I dropped everything that I was doing this morning when I found out that Johnny Carson had passed away. I got in my car, drove to Media Play and purchased “The Ultimate Johnny Carson Collection.” If anyone needs me, I’ll be holed up in my condo watching all seven hours in tribute to this personal idol.
They say the pun is the lowest form of humor, you know.
I watched Casablanca again last night for the ten millionth time (Tivoed off of Turner Classic Movies, God love ’em) and I had a realization: I don’t know what the lyrics are to “La Marseillaise”, the French National Anthem. You know the scene, Victor Lazlo leads Rick’s Cafe Americain in a rousing chorus to counter the Nazi rabble singing “Die Wacht Am Rhein”.
A bit of googling lead me to this website, where my I found the English translation and the answer to my query:
Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny’s
Bloody standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts
To arms citizens Form your battalions
Let impure blood
Water our furrows
LET IMPURE BLOOD WATER OUR FURROWS? Le Yikes. And people talk about the Star-Spangled Banner being militaristic.
After bellying up to the bar and placing my order, I noticed some commotion after a couple walked out the door.
“Do you know who that was?” Maude asked.
“Yeah, I saw him on TV the other day,” Flo interjected.
“That guy owns the Pancake Pantry,” Dusty replied, cracking a egg on the side of his bowl.
For those who don’t know, Pancake Pantry is a Nashville breakfast institution, on any given morning there’s a line out the door and down the street as people wait to experience the cornucopia of breakfast delights.
I can only assume Mr. Pantry just wasn’t in the mood to wait this morning.