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Comença la setmana d’El crepuscle encén estels · IB3 Ràdio, 21:00 · amb el programa 453, en el qual Pere Estelrich entrevistarà PAU VIDAL, traductor al català d’Il Gattopardo, i redactor dels mots encreuats del diari El País. El Gattopardo és una novel·la escrita per Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, entre el 1954 i 1957, i publicada pòstumament (1958). Un llibre, i una pel·lícula de Luchino Visconti (1963), que popularitzaren la sentència del príncep Salina: “Se vogliamo che tutto rimanga come è, bisogna che tutto cambi”. La novel·la està localitzada a Palerm i a Agrigento de Donnafugata; en el seu castell s’hi rodaren algunes escenes del film. Diuen que el seu nom vé de la reina Blanca de Navarra, vidua del rei Martí l’Humà i regent de Sicília, que va fugir d’allà (s. XV) on era presonera del cavaller català Bernat Cabrera. Prop de Taormina, de Giardini-Naxos partí l’expedició de Garibaldi (1860) cap a la bóta d’Itàlia; allà hi podreu gaudir d’un paisatge illenc semblant al nostre des de l’Atahotel Naxos on hi ha 189 cambres a l’hotel i …453 en petits xalets

…453, ja ho val, com Crepuscles comptam fins el dia d’avui.

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It seems my memories of  childhood Thanksgivings are little more than a blur of food, faces and chilly afternoons playing outside with cousins.  I honestly cannot remember a single particular Thanksgiving–except Thanksgiving of 1963.

For any of you alive at the time, that date needs no explanation.  President John F. Kennedy had been assassinated only six days prior to Thanksgiving that year. The nation became paralyzed in the days after his death.  Thanksgiving seemed strained and artificial.  What did we, as individuals as well as a nation, have to be thankful for?

We had stayed glued to our black & white TVs for days.  Life essentially stopped as we watched Jacqueline Kennedy and her two children carry out their duties during their final days as occupants in the White House.  I remember watching John-John, as the media had dubbed the Kennedy’s three year old son, saluting as his father’s casket moved by on its caisson, preceded by riderless Black Jack, a horse whose name hit me as fateful, as Jackie’s father had been known as “Black Jack” Bouvier.

I knew this minutiae because I had been focused on Jackie Kennedy from the moment she became a national figure during her husband’s campaign.  She was everything I wanted to be: a Debutante with a Vassar education, who studied in Paris, was a reporter and photographer, and now lived in the White House, restoring the deteriorating structure with proper 18th Century historic details. Perfect hair, couture clothing and impeccable taste.

No doubt about it: though I wasn’t even a teenager yet, I was Jackie’s biggest fan. I learned to sew at 10 in order to copy her A-line dresses.

Enmeshed with the national trauma was the knowledge that my maternal grandmother, whom I adored, had only a few weeks to live. One month later, December 27th, I would be attending her funeral.

My mother’s sadness that year was palpable, a quiet reminder of loss that made attempts at frivolity seem utterly incongruous.

As the years have gone by, the solemn imprint of 1963’s Holiday Season made me determined to make each Thanksgiving and Christmas a special occasion, filled with family and friends, tables laden with favorite foods, and good cheer engendered by amiable companions and agreeable libations. I relegated All Saint’s Day as the time to think about all those who have gone before me in years past.  Thanksgiving and Christmas should be happy occasions, unmarred by sadness and indelibly remembered as joyous celebrations.  It is something I strive to do each year: make the holidays meaningful, upbeat occasions, no matter what else is going on in the world.

This Thanksgiving, as we launch CarolinaLifestyles, I am especially grateful for your support. It is with gratitude for your continued interest that I offer this Thanksgiving blessing:

May your days ahead be filled with adventure. May no burden be carried alone. May your goals be reached and your life be filled with unexpected joy. And may your heart overflow with gratitude for the many blessings, big and small, that come your way.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Il film La grande fuga, diretto da  John Sturges è basato sul libro-racconto del pilota australiano  Paul Brickhill, il cui aereo venne abbatuto in Tunisia nel marzo del 1943. Il racconto di Brickhill si incentra sulla detenzione nel campo di concentramento e sul seguente  tentativo di fuga tramite un tunnel scavato sotto il campo.

