Grandma Ella Ree Manning: A Legacy of Love and Lessons

My granny and grandfather with my dad

Grandma Ella Ree Bunch Manning—Granny to all of us—would be 104 today. Born on February 21, 1921, she was a remarkable woman whose legacy still resonates with our family. She married my grandfather Obdean in her teens and was stunningly beautiful, the kind of beauty that could have graced magazines had her life taken a different path. But Granny was dedicated to family, her life revolving around Alabama and Mississippi. I don't think she ever travelled further than Florida, Louisiana, Missouri or Tennessee.

Aunt Joan often shared stories of Granny's dedication long before she had children of her own. She took care of her brother Harry's twins, Ermon and Thurmon Bunch, who would later be part of the musical group The Plainsmen. Elvis Presley was a fan of the twins and later became a personal friend. Granny would walk the twins to school, carrying them when necessary because they lacked proper shoes to navigate the sandspur-lined dirt roads. All the while, her sister, Aunt Velma would trail behind, lost in her own world. Granny was the glue that held our family together for a long time, even after the death of my grandfather a day before my first birthday. She never remarried or even dated. As a kid, I watched my Uncle Mike, Uncle Gene, Aunt Joan and eventually my parents go through divorces, causing the family to fragment. But through it all, Granny remained our rock.

Granny was a phenomenal cook, specializing in Southern cuisine, and she could fry anything to perfection. She also sewed beautiful quilts for all her grandkids. I still wish I had mine, but it was lost when we were evicted from one of our houses. Granny was a master at a sewing machine and I feel like everything in her closet, except her winter coats and night gowns, may have been her own creations. She was a heavy smoker, going through about a carton a week. Granny never had cable TV—just an antenna on the side of her house that picked up three network channels and a few independents. Every morning, she would rise early, cook breakfast, and make coffee for the adults. She'd be in bed by 6:30 or 7:00 p.m., always watching the local news on WKRG Channel 5 before turning in.

Granny loved doing word searches, crossword puzzles, and variety puzzle books. She was a product of her time, a bit racist by today's standards, but it was a different world when she was growing up. She would often use the generalization of people that weren't like us as a means to keep us in line, or at least away from the wooded areas where they were lurking and waiting to kidnap us. Despite this, she cared deeply for all of her grandkids and even some great-grandkids. My cousin Crystal was especially close to her. Uncle Mike used to joke that Crystal was six but a year away from turning seventy because her best friend was Granny.

Granny slept with a gun next to her pillow and made sure all doors were locked from the inside. She was deaf in one ear, so if you got locked out after she went to bed, you were in for a tough night, or at least until my Uncle Mike or one of the other adults who seemed to always live in her house would arrive home. Once, when Granny visited us in Florida, I found myself locked out while she took a nap, oblivious to my knocking and ringing the doorbell.

While she wasn't particularly religious, she had a large Bible in her living room. She might look at it occasionally, but she never forced any of us to pray, a trait I appreciated. Granny was not a lady who cared much about looks but she did take care of herself. I remember her putting curlers in her hair and sitting under a pastel-colored tabletop hair dryer, painting her nails, doing puzzle books or reading library books my dad would check out for her.

Granny was a disciplinarian, instilling a healthy dose of respect in us with her preferred method of punishment—the switch. She would send us out to the yard to pick our own switch, ensuring we learned to choose wisely if we picked one that was too small or unwieldy. As we grew older, Granny kept a random stick in the house as a reminder for the great-grandkids. She didn't intend to use it, but our stories of the switch were enough to keep the younger ones in line. They learned from our experiences and knew Granny meant business.

Granny also had a deep love for animals and insisted we respect them. I remember the time I shot a squirrel with my BB gun. Instead of scolding me, Granny turned it into a lesson. She taught me to skin it and she then cooked the squirrel, showing me the importance of respecting life and the consequences of my actions. It tasted surprisingly like her delicious fried chicken, but the experience was enough to teach me a valuable lesson I'd never forget, I haven't eaten squirrel since.

While she had a sister, Velma, they were never close and didn't have much to do with each other unless Velma showed up for a visit. Granny would immediately instruct all of us kids to watch her and anyone she came with to make sure they didn’t take any of her belongings while she was distracted. That side of our family was wild, and I have many stories to share about them as well as my own immediate relations in the future.

Ella Ree Bunch Manning

Every Christmas, Granny could expect gifts like house slippers, kitchen items, or something to read, and she was always grateful for everything she received. The last time I saw Granny, my friend Ry (known as Stig to some of you) and I visited her at her house on Repoll Drive, on our way to the fair in Mobile. Granny didn't seem too impressed with Ry, but much like the time I invited my friend Costa to visit while I was living with her, she was the perfect hostess. She fried up some pork chops, mashed potatoes with gravy, and biscuits. Despite our intention to save room for fair food, we couldn't resist her cooking and enjoyed the meal and our visit with Granny.

Granny passed away in May 2002 after battling lung cancer, but even in her final days, she tried to sneak to the hospital roof to smoke. She was a resilient and stubborn woman, and we all loved her deeply.

Happy Heavenly Birthday, Granny Ella Ree Bunch Manning. Your legacy lives on in all of us.

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Uncovering History: My Thoughts on Prince Harry's "Spare"

There's something profoundly captivating about reading the memoirs of someone who has lived through history—especially when that someone is a member of the British royal family. I am thrilled to finally share my thoughts on Prince Harry's book, "Spare," which I had the pleasure of reading a couple of weeks before its official hardcover release. Now available in paperback, this memoir offers an intimate glimpse into the compelling life of Prince Harry compelling.

