TGIF! Here’s your Quote of the Day…


There is an odd synchronicity in the way parallel lives veer to touch one another, change direction, and then come close again and again until they connect and hold for whatever it was that fate intended to happen. 

Ann Rule

October 2, 1975: On this day, American true crime author Ann Rule found out that her friend Ted Bundy had been arrested. Bundy eventually confessed to committing 30 homicides, and Rule wrote about her personal relationship with the serial killer in her book The Stranger Beside Me.

The unfortunate words of the past. Lost Words from Childhood. 

As I am a logophile, my Mother was kind enough to send me something all lovers of words will enjoy. This comes from a forward in an email and the author is credited within. 
Lost Words from our childhood 


Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really! The other day a not so elderly (65) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he

looked at her quizzically and said what the heck is a Jalopy? OMG (new

phrase!) he never heard of the word jalopy!! So they went to the computer and pulled up a picture from the movie “The Grapes of Wrath.” Now that was a Jalopy!


She knew she was old but not that old…


I hope you are Hunky dory after you read this and chuckle…



by Richard Lederer


About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included “Don’t touch that dial,” “Carbon copy,” “You sound like a broken record” and “Hung out to dry.” A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige:


Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba! We’d cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers lane. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!


Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.
Like Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! or This is a fine kettle of fish! we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards. Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinders monkey.
Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it. Think about the starving Armenians. Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston. The very idea! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go! Oh, my stars and garters! It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart’s deep core. But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river.


We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. We can have archaic and eat it, too.


See ya later, alligator!


Hope everyone is having a wonderful Sunday! Here’s your quote of the day…


You can’t lie to your soul. 

Irvine Welsh

Happy birthday, Irvine Welsh! Since 2014, the Scottish novelist has been the official ambassador of the Homeless World Cup, a football tournament made up of teams of homeless people from all over the world. The annual event advocates for a global solution to homelessness.


Happy Saturday! Here’s your quote of the day…


Read, read, read. That’s all I can say. 

Carolyn Keene

September 26, 1929: On this day, editor L.F. Reed expressed interest in a girl detective series, but rejected most of the suggested names for the lead (Stella Strong, Nell Cody, and Diana Dare). He preferred Nancy Drew.


Happy Thursday! Here’s your quote of the day…


Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love. 

Eleanor Catton

Happy birthday, Eleanor Catton! Her 2013 novel, The Luminaries, is the longest book ever to win the Man Booker Award, but that’s not the only record she holds. Catton is also the youngest author ever to take home the prize.


Happy Monday everyone! Here’s your quote of the day…


We all have our time machines, don’t we. Those that take us back are memories…And those that carry us forward, are dreams. 

H.G. Wells

English writer H.G. Wells (born September 21, 1866) first fell in love with books after an accident left him bedridden with a broken leg when he was eight. With nowhere to go and no one to play with, the boy became devoted to fictional worlds.


Happy Humpday! Here’s your quote of the day…


Censorship is to art as lynching is to justice. 

Henry Louis Gates Jr.

Happy birthday, Henry Louis Gates, Jr.! The American historian graduated from Yale University, summa cum laude, in 1973, but has since received 53 honorary degrees (and counting!) from other institutions around the world.


TGIF! Here’s your quote of the day…


The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can’t have one without the other. 

Andre Dubus III

Happy birthday, Andre Dubus III! The House of Sand and Fog novelist began writing fiction at the age of 22, but worked as a carpenter, bartender, office cleaner, and halfway house counselor to support himself.


Happy Thursday! Here’s your quote of the day…

  The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy. 

Djuna Barnes

September 10, 1967: On this day, American poet Djuna Barnes proudly told a friend she had become “the most famous unknown in the world.” She guarded her privacy by living in a tiny apartment in Greenwich Village and avoiding most public appearances.


We’re halfway through the week! Here’s your quote of the day…


We are not all born at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later… Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth. 
~Mary Austin

American nature writer Mary Austin (born September 9, 1868) has a mountain named after her. Mount Mary Austin is located in the Sierra Nevada and is home to the Sierra Nevada Bighorn Sheep.