Il film mette in scena un interessante ritratto degli alleati nel dopoguerra, uniti insieme per battere il nemico comune ma allo stesso tempo profondamente diversi. Inglesi, scozzesi, australiani, americani. Tutti profondamente diversi, ma uniti per una battaglia comune, che in questo caso non è l’esercito nazista ma l’idea di libertà.

Struges è molto abile nel mettere in scena la fuga come aspirazione, un desiderio di libertà più che voglia di scappare.  E la libertà va coltivata, va scavata nel fondo della terra, come i tunnel che i detenuti trivellano nel sottosuolo per scappare dalla deportazione nazista. Il piano va organizzato perfettamente, prevedendo i pericoli, calcolando i rischi, chiedendo qualche sacrificio. E tutti i dettagli devono essere curati, dai documenti, ai vestiti, alla dizione. Struges costruisce il piano di fuga come un piano di lavorazione e le 250 persone che evadono sembrano il cast di un colossal americano. Si crea così un effetto di colossal nel colossal, un gioco di rimando, una reazione a catena.

E il flop o la riuscita del progetto sembrano essere secondari, rimane il gusto di averci provato.

Generale tedesco rivolto al capitano Hilts (Steve McQueen): Alla fine sembra che lei veda Berlino prima di me…

Roger Bartlett “X Uno”, leader dello squadrone ( Richard Attenborough): Si devono chiedere un sacco di cose strane nel mio lavoro…

You know it. Its awesome an its not the Santana, pretender version that gets used on supermarket commercials. Kick back and enjoy.

From Wikipedia
“Oye Como Va” is a song written and composed by Latin jazz and mambo musician Tito Puente in 1963 and popularized by Santana’s cover of the song in 1970 on their album Abraxas, helping to catapult Santana into stardom with the song reaching #13 on the Billboard Top 100. The song also reached #11 on Billboard’s Easy Listening survey and #32 on their R&B chart.

The title comes from the first words;

On Aug. 28, 1963, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. delivered a historic and important address that we have since come to know as the “I Have a Dream” speech. During that speech, from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial during the Civil Rights Movement, Dr. King called for the people and the government to bring racial equality to reality and to end discrimination in the United States of America. To commemorate Dr. King’s important, sensational and inclusive speech, the divisive and hostile opportunist, right-wing nut Glenn Beck, plans to exploit the great things that Dr. King fought for to advance his bigoted points of view and make a few bucks selling books.

Here is the entire text from the “I Have a Dream” speech (I put it all here because people need to see the entire speech and not just the selected excerpts):

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”²

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

                Free at last! Free at last!

                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!³

So now we go from the great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., one of the greatest men who ever lived, to someone like Glenn Beck who is set to spit in the faces of black people by holding his rally on the anniversary of “I Have a Dream” and in Washington D.C.

Here is a Facebook comment from CNN contributor Roland Martin, ”Guys like Beck HATE that speech. It was about demanding the govt. do what it’s supposed to do. This is an attempt to rebuke MLK’s vision.”

Roland is correct. Men like Beck selectively quote Dr. King by taking out of context bits and pieces of his speeches to slap down people of color. A lot of people have been conditioned to like Dr. King. Many of these people who have been conditioned to like (or grudgingly accept) Dr. King would be badmouthing him if he were alive today.

From the disgraceful Glenn Beck’s Web site:

- I have begun meeting with some of the best minds in the country that believe in limited government, maximum freedom and the values of our Founders. I am developing a 100 year plan. I know that the bipartisan corruption in Washington that has brought us to this brink and it will not be defeated easily. It will require unconventional thinking and a radical plan to restore our nation to the maximum freedoms we were supposed to have been protecting, using only the battlefield of ideas.

- All of the above will culminate in The Plan, a book that will provide specific policies, principles and, most importantly, action steps that each of us can take to play a role in this Refounding.

- On August 28, 2010, I ask you, your family and neighbors to join me at the feet of Abraham Lincoln on the National Mall for the unveiling of The Plan and the birthday of a new national movement to restore our great country.

This is an intentional insult to Dr. King and to black people. It is not an accident that Beck has chosen this date. Gleefully, Beck is exploiting the great deeds of Dr. King to insult black Americans, disrespect Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and to make money selling a book.

From the Daily Kos:

When Glenn Beck called for his national rally at the Lincoln Memorial on August 28, 2010, he twisted the memory of the day for a country that has evolved from slavery to elect it’s first black president. MLK gave his “I Have a Dream” speech there 46 years ago. President Obama accepted the Democratic nomination last year. Tsk, tsk, ego issues, Glenn?