From the moment I opened "Spare," I was drawn into Prince Harry's world. While I knew that his parents were the late Princess Diana and Prince, now King, Charles, reading his memoir helped me connect the dots and realize that his family members are the same historical figures I read about in history books as a child. This realization added a layer of depth to the narrative, making it feel like I was uncovering hidden chapters of history through Harry's eyes.

The book is incredibly well-written, offering a candid and heartfelt look at Harry's experiences growing up in the royal family, the challenges he faced, and the choices he made. Although it is a bit long, the richness of detail and the honesty with which Harry shares his story kept me engaged from start to finish. His vulnerability and openness about his struggles, his relationships, and his journey towards finding his own path are truly inspiring.

One of the aspects I loved most about "Spare" is how it humanizes the members of the royal family. Despite their public personas, Harry's memoir reveals their humanity, their flaws, and their triumphs. It was fascinating to read about the personal dynamics and historical events from Harry's perspective, providing a fresh and unique insight into the royal family.

If you haven't had the chance to read "Spare" yet, I highly recommend picking up a copy now that it's available in paperback. It's a book that not only offers a personal look into Prince Harry's life but also bridges the gap between historical figures and the real people behind them.

I hope you find my review of "Spare" helpful and inspiring. If you've read the book, I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences—please leave a comment below. Your feedback helps build our wonderful reading community.

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Revamped Tex-Mex Chicken & Rice Bake: From Bland to Flavorful Delight

While rummaging through my mama's treasure trove of recipes, I stumbled upon a card for Campbell's One Pan Chicken and Rice Casserole. Intrigued by its simplicity and the fact that I had all the ingredients on hand, I decided to give it a whirl. Mama must have saved it because she tried it and found it worth keeping.

After the casserole came out of the oven and cooled a bit, I gave it a taste. To my dismay, it was bland and unexciting. I doubt my mama ever made this, no fail, failure of a recipe. My Plan B was to order Chinese food for the night, which turned out to be the right call.

Now, I'm not one to throw away food unless it's truly inedible. I figured I could add some salt, freeze portions, and save it for times that I sick and needed something bland and easy on the stomach. However, I decided to take it a step further and transform this failed casserole into something delicious. I was pleasantly surprised by how simple it was to elevate this dish into a new favorite, and even Terry loved it. So today, I want to share my revamped recipe with you.

Tex-Mex Chicken and Rice Bake with Sour Cream

Ingredients:

• 1 can (10.5 ounces) Condensed Cream of Mushroom Soup (or 98% Fat-Free, or Unsalted Cream of Mushroom Soup)

• 1 cup water (for creamier rice, increase to 1 1/3 cups)

• 3/4 cup uncooked long grain white rice

• 1 1/4 pounds boneless, skinless chicken breast (4 small or 2 large cut in half lengthwise for thinner pieces)

• 1/4 teaspoon paprika

• 1 can (15 oz) black beans, drained and rinsed

• 1 can (15 oz) corn, drained

• 1 can (10 oz) diced tomatoes with green chilies (like Rotel)

• 1/2 cup salsa

• 1/2 cup sour cream

• 1 cup shredded cheese (cheddar, Monterey Jack, or a blend)

• 1 teaspoon chili powder

• 1 teaspoon cumin

• 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

• 1/2 teaspoon onion powder

• 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional, for heat)

Instructions:

1. Preheat your oven to 375°F (190°C).

2. In a large mixing bowl, combine the Cream of Mushroom Soup, water, uncooked rice, black beans, corn, diced tomatoes with green chilies, salsa, chili powder, cumin, garlic powder, onion powder, and paprika. Mix well.

3. Spread the mixture evenly in a 9x13-inch baking dish.

4. Place the chicken breasts on top of the rice mixture. Sprinkle with additional paprika if desired.

5. Cover the baking dish with foil and bake for 45 minutes.

6. Remove the foil, top with shredded cheese, and return to the oven for an additional 10-15 minutes, or until the chicken is cooked through and the cheese is melted and bubbly.

7. Once out of the oven, let the casserole cool for a few minutes before topping with sour cream.

8. Serve warm and enjoy!

I hope you find this revamped recipe as delightful as I did. It's a great way to turn a failed dish into something new and tasty. If you try it out, I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences—please leave a comment below. Your feedback helps build our wonderful cooking community.

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I'm 49 years old today: The Sweetness of Memories: Coconut Cakes and Birthdays

Today, on my 49th birthday, I find myself reflecting on the memories that have shaped my life. While I don't usually receive many gifts, your comments and shared stories would mean the world to me and add joy to this special day.

As a child, my birthdays were a time of great anticipation—not for the presents, which were usually modest compared to Christmas, but for Mama's cakes. Baking was her passion, and while the house often smelled of her favorite pecan or walnut treats during holidays, my birthday cake was something special.

Growing up, I was accustomed to Mama's delightful yellow and chocolate cakes. Occasionally, we'd have carrot cake, and in the mid-1980s, Mama began experimenting with an applesauce spice cake that had a delicious glaze-like icing. She would bake it weekly to keep on the counter for us to snack on. However, my sister and I stopped eating it after what we humorously called "the time Mama tried to kill Granny." Long story short, Granny was visiting us and had a piece of Mama's spice cake. Within minutes, Daddy was driving her to the hospital. Though the cake had nothing to do with it, we couldn't get over the incident. Despite that, Mama's cakes were generally unforgettable.

