extended periods of cool and/or rainy weather.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Hey y'all~

Got a call from Buddy Buie today and he gave me permission to let everyone know about his situation.

Buddy never wants anyone to feel sorry for him or to consider him an invalid but unfortunately Buddy is suffering from serious heart disease and the only alternative was open heart surgery.

On Thursday, August 21, Buddy underwent open heart surgery at one of Emory's hospitals. He had three coronary bypasses, a valve replaced with a pig valve and multiple surgical ablations. Buddy's heart got a complete overhaul. He has been in intensive care for the past thirteen days and he's still there.

The last thing in the world Buddy wanted to do was to share this kind of news with y'all but, with his permission, I think it's best that you know.

Please visit the YouTube clip of Buddy & J.R. bass fishing last year near Livingston. com/watch? v=wCAq3D- AAbU&feature= related
& leave a nice message. He'd love that.

We all look forward to Buddy's full recovery and the return of this creative genius who many of us know as a true friend.

Robert Register http://robertoreg. blogspot. com
http://myspace. com/paulbearbryant
http://daybeardied. com

We're gonna have a ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA contest for the best casting of the major characters for RYAN deGraffenried: THE MOVIE~


Lurleen Wallace~
Ryan deGraffenried~
George Wallace~
Jim Martin~
John Puryear~
Ivan Taylor~
Gerald Wallace~
Al Lingo~
Seymour Trammel~
Elton B. Stephens~
Hugh Thomas~
Finus Gaston~
"CUZ" Hartley~

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I got your picture hangin' on the wall
It can't see or come to me when I call your name
I realize it's just a picture in a frame

I read your letters when you're not near
But they don't move me
And they don't groove me like when I hear
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I play the game, a fantasy
I pretend I'm not in reality
I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me

No other sound is quite the same as your name
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
So let's stay together

I got some memories to look back on
And though they help me when you phone
I'm well aware nothing can take the place of being there

So let me get the real thing
So let me get the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

Here at ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA we need all the help we can get in order to get our message out over the Internet. Sometimes that ain't easy seeing as how we are sometimes controversial and folks think twice before they start plastering our site on their page. I have no statistics on how many people are referred to our site by other websites but I don't think it's too many.

The good news is that thousands of people use ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA to find what they want on the Web. The Alabama Blues Society publishes their visitor statistics on the Web.


#2 was google search with 522 referrals and #3 was google images with 252 referrals.

than used google search or google images.

We appreciate all of your support and hope to see you Friday night at ALABAMA BLUES FUNDRAISER at the L&N Train Station here in Tuscaloosa.

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Our buddy in Hollywood, Lance Miccio has a new film project concerning baseball in Japan.

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Please check out the latest product from Chief Bigwater @

The studio's website's has been tuned up so check it out...

Here's a pretty good video of REDD cutting her new record at Playground.
It gives you a good idea about their facilities.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Hey y'all~

The entire crowd at the new Houndstooth on the Strip jumped up into the air when Julio caught his first TD pass while wearing Crimson. That was one precious moment in time!

Speaking of the Crimson Tide, the photo ABOVE
includes an January '62 image of a 17 year old "JIM FROM TUSCALOOSA", star of stage, screen & THE FINEBAUM SHOW!

Tune up & oil them chainsaws 'cause you gonna needs 'em next week!
(I don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout cause I still got limbs from Fay I ain't picked up yet)

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There's a really good article on The Big Lebowski in the current issue of ROLLING STONE.
Check out the video of Jeff Bridges in his DUDE sweater.

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I feel eminently qualified to discuss THE BIG LEBOWSKI seeing as how I'm the same age as Jeff Bridges & I own a DUDE sweater plus I like to cuss a lot, too.

Close up of my DUDE sweater

This weekend I went into a BIG LEBOWSKI FRENZY!

Not only did I read every word of the article, I went to YouTube
& watched the F*CKIN' short version
I watched THE DUDE go search for a cash machine after getting Miss Bunny's offer
and I watched a ton more clips & they were all funny & I love THE DUDE'S style.
Reminds me of living the life of Riley in my own little groovy hippie pad/Sixties love shack on University Boulevard in old Tuskaloosa.

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Well imagine my surprise when I looked on Yahoo news this weekend and read this scathing criticism which trashes the lifestyle that both THE DUDE & I have grown to love and cherish over the past 40 years.

The book is called GUYLAND & it's written by mind-numbed robot sociologist.

Dr. Buzz Killer's name is Michael Kimmel
& he's written a book that criticizes the way guys live today.
This moron is a poster child for ACADEMIC SHITHEADS.
Thank God in Heaven Bama dissolved its sociology department so the only alternative the sociologists in Tuscaloosa had was to commit suicide. They certainly couldn't do anything else.

Tell Doc Kimmel to remember a Guyland man don't need him around anyhow!

On the brighter side,
I've been spending some time going through the Pake Realty Company Archives & I have unearthed some gems I wanna share with you.