This is no accident and it speaks lowly of a man with a dark heart and a mean streak when it comes to minorities who don’t fit his vision of what people of color should be like in the United States of America.

This is a jab back and black people.

This is disgusting by Glenn Beck’s standards (and that is saying a lot).

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DIALOGUE
Between Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn, from Alfred Hitchcock’s “Charade” (1963)

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Christopher Lee and Caroline Munro in “Dracula A.D. 1972” (1972)
From Google and Brian’s Drive-In Theater

The most shocking and interesting feature for me about Terre Tucker, Miss November 1963, is her real age at the time she posed for Playboy: the article that acommpanied her pictorial states she was 19, but it would seem there is some controversy around that figure.

Photographed by Stan Molinowski

This take-life-as-she-finds-it girl is umber-tressed Terre Tucker, our November Playmate, an emerald-eyed 19-year-old who ripened under Arizona sunshine and emigrated to Chicago via Beverly Hills and Las Vegas. (“Fair deal,” Playboy, November 1963)

Despite the fairly lengthy work history she cites in her interview as a stewardess, model, and even a bunny at the Chicago Playboy club, it has been suggested that when she posed for the magazine in 1963, she allegedly was only 15. I don’t see how she could have done all that other stuff and only be 15, but I’m not really sure about these pictures now. I think I’m going to have to be selective about which ones I put up, cause I feel like this situation is just too iffy and skeevy.

I got that as-yet unsubstantiated information from Terre’s wiki entry, which contains this lengthy and I assume so-far unedited addendum from a person claiming to be her old friend and former roommate, who gives his name as Dave Nestor:

It needs to be pointed out that Terre Tucker is a fictitious name and history. Terre’s real name was Karen Smith, born to a large family of siblings in July 1948, in Chicago.

Surprisingly, Karen was only 15 years old when she posed for Playboy in June, 1963, turning 16 the following month. After a short training assignment in Chicago, Karen transferred to the Lake Geneva Playboy Club in Wisconsin. She then went on to work in Memphis, St. Louis and finally making her way to the Seattle area.

Karen was a very close friend who lived with me in a suburb of Seattle in 1972. When we met, she was recovering from cervical cancer which was pronounced cured after 5 years. Everyone who met Karen, immediately fell in love with this funny, interesting, beautiful and very sexy person. After meeting her 16-year old sister, be assured, these features run in her family.

(Mr. Nestor, you seem like a nice person, and I don’t want to tell you how to live your life, but you might want to really take that part about her teenaged sister out, because it can be construed as slightly creepy.)

Among other business ventures, Karen was in great demand at car and boat shows where she signed autographs and posed for photos as Terre Tucker, throughout the 1970s and 80s.

Unfortunately, cancer returned in the late 1980s. Karen passed just before Christmas in 1990 and is survived by a son and daughter who shall remain anonymous.

davenestor@yahoo.com

I got no clue who to believe on this one. All I know is in her interview she said her favorite food was ravioli. And I like that stuff, too. The uncontroversial end!

qb is not sure that we celebrate the world’s more important loss of November 22, 1963.  Here’s a sample of his legendary writing:

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Sooner or later He withdraws, if not in fact, at least from their conscious experience, all those supports and incentives. He leaves the creature to stand up on its own legs; to carry out from the will alone duties which have lost all relish. It is during such periods, much more than during the peak periods, that it is growing into the sort of creature He wants it to be. Hence the prayers offered in the state of dryness are those which please Him best. We can drag our patients along by continual temptation, because we design them for the table, and the more their will is interfered with the better. He cannot “tempt” them to virtue as we do to vice. He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there, He is pleased even with their stumbles. Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending to do our Enemy’s will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.

Clive Staples Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

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RIP, Professor.  A year before qb was born, you left us, but you left us richer and better off.  And this excerpt grows more poignantly apropos every day.

qb

Of all the days to begin keeping a blog of my thoughts on building my Virtual Short Sale Investing business in earnest, doing so on this VERY seminal date somehow makes THE MOST sense.

Forty-six years ago today on November 22, 1963, the underbelly of the Amerikkkan “way of life” showed it’s hand but not it’s face in the brutal and in broad daylight assassination of the 35th president of the United States, John F. Kennedy.

