... what a funny dream
I watched the tribute to "Sweet Baby James" Taylor on Ch 2 the other night. Two thousand of his friends and fellow folksie entertainers gathered at round tables to honor him. He remarked on "how fortunate he was to still be alive for the occasion." Later, as I was drifting off to sleep I recalled the late Ricky Nelson, son of Ozzie and Harriet Nelson (no relation to this author). He was the 1950's teen idol who wrote and sang "I Went To A Garden Party" ...
And then .. and then .. I arrived .. at ANOTHER fabulous party. The room was again filled with tables and seated around them so many familiar faces! Right off I recognized W.C. Fields and his "little chickadee," Mae West, sitting cheek by jowl. Someone said "Goodness Mae! Where did you get those pearls?" and she purred that "Goodness had nothing to do with it." Charlie McCarthy was chatting everyone up until his monocle fell into his soup. Edgar Bergen didn't come but George and Gracie did a familiar routine while Charles Chaplin chewed on his shoe and made his potatoes dance.
T.S.Eliot, e.e. cummings, Dylan Thomas, Sylvia Plath and Emily Dickenson huddled together. None spoke.
All of the popes pontificated and argued over which of them had been most infallible.
Martha thought it was a "Good thing" she came early and found a spot with Cher, Liberace, and Charro who kept saying "Hoochie coochie"and Areeeeeba, areeeeeba" and was still cute!
Marilyn Monroe was cuddled up to Albert Einstein and running her fingers through his surprised hair while he explained his theory to her, again. She was wearing the same dress she wore when she sang "Happy birrrrrrthday Mister President" ... and nobody complained.
Abe Lincoln sat with Ghandi, Martin Luther King and Barack Obama. I overheard Abe say "The way to destroy your enemy is to make him your friend." Barack Obama was taking copious notes.
I had a marvelous time and every word of this is true .. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
January 5, 2007