Once I became a celebrity, Miami was my biggest market. Flying in from New York City, I could perform in two clubs in one night. I would do a gig at the Warsaw Ballroom at midnight, get in a limo, and drive up to Fort Lauderdale to perform at the Copacabana at 1:30. Back then, those gigs paid $10,000, or maybe $12,000. It was good, easy money, and they treated me like the star I had become. Read More...
In the first days of Christmas, Lyndon Johnson gave reporters: 60 souvenir ashtrays, 26 colorful relatives, four private chats, umpteen salty quotes, three guided tours, and an ensign now a jay gee. The climax of it all came at a Christmas-day picture-taking session for two busloads of newsmen on the lawn in front of the white clapboard and stone L.B.J. ranch house in Johnson City, Texas. The President mustered more than a score of Baineses, Johnsons and other friends and kinfolk, lined them up and got them to look real pretty for the cameramen. Read More...
What exactly is a wolf cut and how does it get its name? Well, it sounds a lot better than "sorta mullet," doesn't it?
Cool names are often assigned to things to make them seem more appealing or to replace lame or out-of-date nomenclatures. It's why folks are selling "sun-dried plums" now as opposed to "prunes," or why my mom would make me a dish called "piping hot" instead of " Read More...