Your Efforts Were Never In Vain.

Now, this is not the place to review my take on the impact this cowardly act has had on the country–which IS still significant to the very day. But what this day highlights for me and my business endeavor is the transformative power that we all have while we are here–a power that was taken very prematurely from Kennedy.

So, it doesn’t matter who you are, what family you come from, or what titles, lofty or otherwise, that you hold or have held. When it comes to being your own definition of success, you can start from wherever you are now and make what you want to come into being manifest.

If there’s anythang that makes us God-like…it is THIS.

Happiness n' Success Are Automatic w/ Massive Action!

I now ask Spirit–the Universal Spirit within me–to guide and direct me in making the inner success of remaining unbought n’ unbossed a more materially tangible success so that I may build this business and reach out to others who are willing to earn their successes as I am.

So It IZ…n’ So It Mus’ Be!{ (  8K

Est. 300 bhp at 6,000 rpm, 3,670 cc twin plug, dual overhead camshaft alloy engine with two distributors and three Weber 45 DCOE carburetors, four-speed synchromesh alloy-cased, close ratio gearbox, monocoque steel “punt-type” chassis with four-wheel coil-spring suspension, independent to the front, solid axle rear with trailing arms and Watt’s linkage lateral location, four-wheel Girling disc brakes. Wheelbase: 95″

The Aston Martin DB4 was unveiled at the 1958 Paris Salon. A totally new car, the introduction of the DB4 was a significant achievement for a small British manufacturer. The specification included a completely new steel platform chassis with disc brakes all around and a freshly developed alloy twin-cam 3.7 liter straight six engine, all clothed in an elegantly-proportioned fastback aluminum body designed by Touring of Milan. Overall, the DB4 was state-of-the art for its time, a masterpiece of robust British engineering in combination with exquisite Italian styling. Of all the postwar Aston Martins, Sir David Brown’s gracefully sleek DB4 is certainly one of the most admired.

The chassis was engineered under the watchful eye of Harold Beech and features independent front suspension and a live rear axle well-located by trailing arms and a Watt’s linkage. The body construction utilizes the vaunted Touring Superleggera process, which consists of a skeleton made up from small diameter steel tubing covered by hand-formed aluminum alloy body panels. The coachwork was constructed by Aston Martin under license from Touring at its newly deployed facility in Newport Pagnell.

HISTORY OF ASTON MARTIN DB4 GT # 0175/L

The GT we have the pleasure of offering here was the last DB4 GT built and sold by Aston’s Newport Pagnell Factory. (All the chassis numbers after # 0175, beginning with # 0176 were assigned to the 19 Zagato-bodied DB4 GTs.) The factory build sheet shows that after receiving the UK Registration plate “934 CGT,” it was shipped to first owner A.G. Medawar of Switzerland via agent Joseph Saouda.

Sometime in the late 1960s it was sold to an R.S. Simpson with the address P.O. Box 7210, Beirut, Lebanon. Simpson, thought to be a petroleum engineer, later shipped the car back to Holland. Simpson sold the car to Aston Dealer and ex-Chairman of the Club Charlie Turner of Atlanta, Georgia in 1976. Turner loved his GTs, buying, owning and selling several examples during a three decade period beginning in the mid-1960s.

Turner was awarded a third place trophy in the 1976 Aston Martin Owners Club Concours held at Lime Rock Park, CT before selling 0175/L to Lt. Col. Boone Crowe of California. Crowe campaigned 0175/L in West Coast vintage racing, including several Monterey Historic events in the 1980s. During Crow’s last visit to Laguna Seca, he managed to excessively prang the nose of the car, after which it was laid up. When Boone Crowe passed on, his widow Kim eventually gave the car to a shop in Utah for repairs and restoration work which was never completed.

In the spring of 1994, California Aston broker and parts dealer Ken Boyd brokered a sale of the now partially disassembled GT from Kim Crowe to a vintage racer and former AMOC Chairman. A total “A-to-Z” restoration and race preparation was carried out on his behalf by the father and son team of Robert & Jon Clerk of Performance Tuning & Restoration in Pompano Beach, Florida. The quality of the work was well-proven as the owner scored multiple first places at Lime Rock, Road Atlanta, Watkins Glen and Laguna Seca over the next two racing seasons. In the fall of 1997, fellow AMOC board member Richard Sirota talked the owner out of the GT.

