Gentlemen take their hats off when in homes, restaurants and such, always. I grew up in the 50’s & 60’s, so I know the rules. Too many young men were never taught those rules of etiquette so over the many years I have given as gifts to young men in my life a little book from Esquire Magazine called “The Rules”. I’ve received a lot of positive feedback from not only them but also their girlfriends and spouses as well. I don’t know if Esquire still updates it for these times but many of the often-humorous suggestions in it are classics that are timeless and in my humble opinion necessary to succeeding in life.
A friend of mine has a daughter who wanted to be an arborist and after researching grafting techniques she started sneaking into a neighbor’s apple orchard to secretly graft pear cuttings onto his trees. She was 14 at the time. I heard his pickers were a little freaked out about it a couple of years later. She now does a pretty big business in orchard science and health for growers.
Ran into that problem with a Norwegian Elkhound. I probably should have researched her breed before deciding to rescue her. one bath is all it took to decide the pet grooming fees were well worth it. Thankfully she absolutely loved going to the groomers. We had to keep the house a little cooler than we used to, or she would have suffered under the three coats of fur. Sometimes it was a struggle to force her into the house even in a snowstorm. She also loved pulling my daughter’s sled and would have pulled for miles if we let her. We still miss that little bear of a dog.
Sorry to hear about your experience. While stationed there I roomed with a couple of young ladies in the East Bottoms where the Hispanic community was strong enough to keep the criminal element out. The only drawback was the strong grain smells from the Purina Mills facility close by but on the plus side we were just a few blocks from the Chouteau Inn country bar for some dancing. Good talking to you, brought back a few good memories.
I arrived in ‘78 when Operation Strawman was still in full swing as well as the national crackdown on the Mob and it was still going on in ’81 when I was finally reassigned to N. Africa. With Civella in prison several factions of the Mob were fighting each other for control so fires and a car bomb or two in the Quay drove the public out and shut down businesses. I heard Super Q radio had to leave the area later and Johnny Rowland a casual acquaintance of mine later became a helicopter traffic reporter. I don’t know when it ended but later when I was on leave and in KC for a wedding several of us went to a country bar in Martin City that was owned by one of Civella’s former enforcers who had turned state’s evidence. He came by our table when he noticed we were all military and chatted us up. I think that was in ‘86. He was later murdered and Civella was already dead by then, but I guess retribution has no statute of limitations. I’m in my 70’s now so my memory is a little fuzzy on some things, but I think this is pretty correct. It’s rather amazing how many lives the Mob touched in the area because I also later learned that a friend’s hairstylist’s father who owned the New York bakery and Deli on Troost had to go to prison for holding onto stolen paintings for one of the Mob’s lieutenants. Shockingly I never moved to KCMO. The drama was just too stressful there./s
I never went there because all federal employees were under orders to stay away from the Strand at that time as the mob wars and the FBI crackdown on the Nick Civella family was going on in the River Quay and across KCMO and North KC. The Quay was a very popular area before that but quickly faded away due to the notoriety. Really saddened me because some of my favorite restaurants like Yesterday’s Girl and Victoria Street Station were down there. I received a verbal from my commander when it was discovered I had been dating a great niece of Nick Civella’s which came as a huge surprise to me because she hadn’t yet told me who her great uncle was. Thankfully, I only received an admonition, so it stayed off my service record. Needless to say, we broke up immediately. She was quite understanding.
This is why I invented the Cap Saver strap many years ago when I got tired of fishing my hat out of the water whenever a crosswind would blow it off my bald pate while out on the boat. It’s just a cord like the ones that keep your sunglasses around your neck but mine has clips on each end one attaching to the hat and the other to the neck of your shirt or blouse. They’re sold under many different names now in sporting goods stores. bait shops, gas stations and even Amazon. You can purchase one and contribute to my royalty check each year or honestly, you can just look at a picture of one and make it yourself. Easy Peasy with just a thick cord and a couple of alligator clips or something nicer.
You know, you’re right it is Burlesque. I convoluted the two names. They were such similar formats and of course there’s my aging mind. I’m not sure I should even call what I saw at the Folly Theater Burlesque since it was just a horrible shadow of what Burlesque used to be. Thanks for reminding me.
Gentlemen take their hats off when in homes, restaurants and such, always. I grew up in the 50’s & 60’s, so I know the rules. Too many young men were never taught those rules of etiquette so over the many years I have given as gifts to young men in my life a little book from Esquire Magazine called “The Rules”. I’ve received a lot of positive feedback from not only them but also their girlfriends and spouses as well. I don’t know if Esquire still updates it for these times but many of the often-humorous suggestions in it are classics that are timeless and in my humble opinion necessary to succeeding in life.