• Area Code 312

    Area Code 312

    April 19, 2020

    This week for Song Lyric Sunday, Jim Adams has given us the theme of a Familiar Place. I chose my hometown.

     

    SongFacts

    • Sometimes called “My Kind of Town (Chicago Is),” this song by Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn is an homage to the Windy City. It was written for the 1964 musical Robin and the 7 Hoods, starring Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis Jr. (with Bing Crosby and Peter Falk filling in for the rest of the Rat Pack).
    • This was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song but lost to “Chim Chim Cher-ee” from Mary Poppins.
    • Sinatra recorded this several times with a Nelson Riddle arrangement. It’s featured on Sinatra ’65: The Singer Today, on the live albums Sinatra at the Sands (1966) and The Main Event (1974), and on Duets II (1994), where he performed it with Frank Sinatra Jr.
    • Sinatra performed this during his last public performance at the Frank Sinatra Desert Classic golf tournament in Palm Springs (February 25, 1995). “Here’s one that everybody knows,” he said over the intro.
    • Filming Robin and the 7 Hoods in Chicago proved to be a nightmare for Sinatra, but neither the movie nor the town was to blame.

      First, he received word that President John F. Kennedy, whom he also called a friend, had been assassinated. Devastated, he told the film crew, “Let’s shoot this thing, ’cause I don’t want to come back here anymore.” (Frank Sinatra: An American Legend by Nancy Sinatra) Two weeks later, he suffered another blow when his teenage son, Frank Jr., was kidnapped from a hotel in Lake Tahoe. After his son’s safe return a few days later, the singer retreated to his Palm Springs home to recover from the shock of it all.

    • Depending on which version you’re listening to, the final lyrics reference “The Union Stock Yards, Chicago is” or “The Chicago Cubbies, Chicago is.” The Union Stock Yards were the hub of the meatpacking business in the US for decades until the declining industry forced them to close their doors in 1971, also leading to a tweak in this song’s lyrics.

     

     

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  • A Cocktail Weiner

    A Cocktail Weiner

    April 6, 2020

    It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close.

    ***

    Closing time

    and you’re still

    here,

    sipping

    the same martini

    stabbing at its

    soggy olive

    with a limp toothpick.

    Juke box is off.

    Lights are on.

    It’s just you

    And me.

    Then you whip

    It out.

    très petit!

    Laughing,

    I dial 911 —

    you run.

     

     

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  • Breakfast for Two

    Breakfast for Two

    April 1, 2020

    This week at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle has chosen the photo below as or writing prompt. 100 words.


    Sylvia was one of those people who made friends wherever she went. Real friends — not the superficial kind in which one outgrows the other.

    After Sylvia started a couple of kitchen fires, her children decided it was time for a nursing home.

    Truth be known, Sylvia was terribly lonely. And then one morning, a bird perched on her windowsill as she ate her breakfast. She slowly cracked the window and shared some toast crumbs with him.

    Soon, the bird began showing up every day at 7:45am.

    One morning, the bird found the window closed.

    He waited, but Sylvia never came.

     

     

     

     

    © Douglas M. MacIlroy

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  • The Carrier

    The Carrier

    March 31, 2020

    Tonight at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are celebrating the color Red. Sarahsouthwest is our host tonight.


    Yeah. Red.

    Red reminds me

    of you. That careless

    blur of candy-slut-red

    lipstick that tainted your

    white-on-white shirt.

    I got rid of

    the stain —

    but you failed

    to get rid of its carrier.

     

    Crimson Red.

    Like my face

    upon the realization

    that everyone knew

    (even your mother!)

    but me.

     

    Hot Carmine

    blood raging through

    my veins

    like wildfire as

    I load

    my Glock 43.

     

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  • Champagne & Drive-Ins

    Champagne & Drive-Ins

    March 29, 2020

    For today’s prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, we are to write a diary/journal entry. The entry can be from any point in the narrator’s life past, present, or future. If future tense and from our own perspective try to imagine where you would like to be. If we are writing from our own past try to write from your perspective at that time. If we are writing as a seven year old child it should read as if it was written by a seven year old child.


    Dear Diary,

    Tonight would be a very special night according to my mom. She said it would be a night that I’d always remember and never forget.

    Tonight, I had my first legit date. His name is Robin and he is 16 with a driver’s license. He’s a nice guy and everything, but he’s super-skinny and has super short hair. The one I really like is his friend Russ. He is also 16 and is super cute. To die for cute! It was double-date so Russ took my friend Brenda, who is of course, better looking than me. I suppose that’s why Russ likes her. I wonder if Robin would rather be with Brenda too. Who cares because I don’t like him that much anyway.

     

    Russ had a fake ID and bought some beer and champagne, Then they took us to a drive-in movie.

     

    That night I learned something very important: do not drink champagne from the bottle. When I took a swig from the champagne bottle it fizzed up in my mouth and I couldn’t swallow. My only choice was to spew it out all over the windshield, which I did. Everyone laughed and I felt like an idiot. Robin wasn’t even mad. He must like me a lot.

    Too bad.

    That was our last date because Robin was a sloppy kisser.

     

     

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