After several road rallies with Sirota, including the Colorado Grand and the New England 1000, it was sold to the previous California-based owner in 1999. Further West Coast tours ensued, including the Copperstate and the California Mille, before 0175/L was sold to its current Arizona-based owner, a respected collector who has maintained the car in climate controlled storage ever since.

If you like the concept of a rare alloy-bodied Grand Touring Coupe that looks sensational, goes 150 mph, handles like a race car, spoils you with its Connolly hides and Wilton wool carpeting AND is eligible for the world’s best driving events, you must consider the acquisition of this Aston Martin DB4 GT.

Estimate:
$950,000-$1,000,000 US

VEHICLE DESCRIPTION COURTESY RM AUCTIONS

AKRON, NY– This weekend marks the 46th anniversary of President Kennedy’s assassination in Dallas. Two days after the president was killed, so too was the man who shot him.

A Western New York man was not only there when Oswald was killed, he recorded it.
Within hours of the president’s assassination, Izzy Bleckman of Akron, just two months after being hired as a cameraman for Movietone News, was on a plane to Dallas.
“We just got off the plane, ran over to the Dallas police station and walked in about the same time they brought him (Oswald) out, and he’s being questioned by the reporters,” remembered Bleckman.

Here’s the guy who shot the president of the United States standing in front of me.”
Scott Brown: “What were your impressions of Oswald when you first saw him?”
Izzy Bleckman: “He seemed like that cartoon strip the Sad Sack, he just seemed like a mopey guy I thought. And how could this guy have shot the President of the United States?”
That was Friday night, Oswald was questioned by police on Saturday.

Reporters were told Oswald was going to be moved Sunday morning from police headquarters to the Dallas County Jail.

Sunday morning an armored car was brought into the basement to transport Oswald, but it’s a trip he would never make.

By the time Izzy got to police headquarters that morning, reporters and other photographers had staked out what they thought were the best location to see Oswald being moved.
“By the time i thought about how I was going to shoot it, there was no room left, there was no room left,” said Bleckman.

So Izzy and his Bolex film camera, moved over to the elevator where Oswald was being brought down into the basement.

Izzy was waiting there with a Dallas policeman.

“He gives me a heads up and out the door they came. I shot the shot, the door opened up and they turned to their left.”

“I then stopped the camera, I run down the hall, I cross the alleyway and I’m still cranking the camera because I don’t want to run out of spring.”

“Here I am going across the alleyway where I’m going to get my low shot underneath the CBS camera and wait.”

It turned out he didn’t have to wait long.

“I turn around and they walk right into my shot.”

And then it happened.

“Jack Ruby’s right there. And he steps in and I see something happening but I’m not sure what it is. A shot goes off, and then it’s mayhem and they wrestle Ruby down.”

Scott Brown: “The president had been killed on Friday, here it is two days later, is this whole thing kind of surreal?”

Izzy Bleckman: “It was surreal of course yeah, it was like a bad movie, if you wrote this out for a scenario they’d say get out of here with that, are you kidding?”

It was surreal, and of course, all too real.

And 46 years ago Izzy Bleckman was there, not only a witness to history, but recording it as well.

1963 is an American six-issue comic book limited series written by Alan Moore in 1993, with art by his frequent collaborators Steve Bissette, John Totleben, and Rick Veitch; other contributors included Dave Gibbons, Don Simpson, and Jim Valentino, published by Image Comics.

The six issues hark back to the Silver Age of American comics (in particular, the early Marvel Comics), and feature spoof advertisements on the rear covers—in a manner to be repeated with a twist by Moore and Kevin O’Neill in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

Moore’s homage to Marvel clichés included fictionalizing himself and the artists as the “Sixty-Three Sweatshop”, describing his collaborators in the same hyperbolic and alliterative mode Stan Lee used for his “Marvel Bullpen”; each was given a Lee-style nickname (“Affable Al,” “Sturdy Steve,” “Jaunty John,” etc.—Veitch has since continued to refer to himself as “Roarin’ Rick”). The parody is not entirely affectionate, as the text pieces and fictional letter columns contain pointed inside jokes about the business practices of 1960s comics publishers, with “Affable Al” portrayed as a tyrant who claims credit for his employees’ creations. Moore also makes reference to Lee’s book Origins of Marvel Comics (and its sequels) when Affable Al recommends that readers hurry out and buy his new book How I Created Everything All By Myself and Why I Am Great.

