Anyway, I answered the phone, and there was a familiar voice was on the other end. "Hello, sweet stuff! So what in the WORLD have I done to offend you?"
The voice was like a fine wine: bold, intoxicating, and slightly fruity. In other words, it was Daniel.
Anyway, turns out that he hadn't been recognizing my AIM ID: "theyellowhiss." He was used to me sending him IMs from when I had the "vernslater" ID. Which is why he had been ignoring me: because he'd get the messages, and think, "Who the hell is this?"
Case closed. We're buds again.
I was speaking today with another friend who recently returned from National Guard duty in New Orleans. He's currently my hero. And what a brave guy he is, being one of those assigned to cleanup in Superbowl Stadium.
Yes, he saw terrible things there, and he told me the stench was overpowering. But you know what his overall observation was? "For every one incident I saw of man's inhumanity to man, I saw six or seven other examples of man's overall kindness to his fellow man." Something good to think about, as we brace ourselves for another Category Five hurricane in the Gulf Coast.
A pair of original ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz that were stolen last month from a children's museum in Grand Rapids, Minn., according to a story on NPR today (you can read about it on npr.com) The theft has dampened the spirits of the topwn's first Oztober Fest, from what I heard, but they've got many other events scheduled, so the show will go on.
But what I don't get is, why would someone steal them in the first place? They're certainly not something you could sell anywhere. Is it work of an insane Judy Garland addict, some poor drooling fag who couldn't live without some original token, who'll take them out from time to time...maybe try them on, wiggle his toes in them, sing "Get Happy"? Invite a Barbra impersonator over (preferably someone who stole something from "Funny Girl")
Me, I have my own peculiar theory. I know, call me wacky. I think that the shoes were stolen by someone with a foot fetish. In my fantasy, Judy Garland's oily foot sweat had a very distinct odor, one that permeates the shoes to this day.
One sniff, and the guy goes Somewhere Over the Rainbow.