Mama had an uncanny ability to remember and cherish the little things we liked, and this was especially true for my birthday cakes. Around 1979 or 1980, when we lived in the little yellow house on Easter Lane in Mobile, Alabama, Mama baked a coconut cake for our Easter gathering at Granny's house. Easter celebrations were a feast, with Dad and my uncles manning the grill, rocking out chicken, burgers, steak and whatever else they brought from the grocery store, or hunting trips. Granny and Aunt Joan preparing side dishes, like fried okra, fried squash and onions, purple hulled peas, lima beans, cornbread and all of their specialities. A then there was my Mama contributing desserts and her famous deviled eggs, potato salad, rich with onions, hardboiled eggs, mustard, and bell peppers.

But it was that coconut cake that stole the show for me. My four-year-old self boldly declared it the best cake I'd ever had, a proclamation that Mama took to heart. From that year forward, my birthday cake was always a coconut cake. For the first few years, it was great but later on, I never had the heart to tell her I might have enjoyed a bit of variety; her love and care baked into each cake made every birthday special.

As I grew older, I realized Mama had a baker's talent that could have rivaled any professional. Her cakes, pies, and confections were family treasures. Recently, my sister sent me a trove of Mama's recipes—handwritten index cards and printed sheets that spanned decades, some even from her high school home economics class. Flipping through a recent Magnolia magazine by Joanna Gaines, I was surprised and delighted to find Mama's peanut butter cookie recipe featured on a page, a testament to her enduring culinary legacy. I had no idea Mama knew Joanna Gaines but apparently she did.

Today, on my 49th birthday, I can't help but reflect on those coconut cakes and the love they represented. While I've yet to find Mama's exact recipe, I've come close with the Duncan Hines Dolly Parton Coconut Cake Mix. I suspect Mama's version might have come from the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, the one with the red plaid cover, eventually I will get around to finding out. I know her Thanksgiving and Christmas dressing is pretty close to what's in that book, as well as her lasagne.

I never imagined reaching 50—thought I'd check out in my late 20s—but here I am, still rocking along. As I celebrate today, memories of Mama's coconut cakes bring warmth and sweetness to my heart.

Thank you for letting me share this cherished memory with you. If it inspired a touch of nostalgia or a bit of joy, that's gift enough for me. 🎂💖

Psychic's Crystal Ball Sparks Unforeseen Blaze

In a twist of fate that no one saw coming, English psychic Kim Yeates, known for her ability to foresee the future for others, was caught off guard by an unexpected disaster in her own life. The 45-year-old from Somerset had stepped out of her apartment to visit friends, only to return and find her home had been engulfed by a devastating fire.

Investigators discovered that the fire originated from a 3-inch crystal ball, a tool Kim used for her psychic readings. The crystal ball had been placed on a windowsill, where the sun's rays were reflected through the sphere onto the back of Ms. Yeates' television. This intense focus of light caused the TV to overheat and explode, setting fire to her couch and quickly spreading to the rest of the apartment.

Kim had left the crystal ball in the window because she enjoyed how the sunlight refracted through it, creating beautiful patterns of light. Little did she know, this aesthetic choice would lead to such catastrophic consequences. The fire ravaged everything she owned, and to make matters worse, Kim did not have insurance to cover the replacement of her possessions.

Firefighters who responded to the scene were baffled, stating that they had never encountered a fire started by a crystal ball before. The unique circumstances of the blaze have now become a cautionary tale for others.

"I used to love looking at the crystal ball and watching the sunlight come through it," Kim lamented. "But I wish I had never gotten it now!"

Since the incident, Kim has been trying to rebuild her life, using her psychic abilities to guide others while reflecting on the irony of her own predicament. The tragic event has also raised awareness about the potential dangers of leaving reflective objects in direct sunlight, serving as a stark reminder that even the most seemingly innocent items can have unforeseen consequences.

If you find stories like these intriguing, any thoughts or contributions related to the mystique of psychic tools would be greatly appreciated. Your little touches of magic might just inspire future tales.

The Great Columbia House Scam of My Youth

Long before Napster reared its ugly head and opened the floodgates to music-sharing sites, before iTunes, and before the Feds, RIAA, MPAA, FBI, CIA, or any other acronym-heavy organizations started nosing around our computers, we had Columbia House and BMG music clubs to "devalue" the music industry. When I say "devalue," I mean it in a humorous way, not an offensive one. I believe these companies must have made legitimate profits; otherwise, they wouldn't have lasted as long as they did. Over the years, I came to realize the true value of media but back in the day, free stuff clouded my mind.

I was a creative and somewhat deprived child. My mom's idea of getting that hot new tape all the other kids were listening to was taping it off the radio, which entailed holding an old cassette tape recorder up to a radio speaker—or better yet, the TV and recording it onto a cheap Certron, Laser or of I was lucky Memorex or Sony branded tape. My copy of the "The Sound of Music" soundtrack was one of a kind. Just under Julie Andrews singing "My Favorite Things," you could hear my dad in the background proclaiming, "The Sound of Music is the BEST movie ever made!" and my mom screaming from another room, "Turn that shit down!!!" My bootlegged "Like a Virgin" tape wasn't much better, thanks to Mom's voice chiming in with "Tell that whore to shut up and dress herself up!" during "Dress You Up." Not exactly playlist-worthy recordings.

So, back to devaluing the music industry pre-internet. How did Columbia House or BMG ever make money? Picture it: you're flipping through Seventeen magazine, and out pops a postcard reading, "12 Tapes for a Penny." IN-TER-EST-ING! How many more issues of Seventeen are in the house? Four to six weeks later, four boxes arrive in the mail addressed to variants of my name. Forty-eight tapes, all for free! No more smokers' cough and banging on my door followed by a voice telling me to turn that shit down. Four weeks later, four different bills arrive. Bills? For free tapes? Must be a mistake. We'll just file that under "86." Bill, bill, bill, garbage, garbage, garbage.