To download issues Book 1-6 Thanks to Sparkman

1963

Tommorrow is the Forty-sixth Anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s (infamous) Assassination; that happened in Dallas, Texas on November 22nd, 1963.

Report of the President’s Commission on the Assassination of President Kennedy

Title Page, Commission Members, Transmittal Letter

Foreword

Chapter 1: Summary and Conclusions

Chapter 2: The Assassination

Chapter 3: The Shots from the Texas School Book Depository

Chapter 4: The Assassin

Chapter 5: Detention and Death of Oswald

Chapter 6: Investigation of Possible Conspiracy

Chapter 7: Lee Harvey Oswald: Background and Possible Motives

Chapter 8: The Protection of the President

Appendix 1: Press Release Announcing Appointment of Commission

Appendix 2: Press Release Announcing Appointment of Commission

Appendix 3: Pub. Law 88-202

Appendix 4: Biographical Information and Acknowledgments

Appendix 5: List of Witnesses

Appendix 6: Commission Procedures for the Taking of Testimony

Appendix 7: A Brief History of Presidential Protection

Appendix 8: Medical Reports from Doctors at Parkland Memorial Hospital, Dallas, Tex.

Appendix 9: Autopsy Report and Supplemental Report

Appendix 10: Expert Testimony

Appendix 11: Reports Relating to the Interrogation of Lee Harvey Oswald at the Dallas Police Department

Appendix 12: Speculations and Rumors

Appendix 13: Biography of Lee Harvey Oswald

Appendix 14: Analysis of Lee Harvey Oswald’s Finances from June 13, 1962, through November 22, 1963

Appendix 15: Transactions between Lee Harvey Oswald and Marina Oswald, and the U.S. Department of State and the Immigration and Naturalization Service of the U.S. Department of Justice

Appendix 16: A Biography of Jack Ruby

Appendix 17: Polygraph Examination of Jack Ruby

Appendix 18: Footnotes

Index

Who was Lee Harvey Oswald?

Who was Jack Ruby?

More on the JFK Assassination:

http://whatreallyhappened.com/RANCHO/POLITICS/JFK/bullet.html (The so-called “Magic Bullet” theory: Did it really add up ?)

The photos from Post Magazine: Proof the media lies to the public.

Click for eyewitness report of gunshots from grassy knoll. Video file courtesy of Liberty Think

Click for Oswald’s voice. Microsoft Wave format. (86.8K) Click here for a wav file of Lee Harvey Oswald claiming he was just a patsy.

Click for HCSA evidence. Wave format(140.9K) This was the evidence which led the House Select Committee on Assassinations to conclude that there had indeed been a conspiracy in the murder of John Kennedy.

Click for complete Zapruder film.

Click for Zapruder film focusing on the driver at extreme right.

Click for Zapruder frames 186-207.Note the little girl in the background who stops running to look off to the left, suggesting a gunshot far earlier than the Warren Report claimed.

Study Backs Theory of ‘Grassy Knoll’ New Report Says Second Gunman Fired at Kennedy

By George Lardner Jr.Washington Post Staff

House committee experts James Barger, Mark Weiss and Eric Aschkenasy, have always held firm to their findings of a shot from the knoll. Similarly, Ramsey, as chairman of the NAS panel, said last weekend that he was “still fairly confident” of his group’s work, but he said he wanted to study the Science and Justice article before making further comment. He said he did not recall the Bellah cross talk.

http://whatreallyhappened.com/RANCHO/POLITICS/JFK/bbcgrassy.htm

It is quite common for me to remark that many of the songs being posted are songs that I came across only recently. And I also find myself remarking frequently that I found these songs to be gem stuff, even though the movies as well as the songs contained in these movies failed to get popular.

Here is a song like that. It is from “Ek Raaz” (1963). This movie had Kishore Kumar and Jamuna in lead roles. The movie was a flop at the box office and the songs of the movie did not become popular as a result. But now when one gets to listen to the songs of this movie, one can only be amazed at the quality of these songs. The fact that those were the days when countless quality songs were being produced may also have contributed to the fact that many great songs of those era found themselves to be elbowed out from contention.

