"It's a shame that unemployment came at at time when so many people were out of work"

The title of today's entry comes from a line from one Vaughn Meader. Back in the 60s, this guy was the first presidential impersonator. His dead-on JFK impersonation made him rich and famous overnight. Unfortunately, after Dallas his career went to the dogs. Lenny Bruce's opening remark in his stand-up routine a week after November 22nd was "Man, Vaughn Meader is screwed." Mr. Meader soon became hooked on heroin and various substances, but turned his life around and became a popular folk singer in his native Maine.

(Look him up on YouTube, funny as hell. I will warn you, though, you will need a decent grounding in U.S. foreign policy in the early 1960s to get some of his best routines)

I did my patriotic duty yesterday and voted. I will try to avoid politics as much as possible on this blog so I will just leave it at "I voted." This is a journalism blog, not Politico.

No news on the job front. Thursday, I will probably be going to Wal-Mart to seek a seasonal job, because nothing says, "I'm a masochist" more than working retail around Christmas. Well, maybe whips and chains too, but I don't want to work at that store.

I'd also like to congratulated the relocated New York Giants on their first World Series title since going out west. I also think Brian Wilson should host Saturday Night Live in the coming months; the guy is just kooky enough to be the next great baseball personality. Could he be this generation's Yogi Berra? Only time will tell. In the meantime, Brian needs to rage.

Speaking of the New York Giants, I had a dream last night that I was watching a game at the Polo Grounds for some damn reason. I remember there was a place called the "Ebbets Field Bar" (sacrilege, I know) inside the place like a modern stadium, but the rest of the joint was just as beautiful as I imagine a dream of a baseball park that was torn down 25 years before I was born can be.

PS: Here is a picture of the Polo Grounds

PPS: Here is a picture in color from inside the Polo Grounds in 1950:

(I have no claim on the two above images, I'm just sharing them so people can step inside my dream world. Don't sue me.)


Nostalgia is weird sometimes.

-Justin