tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867112187125913607.post5034727149784404677..comments2023-11-03T02:47:54.900-05:00Comments on The Cumberland Post: Ernest Tubb: The Nashville Shooting IncidentDapper Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01230099347154360809noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867112187125913607.post-31058312550696122002019-07-29T23:10:57.664-05:002019-07-29T23:10:57.664-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Republocranthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09879578524373892606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867112187125913607.post-38072821905682352232012-11-17T13:45:50.530-06:002012-11-17T13:45:50.530-06:00Hell, after reading this I want to shoot Denny!
G...Hell, after reading this I want to shoot Denny!<br /><br />Great blog post, BTW. The Groovy Gringahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12380943921304981028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867112187125913607.post-41158491748043106802011-03-08T14:33:30.750-06:002011-03-08T14:33:30.750-06:00...Dr. Sanity, that I really like. But, she's ...<i>...Dr. Sanity, that I really like. But, she's a practicing psychiatrist and her posts (almost all are political) are usually very long.</i><br /><br />I used to read her when I began reading blogs six or seven years ago... she was one of the first bloggers I discovered. But I quit her, mainly because I cut my right-wing echo chamber reads down to the barest of minimums. One can only read the same shit just so many times. YMMV, obviously! <b>;-)</b><br /><br />None the less... I hear ya about post length. I think this post was just right. Sometimes you NEED the length and detail, other times it's just fluff a good editor would leave on the cutting room floor. This post is a case of the former, IMHO.<br /><br />I was a technical writer who evolved (heh) into a technical writer/editor/proposal manager in a previous life. I had the great good fortune to work for one of the best editors in the business when I started out and that woman beat verbosity right out o' me. The process was painful at first, but I eventually "got it." I did that gig for nearly ten years, until The Second Mrs. Pennington told me to get another job or another wife because of the travel that was in it. So I got another job. <b>;-)</b>Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867112187125913607.post-62307724167410190522011-03-07T11:38:42.318-06:002011-03-07T11:38:42.318-06:00Buck, this post took over a week and is probably f...Buck, this post took over a week and is probably far too long for a blog post. I enjoyed doing it but I think I need to remember to put the brakes on earlier and to sharpen the focus. When I read blog posts, if they're too long, I usually don't finish. There's a blog I go to frequently, Dr. Sanity, that I really like. But, she's a practicing psychiatrist and her posts (almost all are political) are usually very long. Sometimes I make it to the end, other times I don't. I read somewhere that the Net is changing the way people read, that they want shorter snippets now, not longer treatises, etc. Anyway, I'm glad you got something out of it. And thanks for the comment.<br /><br />Andy, What a great story from your father-in-law, K.D. I liked the fact that ET and his boys carried their own gloves around in the trunk. I remember guys doing that back when baseball was the National Pastime. I for one miss the time when it was THE sport. And, I know for a fact that pitching a baseball around is therapeutic, not to mention being great fun; it allows for a conversation at the same time as you're doing something physical. It's a good way for fathers and sons, for example, to connect.Dapper Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01230099347154360809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867112187125913607.post-58678011608601644412011-03-07T08:01:09.166-06:002011-03-07T08:01:09.166-06:00Dan, that's interesting...never knew that abou...Dan, that's interesting...never knew that about ET. Of course, there are a lot of things I don't know.<br /><br />My Father-in-law grew up in the small community of Cecil, Arkansas...just outside the small town of Ozark. One day when he was a young teenager, he and several boys were playing some sandlot baseball.<br /><br />A big, fancy, black car pulled up. The window rolled down, and somebody yelled, "Can we play ball with you boys?" <br /><br />The doors opened, and out stepped ET himself, along with three or four others. They had ball gloves in the trunk, too. They played for about half an hour, and told the boys thanks, and went on their merry way.<br /><br />K.D. loved to tell that story, God rest his soul...Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10945901944078164054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867112187125913607.post-23399528945782734412011-03-06T15:37:04.521-06:002011-03-06T15:37:04.521-06:00That's the way it was. And that's the kind...<i>That's the way it was. And that's the kind of man Denny was.</i><br /><br />Well, Hell. THAT'S reason enough, innit? I'm surprised the man wasn't shot outright earlier. Good Ol' Boys, despite the best of upbringings, don't take kindly to disrespect in any way, shape, or form... from ANYONE.<br /><br />That said, thanks for this, Dan. I'm waaay too old to take up a new, research-intensive, avocation (rock'n'roll history and trivia being a time-consuming endeavor) but I'll take whatever nuggets you may have to offer. This is great good stuff and I thank ya for it.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.com