SHORT STACK: Ga-ga, Goo-goo, Go-go

‘Don’t try to understand ’em. Just rope & throw & brand ’em.’

While I’m on vacation, Jimbo — my politically incorrect altered ego — will be writing my Medium.com missives. He’s from Dothan, drives an 18-wheeler and favors Lucky Strike cigarettes. He’ll try not to blow too much smoke in your face. — jsl

I seed where Tony Bennett — one o’ my all-time fav-O-rite Paisano singers — hooked up with some slick chick named Gaga. What’s that about? Well, I found out watching them two sing “Baby It’s Cold Outside” in a Barnes & Noble TV commercial. Hokey smoke, Batman! That Gaga Gal can sing up a storm, like a water funnel comin’ off the Gulf of Mexico at High Noon. Hoo-Hah. Where she got that hot voice, I do not know, but let’s hope the original owner don’t find out and heist it back.

Speakin’ o’ babies, I read on the w-w-w net where the Gerber Baby turned 89 years old. Imagine that. Eight-nine! First off, fact she’s a real person is somethin’ — fact she’s still alive is somethin’ else!

Yup, that rug-rat on those baby food jars is a real live critter. Back in the 1920s, there was a contest o’ some sort and a artist named Smith turned in a sketch of lil’ Anna Turner Cook. Drawin’ wasn’t even finished. No matter. That angel had destiny written all over her face. D-E-S-T-I-N-Y. Ms. Cook went on to be a writer and teacher, but she’ll always be a sweet-baby kissy-face in my book.

Shiftin’ gears a bit, I’m givin’ a belated shout-out to the late great Dave Dudley and his rendition of “Six Days on the Road” penned, as I recall, by Boxcar Willie. DD recorded that classic truck drivin’ song back in ’63, and it’s still as fresh as a load of oranges in Orlando.

Best lines:

“My truck’s a little old, but that don’t mean she’s slow.

Smoke comin’ from her stack is goin’ like-a never b’fore.

Jes pass a Jimmy and a White;

Been a-passin’ everythin’ in sight,

Six days on the road, and I’m gonna make it home to-night.”

If that don’t mist up yer peepers, people, yer too far gone fer me ta help ya.

Amen!

Well, like they say on the TV set, time to “Move ’em out, head’ em out, Rawhide!”

Until next time . . .