Eight weeks later, the novelty of my 48 tapes had long since worn off. Need more tapes...Damn, I can only find two order cards. Six weeks later, 24 more tapes arrive in the mail. Four weeks later, six bills arrive addressed to my clones. My mom asks, "What are all these bills coming to you for?" My reply: "Dunno!" Then came the final notices, times six. Shortly after, a collection agency called North Shore started sending bills and demands for payment. What ever will I do? I know—I’ll fix it so no one will ever find out. Change of address...Family moved to New Hampshire. No one lives there, so who would ever tell?

My parents never caught onto my early life as a mail fraudster, nor do I think they understood why their mail seemed to have been redirected and lost for over six months when the forward request expired. Those were the days when getting music was an adventure, and each tape came with its own little drama. When I shared this story with a friend, he one-upped me with his own Columbia House/BMG Music Club tale, which I’ll be sharing in the future with his permission. Looking back, it’s amazing how a penny could buy so much...chaos and creativity. And speaking of pennies, thoughtful comments or whatever from my readers are always appreciated!

Saturday GLOWcase: Godiva’s Glittering GLOW Journey: A Peek into Dawn Maestas’ Life

For fans of GLOW, Godiva needs no introduction. This unforgettable character, hailing from Coventry, England, captivated audiences as she rode into the ring on horseback. With her long blonde hair and fearless barefoot wrestling, Godiva, played by Dawn Maestas during seasons 3-4, exuded confidence and a touch of arrogance that perfectly captured the British flair.

As I've stated in the past, I became a fan of GLOW towards the end of the second season. When season 3 began to air, I caught the first episode and was completely awestruck by some of the newer characters added to the show. One in particular was a character from Coventry, England, who was led to the ring on a horse by a new character that looked like a sister of Chainsaw and Spike named Beastie. Godiva was beautiful, had long blond hair, and was one of a few GLOW wrestlers who wrestled barefoot, something that not many wrestlers are comfortable doing considering there would be no protection from foot or ankle injuries. I truly believed Godiva was from England and also believed her attitude and arrogance reflected upon the British people I'd known up to that point in my life as they had seemed very much like her. While she was not one of the characters that I connected with, I very much loved her ring persona as well as her signature moves like the Buckingham Bounce which she would occasionally use to cheat a little bit in her matches, though to hear Dawn's kayfabe recollection, she never cheated. lol.

My friend Manny with Godiva during the tour of GLOW

Before her days on GLOW, Dawn graduated from UNLV with a BFA in sculpture. Out of nowhere, her old friend Ann LeBree (who played the good girl Debbie Debutante during seasons 1 and 2) managed to track her down in the pre-internet era and offered her a chance to audition for a quirky TV show. Ann, who was slated to continue the role of Debbie Debutante in the third season but left before taping, thought Dawn would be perfect for the show. At the time, Dawn was waitressing in LA. Eager for a new adventure, she packed up her truck and headed back to Vegas. I would have LOVED to have seen the two childhood friends wrestle each other in singles matches. Their friendship would have made a great storyline, with the two having a rivalry turned friendship in the ring. It could have even tempted Godiva to turn face from heel to babyface during a match, perhaps in a tag-team scenario like Vicky Victory and Debbie Debutante vs. Beastie and Godiva. At least, that's how it would play out in my head.

Dawn didn’t even have to audition for GLOW. She met Matt Cimber and Jackie Stallone at La Scala, who hired her on the spot. Assigned the character Godiva, Dawn poured her heart into research and perfected a British accent. Her commute from Hollywood to Vegas became an opportunity to study dialect tapes and truly embody Godiva’s regal persona. She even convinced the show to let her ride an Arabian horse named General in several Las Vegas performances.

A recent pic of Dawn as Godiva. She's still got it!!!

Godiva’s presence in the ring was magnetic. Memorable moments included her dramatic showdown with Cheyenne Cher for the GLOW crown, where she initially lost her cool but eventually backed down to avoid suspension. Beyond the ring, Godiva hosted an advice show, dealt with prank calls from a pervert (voiced by Matt Cimber himself), and became one of the spokeswomen for Faberge Organics with the catchphrase, “The most important part of my wardrobe are Faberge Organics.” Inspired by Lady Godiva, she wore a peach-colored bodysuit adorned with flowers that gave her the appearance that she was nude under the flowers. She even appeared on Family Feud, where the GLOW cast faced off against WCW.

As GLOW’s final season approached, Dawn and Matt Cimber butted heads. Dawn says she got fired, but Matt says she quit. Either way, they both admit her outspoken nature caused some friction. Despite that, they patched things up later and even worked on another project together. Now, they’re close friends.

After GLOW, Dawn spent some time in Vegas before moving to California. The transition wasn’t easy, especially after going through a divorce and life as a single mom. Dawn, a third-degree black belt, has taught self-defense classes to women. She is an outreach pastor and artist and, unlike her beautiful yet cocky GLOW character, she's an absolute sweetheart. She hopes her legacy will be one of love, service, and joy despite life's challenges.

Dawn & General led to the ring by Beastie

Over the years, Dawn has also become a passionate advocate for animals in need. She works closely with an animal shelter in Orange County and has even recruited her former GLOW rival, Roxy Astor, to join the cause. Additionally, Dawn has developed a close friendship with Little Egypt, who appeared in 21 matches in the previous season of GLOW before Godiva made her debut.

I had the chance to meet Dawn and her son on the Queen Mary during a party in 2016. That night, I not only got to meet Dawn but was also treated to her in-ring persona of long ago—the bad girl Godiva. It was an unforgettable experience to see her bring that character to life once more, if only just for a few moments at a party. Dawn is one of two GLOW girls that I’ve met but never had the chance to get her autograph on any of my items or a photo. However, I do have an awesome selfie with her taken the night we met.

Dawn and I on the Queen Mary 2016

As we celebrate these incredible memories, I invite you to share your own stories and experiences of GLOW. Whether you met any of the wrestlers in person, watched their mesmerizing performances, or were inspired by their strength and charisma, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to leave comments and share your memories of GLOW. Let's honor these incredible women, crew, and fans together! If you feel inspired to support our efforts in keeping the spirit of GLOW alive, your contributions in any form are greatly appreciated. Every little bit helps me continue sharing these stories and celebrating the legacy of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Thank you for being a part of this wonderful community!

Valentine's Day Memory: Experiencing "The NEW Evita" Matinee at the Fox Theatre February 14, 1999

The original Broadway production of "Evita" debuted 20 years earlier, directed by the legendary Hal Prince. The musical, with lyrics by Tim Rice and music by Andrew Lloyd Webber, celebrates the life of Argentina's iconic Eva Perón. The first three U.S. touring companies brought this spectacular show to audiences across the country, and in 1999, a new production billed as "The NEW Evita" was making waves.

I told Terry I was heading out to shop for his Valentine's Day gift, but little did he know, I already had a ticket for the matinee show and couldn't get him one. He was supposed to be visiting his mom out of town, but his plans got canceled. After the show, I hopped on the MARTA train to Perimeter Mall to buy Terry some cologne and didn't tell him until many years later that I saw "Evita" that day.

I was super excited to see the show because I had seen Natalie Toro, who played Evita, in "CATS" as Grizabella and absolutely loved her voice. To my surprise, Natalie Toro wasn't scheduled for this performance, but Ana Maria Andricain, the alternate Evita, was amazing. Raymond Jaramillo McLeod somehow made Juan Perón kind of sexy—something I never thought I'd say! The role of Perón's mistress was played by a young lady named Angela Covington, who was only 16 at the time. Her rendition of "Another Suitcase in Another Hall" was the best I've ever heard. The fact that Angela was so young added a sleazy vibe to the role of Juan Perón.

Ana Maria Andricain as Evita

As much as everyone was there to see "EVITA" and whoever was playing the iconic role created by Julie Covington on record, Elaine Paige in London, and Patti LuPone on Broadway, the real star of this production was a relatively unknown actor playing Che named Raúl Esparza. His performance was incredible and truly moved the plot along.

The production was based on the original Hal Prince production as seen on Broadway and the first three U.S. touring companies. It was billed as faithfully directed and choreographed by the original Broadway choreographer, Larry Fuller.

This production of "Evita" opened almost 20 years to the day after its American debut at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. This tour was supposed to open on Broadway after the tour ended, but it never made it, and the production was canceled despite the touring production's tickets selling well.

Some reviews mentioned that the production's set seemed dated. However, I loved it because I knew it was the closest to the original Broadway production and the original tours, which I was too young to have seen. It gave me a chance to see what the spectacle might have been like. Perhaps the reviews a bout the set contributed to the fact it didn't make it to Broadway.

The reorchestrated score didn't sound like the original Broadway cast album and sounded a bit more like the original Spanish cast recording, which I've owned since the mid-1990s and have loved. Though the show's ads were built around its star Natalie Toro, Ana Maria Andricain delivered a dynamic, dramatic, and heart-wrenching performance. You completely forgot that she was not the main performer in the role of Evita. If you have read any of my thoughts on seeing "The Phantom of the Opera," you will know that I love to see the understudies and alternates. As much as I would have loved to see Natalie, Ana was an absolute jewel. If it hadn't been the last performance before moving to the next city, I would have bought tickets to see Natalie in the role.

With all the positive things I can say about this production, the only thing that bothered me was the way certain words were pronounced in an attempt to give it a more authentic Latin feel. "Don't Cry For Me Argentina" is such an iconic number, and hearing the word "Argentina" pronounced ahr-hen-TEE-nah was off-putting. Something I found interesting at the show's merchandise stand was that they had typical show merchandise featuring the show logo and programs. However, instead of selling the original Broadway cast recording, they were selling the original concept album from 1976 featuring Julie Covington and Colm Wilkinson. This seemed odd to me since the show had changed quite a bit by the time it made it to the stage in 1978 and most definitely by the time the original Broadway production opened. I'm assuming that choice may have been due to the fact that Lloyd Webber was still feeling the burn from Patti LuPone's settlement after he fired her from Sunset Blvd.

If I could turn back time and take this cast with me, I would have loved to see them alternating alongside the original Broadway cast. After the show ended, I hightailed it to Perimeter Mall on the MARTA train and bought some cologne from a kiosk before heading back home to give it to Terry. As I said, I didn't tell him until years later, and he was still not happy that I saw it without him. His only exposure to "Evita" has been the movie with Madonna, and he's still holding a grudge!

I hope you enjoyed reading about my Valentine's Day memory of seeing "Evita" at the Fox Theatre. Do you have any memorable theatre experiences or personal stories you'd like to share? I'd love to hear about them in the comments. If you enjoyed this post and would like to support my storytelling journey, any small token of appreciation is always welcome. Let's keep the joy of theatre and storytelling alive together!

Embracing the Magic of "Charlotte's Web" by E.B. White

Ah, "Charlotte's Web"—a book that holds a special place in my heart. It's one of those timeless classics that has touched so many lives, including mine. I still remember my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Priscilla Herring, reading it to our class over the course of a week. Each day, I eagerly anticipated the next chapter, falling more and more in love with the characters.

For those who haven't had the pleasure, "Charlotte's Web" is the heartwarming story of a pig named Wilbur and his extraordinary friendship with a clever spider named Charlotte. E.B. White weaves a tale of friendship, loyalty, and the circle of life in a way that is both enchanting and deeply moving.

I became so attached to Wilbur, Charlotte, and the rest of the barnyard crew. By the time we reached the end of the book, I was unconsolable. I cried for hours, even after I got home from school. My mom had to call Mrs. Herring at home to ask her to please not read any more books about animals dying to me because I love all animals—including snakes and rats. I've even found Black Widow spiders in my garage that, even though I don't have reactions to their venom, I relocate because I don't want them to bite anyone in my house, but I also don't want the spider to die. That's how much this book impacted my love for all creatures.

E.B. White is a masterful storyteller, known not just for "Charlotte's Web," but also for other beloved classics like "Stuart Little" and "The Trumpet of the Swan." His ability to create such vivid, memorable characters and imbue his stories with profound life lessons is truly remarkable.

Over the years, "Charlotte's Web" has seen numerous special editions, including beautifully illustrated versions and anniversary editions that make lovely additions to any collection. The story has also been adapted into several movies, including the charming 1973 animated film and the more recent 2006 live-action/animated hybrid featuring the voices of Julia Roberts and Dakota Fanning. Each adaptation brings its own unique touch to this beloved story.

"Charlotte's Web" has left an indelible mark on me, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences with this book. Please feel free to share your memories and reflections in the comments below. And hey, if you have a special edition that you're willing to part with, I'd be thrilled to give it a new home. Your support and comments mean the world to me.

Thank you for joining me on this nostalgic journey. Let's keep the love for timeless stories like "Charlotte's Web" alive!

Show and Tell: My Beloved Tupperware Impressions Tumblers

For almost 20 years now, my Tupperware Impressions Tumblers have been a trusty part of my daily life. Three sets strong, and they’re still holding up like champions. These tumblers aren't just durable—they're practically indestructible!

My Love Story with Tupperware

I’ve loved Tupperware since I was really little. Some of my earliest memories involve Tupperware when Aunt Beverly's mama Eleanor or her sister was a representative. I was even given a few Tupperware toys back then! My sister still has my mom's classic Tupperware Tumbler set in the original vintage pastel colors from the 1970's.

I first got my hands on these Impressions Tumblers nearly two decades ago when I was a Tupperware rep. They’ve been a part of my life ever since. Although I'm not a rep anymore, my loyalty to the brand remains strong, and I absolutely adore my Tupperware lady, Aunt Barbara. Whether I'm indoors or out and about, these colorful tumblers, with their Drip-Less Straw Seals, have made serving drinks a breeze. They reduce waste, help me stay hydrated, and let’s be honest—they look pretty stylish too!

What Makes Them Great?

Tupperware really outdid themselves with these beauties. Each set includes four 16-oz tumblers with matching seals. Here are some of the standout features:

• Easy Packing & Transporting: Impressions Tumblers nest neatly, making them super easy to pack and take with you wherever you go.

• Spill-Proof: Thanks to the Drip-Less Straw Seal, I never have to worry about spills. If the tumbler tips over, there’s no mess. Believe me, I've tested this theory inadvertantly many times. I just wish I was using one the day I spilled Sprite on my laptop keyboard. 5 sticky keys drive me crazy.

• Comfortable Grip: The horizontal waves on the tumblers ensure a comfortable grip, even when my hands are wet.

• Perfect for On-the-Go: They fit in most car cupholders, making them great for road trips and commutes.

• Kid-Friendly: The tight seal and virtually unbreakable material make them perfect for kids.

• Hygienic: The seal keeps bugs, dirt, sand, and anything else out of my drink. It also helps prevent evaporation when storing drinks in the fridge.

• Space-Saving: The tumblers nest together, making storage a breeze.

• Color Variety: The colors randomly change as new batches are made, so if you see colors you like, buy them right away—they may be discontinued for a few years before they come back into rotation.

Specs and Care

• Volume: 16 oz

• Material: PP, PE

• Colors: Colors randomly change

• Care: Dishwasher safe (not safe for freezer or microwave), and recyclable

Long-Lasting Love

After all these years, my Tupperware Impressions Tumblers are still going strong. They’ve survived countless dishwasher cycles and road trips, proving their durability time and time again. If you're considering getting some for yourself, I highly recommend them. They’re a perfect blend of practicality and style.

If anyone out there has more Tupperware stories or tips, I'd love to hear them in the comments. And hey, if anyone’s looking to get rid off or thinking to gift some VINTAGE Tupperware, I wouldn’t mind adding a few more pieces to my collection. 😉

The Magic of The Bangles' "Different Light"

Back in the magical era of the '80s, The Bangles' "Different Light" album was nothing short of a revelation for me. Released on January 2, 1986, this album became an instant classic in my world, filled with catchy tunes, heartfelt lyrics, and those incredible harmonies that only The Bangles could deliver.

I can vividly remember the first time I heard "Walk Like An Egyptian." Released as a single in September 1986, this track's quirky and infectious rhythm had everyone mimicking the distinctive dance moves. I was completely obsessed with it! My sister, Becki, knowing my newfound infatuation, gifted me the 45" single for Christmas that year. It was pure magic, and I couldn't have been happier. I almost wore it out on my brand new Emerson stereo system I got from Santa the same Christmas.

The music video for "Walk Like An Egyptian" was another obsession of mine. It was nominated for Best Group Video at the 1987 MTV Video Music Awards and featured the Bangles performing the song at a concert, along with scenes of people dancing in poses similar to those depicted in Ancient Egyptian reliefs. I watched it countless times, mesmerized by the visuals and the energy of the song.

A few months later, my collection expanded when I got the full-length "Different Light" album on cassette tape. That cassette became my prized possession. I obsessed over the album for months into a year, listening to it from beginning to end, again and again. I learned all the lyrics, and the vocal parts, not just the lead vocals but the harmony parts too. Tracks like "If She Knew What She Wants," "Walking Down Your Street," and "Angels Don't Fall in Love" were the soundtrack of my life during those formative years.

I also loved the remixed version of "Walking Down Your Street" that was used for the music video. The extended remix version added a fresh twist to the song, making it even more captivating. The music video for "Walking Down Your Street" was another visual treat, showcasing the Bangles' charm and the vibrant '80s aesthetic.

I've always thought it would be amazing to re-record the entire "Different Light" album using my own vocals for all the parts. It would be a tribute to an album and a band that I have loved since my elementary school days. Imagine transforming those familiar melodies and harmonies into a unique version with my voice! Even if it's just for myself, it would be a beautiful and fun way to honor The Bangles and the impact their music had on my life.

The album "Different Light" was produced by David Kahne and released by Columbia Records. The songwriters for the album include a mix of Bangles members and other talented artists. For example, "Manic Monday" was written by Prince under the pseudonym "Christopher," while "Walking Down Your Street" was penned by Susanna Hoffs, David Kahne, and Louis Gutierrez. Each track brings its own unique flavor to the album, contributing to its timeless appeal.

Who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day I'll meet the right musicians, and together, we'll create something magical. For now, I'll keep the dream alive and let the music of "Different Light" continue to inspire me. And if anyone feels like adding to my Bangles collection, I've got the album on CD and had it on cassette, but never got it on vinyl. Just putting it out there! 😉

Russian Woman's Breast Implants Burst Mid-Flight, Leading to Medical Emergency

I heard this story many years ago and thought I would share it here just because. Not sure how true it is because I can't find the source but here it is:

In a shocking turn of events, a 45-year-old woman from Russia experienced a dire medical emergency while on an Aeroflot flight from Moscow to Los Angeles. The woman, identified as Irena, found herself in a life-threatening situation when her F-cup breast implants burst mid-flight.

Upon landing at LAX airport, Irena collapsed, leaving airport staff and medical personnel scrambling to determine the cause of her sudden distress. After a thorough examination, it became apparent that her breast implants were the culprits. The pressure changes during the flight had caused the implants to rupture, leading to severe pain and complications.

Irena was rushed to a nearby hospital, where doctors quickly removed the damaged implants. The procedure was successful, and Irena was able to recover enough to return to her home in Russia shortly after. However, her ordeal has sparked a wave of concern and caution among medical professionals and patients alike.

Since the incident, Russian health officials have been issuing warnings about the potential health risks associated with breast augmentation. They emphasize the importance of regular check-ups and consultations with qualified medical professionals to ensure the safety and well-being of patients considering or already having undergone such procedures.

Irena's experience serves as a stark reminder of the potential dangers of cosmetic surgery, especially when combined with the unique pressures and conditions of air travel. Her story has prompted many to reconsider the risks and benefits of breast implants and to prioritize their health and safety above all else.

A Recent Life Threatening Situation

Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges at us, and the week before last was a testament to that for me. I've had ear problems for as long as I can remember—from ear infections as a child to almost complete hearing loss in my left ear as an adult. Over the years, I've undergone numerous procedures, including the insertion of ear tubes; I'm currently on my 8th set due to persistent middle ear infections caused by eustachian tube dysfunction.

Recently, I had a particularly troubling ear infection. The latest set of tubes had been accompanied by a residual fungal infection, and despite my ENT's best efforts, the prescribed Clotrimazole drops caused itchiness, redness, and swelling in my ear canal. So, my wonderful ENT decided to try a different approach with fluconazole, an oral medication. A couple of days into the 14-day course of fluconazole, I started experiencing some tummy troubles. Having had stomach issues with certain antibiotics before, I thought I could manage until the course was over. Little did I know, the medicine was breaking down in my body and wreaking havoc on my system.

Thursday morning started like any other day. I took my medication and headed to work, with a rumbling tummy that I hoped would settle. I barely made it to the restroom before passing through employee security. I was a tad late, but when nature calls, you have to answer. An hour into work, after several trips to the restroom, I began feeling weak. I informed my manager about my condition, and while explaining, I nearly passed out. I managed to pull myself together and called Terry to tell him I was heading home.

Despite resting on Thursday, I still felt off on Friday. I followed my usual routine, hoping I was just dealing with a bug. However, after taking my medication that morning, I was hit with a severe stomach ache, a massive headache, and even hallucinations similar to those caused by Ambien. I knew I had to leave work immediately. When I got home, Terry was ready to take me to the emergency room, but I insisted on trying to manage at home. I attempted to eat and rest, hoping the symptoms would subside. However, by the time it was night, and after another dose of fluconazole, my condition worsened. I realized it had to be the medication causing all this havoc.

Finally, after a rough night, I threw away the remaining medication to avoid any more accidental doses. Slowly but surely, I began to recover. I now understand that my liver disease makes me more susceptible to the adverse effects of medications like fluconazole. I have an ultrasound scheduled on the 17th which will hopefully ensure there’s no further damage than what we already knew I had.

A week later, I'm still experiencing some residual effects, but nothing as severe as before. I realize looking back that I put myself into a life threatening situation and I could have died. At one point, while sitting on the toilet, I was shivering because I was hot and cold and had chills. I had visions that I was dying but too stubborn to admit it at the time. This experience has taught me an invaluable lesson: always pay attention to what my body is trying to tell me.

Thank you for joining me on this journey of resilience and recovery. I’d love to hear your thoughts and any experiences you might have had with similar health scares. Your support and words of encouragement mean the world to me. If you find value in my story and would like to contribute in any way, I truly appreciate it. Here's to better health and always listening to our bodies! 🌟

Saturday GLOWcase: Michael Karr's GLOW Story

This week’s Saturday GLOWcase features a heartfelt and inspiring story from my friend and fellow fan of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW), Michael Karr.

Michael's journey with GLOW began in the late 80s, much like many others. He vividly recalls the Saturday morning when he first laid eyes on the beautiful ladies of GLOW. It was a family breakfast when he turned the TV to Channel 17, WTBS. What he saw amazed and captivated him, and he became an instant lifelong fan. For Michael, GLOW was like Wonder Woman on steroids, featuring strong, colorful, and gorgeous ladies in a magical blend of glam, glitter, camp, and athletics. Growing up in a small Southern town as a young gay guy, Michael always had mostly female friends. Seeing these ladies being unapologetically strong and beautiful resonated with him deeply. He clicked with the show instantly and made sure to watch it every Saturday morning for the next few years, often missing other childhood activities to catch GLOW. This fact resonates with me as well; I found myself obsessed with arranging my own activities around the show.

Michael showing off his copy of Hollywood's book Hooray for Hollywood!

As he continued his Saturday viewings, Michael became more familiar with the characters. Early favorites included Godiva, Hollywood, Daisy, and Vicky Victory. His playmates' Barbie dolls took on interesting makeovers, inspired by the GLOW girls. He always hoped for a GLOW doll line, much like the action figures created for WWF and other promotions, but sadly, that dream never came true. As with many fans, including myself, when GLOW disappeared from TV without any final storyline or goodbye, it left Michael heartbroken.

With the advent of the internet in the mid-90s, Michael began searching for any information about GLOW and its stars. He first connected with Johnny C, who gave him a list of incorrect names, perhaps to protect the ladies' privacy. These names were mistakenly part of the IMDB cast listing, like Amy Lind as Little Egypt, who was actually played by Angelina Altishin. The first real GLOW star Michael located via social media was Daisy. She not only shared her stories from GLOW but also helped provide correct names for the ladies. With Daisy's help, Michael connected with many GLOW stars from the 3rd and 4th seasons and updated the IMDB and Wikipedia entries.

One significant connection was with Babe The Farmer's Daughter, who owned the GLOW name. She allowed Michael to create the first-ever Official GLOW Wrestling Fan Page. This platform helped reconnect many GLOW stars with their "GLOW sisters." Over the years, Michael had meaningful conversations with the majority of the GLOW cast, playing a role in rekindling interest in the promotion and reuniting its members. Some of these ladies have become personal friends. Michael and I also collaborated on a popular GLOW page on Facebook, further cementing our shared passion for the show.

Michael's creativity also shone through as he designed t-shirts, trading cards, logos, promo photos, and many other digital designs for the GLOW ladies and the promotion. It's been an incredible journey for him to pay homage and support the women who made GLOW special. Connecting with other fans has also been a cherished part of Michael's GLOW story.

Michael with Keith Strickland from The B-52's

Michael's story is a testament to the lasting impact of GLOW and the strong, positive community it fostered. The ladies of GLOW created a magical and fun experience that will always be treasured by Michael for the rest of his life.

You can connect with Michael on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/MichaelGLOW. Here's to more Saturdays filled with GLOW magic!

As we celebrate these incredible memories, I invite you to share your own stories and experiences of G.L.O.W. Whether you met any of the wrestlers in person, watched their mesmerizing performances, or were inspired by their strength and charisma, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to leave comments and share your memories of GLOW. Let's honor these incredible women, crew and fans together! If you feel inspired to support our efforts in keeping the spirit of G.L.O.W. alive, your contributions in any form are greatly appreciated. Every little bit helps me continue sharing these stories and celebrating the legacy of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Thank you for being a part of this wonderful community!

Strikes, Spares, and Butter Cookies: My Childhood Bowling Alley Adventure

 

When I was around 3 or 4 years old, my parents joined a bowling league in Mobile, Alabama. Every week, like clockwork, my sister and I would be taken along to the bustling bowling alley. I have no idea what it was called or where in Mobile it was located, this was over 45 years ago. It's just a fragmented part of my memory now, but I can vividly remember my mama, daddy, my sister Becki and the kind lady at the snack bar. The friends my parents played with on the league, however, are a blur. This was before I started kindergarten and I really feel it happened before we lived with my granny and definitely before we moved to the little yellow house at the end of Easter Lane.

My parents seemed to enjoy every moment, laughing and chatting with their teammates while rolling those heavy bowling balls down the polished lanes. I am not sure if they were any good, but their smiles and laughter tell me that they were having a blast.

I remember sitting with my sister as she played arcade games and wandered around the snack bar. The smell of bowling alley nachos and hot dogs filled the air, mixing with the occasional whiff of beer from the bar. The lady who worked the snack bar was always kind to me, sharing her stash of butter cookies with the hole in the center. I loved putting them on my fingers and eating them off one by one, savoring each sweet bite.

I often watched bowling on TV with my dad, expecting to see my mama and daddy competing with the professionals. In my young mind, they were just as skilled and deserving of the spotlight. The bright and colorful bowling balls for sale always caught my eye. I dreamed of owning a vibrant pink or neon green one someday, though that wish never quite came true.

Those nights at the bowling alley hold a special place in my heart, though it's not exactly a strong memory. The simple joy of being with my parents getting along for a night, the arcade games, and the sweet butter cookies made it all magical.

What about you? Do you have any favorite bowling memories or funny stories to share? Drop a comment below and let me know what you love about bowling! And if you enjoyed reading this story, a small token of appreciation would mean the world to me. 😊