Listening to this song and watcching the picturisation, I feel that this is a song that has the ability to tug at the heart strings of the listeners and bowling them over. Kishore Kumar’s voice sound as sweet and innocently playful as in the song “Zaroorat hai zaroorat hai” (Manmauji). And Lata’s voice sounds even sweeter. Majrooh Sultanpuri has come up with a very nice heart touching playful love song. The way the girl teases the boy in the last para is priceless:
—————————————-
ye to bata do milna hai phir kahaan
ik nazar hai kaafi
kya milnaa phir dubaara

Translation

Boy- Tell me when will we meet again
Girl- Meeting once is enough to size one up, so it may not be necessary for us to meet again
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This exchange will cause any boy’s heart to sink, but luckily for him, the girl is only teasing him.

Music of this song is created by that eternally underachiving but hugely talented Chitragupta.

Song-Ajnabi se banke karo naa kinaaraa (Ek raaz) (1963) Singers-Lata, Kishore Kumar, Lyrics-Majrooh Sultanpuri,MD-Chitragupta

Lyrics

ajnabi se ban ke karo na kinaaraa
ajnabi se ban ke karo na kinaaraa
khudaaraa idhar bhi dekho
idhar bhi khudaaraa
aap kaa to dil hai deewaanaa bechaaraa
aap kaa to dil hai deewaanaa bechaaraa
ishaaraa na samajhegaa ye
nazar kaa ishaaraa
ajnabi se ban ke

ho ho ho
ham na padenge nazron ki chaah mein
phir chal rahi ho kyun meri raah mein
ho ho ho
ham na padenge nazron ki chaah mein
phir chal rahi ho kyun meri raah mein
ho ho ho
la : bekhudi mein ham ko mausam ne thaa pukaaraa
ajnabi se ban ke karo na kinaaraa
khudaaraa idhar bhi dekho
idhar bhi khudaaraa
ajnabi se ban ke

ho ho ho
betaab dil hai aisii bhii chaal kyaa
dil hai tumhaaraa ham jaane haal kyaa
ho ho ho
betaab dil hai aisii bhii chaal kyaa
dil hai tumhaaraa ham jaane haal kyaa
ho ho ho
dekhiye nazar mein afsaanaa hai hamaaraa
aap kaa to dil hai deewaanaa bechaaraa
ishaaraa na samjhegaa ye
nazar ka ishaara
ajnabi se ban ke

ho ho ho
ye lo chale ham chalta hai ye samaa
ye to bata do milna hai phir kahaan
ho ho ho
ye lo chale ham chalta hai ye samaa
ye to bata do milna hai phir kahaan
ho ho ho
ik nazar hai kaafi
kya milnaa phir dubaara
ajnabi se ban ke karo na kinaaraa
khudaaraa idhar bhi dekho
idhar bhi khudaaraa
aap kaa to dil hai deewaanaa bechaaraa
ishaaraa na samajhegaa ye
nazar kaa ishaaraa
ajnabi se ban ke

By no ways a complete list, but here is a timeline of some highlights of world history.

Japan-related dates are written in red.

• 1281: Mongolia was conquering most of Asia. As the Mongolian Navy was heading to Japan to invade, a giant typhoon sunk their entire fleet. Thus saving Japan.
  That typhoon was called 「神風」 (“Kamikaze“), which means “Divine Wind“, in Japan.The World War 2 Kamikaze pilots were named after this typhoon.
• 1346: The Black Plague started and eventually killed nearly half of Europe’s population.
• 1492: Christopher Columbus lands in America. But he believed he was in India and called the inhabitants “Indians“.
• 1603: 「江戸時代」 (The “Edo Period“) begins in Japan.
• 1680: The 将軍 (Shougun), Tsunayoshi, loved dogs and enacted a number of laws protecting dogs and making harming them a criminal offense.He is therefore often called “The Dog Shogun”.
• 1776: America declares it’s independence from England.
• 1789: French Revolution began.
• 1804: Napoleon became the Emperor of France.
• 1854: U.S. Naval Commodore Matthew Perry forced Japan to open to trade with the West.At first Japan resisted and the island of Odaiba was built in Tokyo Bay to defend Japan from the American forces. But Perry’s fleet of black ships were too intimidating and Japan enacted law to allow trade with the West in general and America in particular.The resulting influx of American goods and culture sparked Japan’s “Westernization”.

An Ukiyoe portrait of Cmdr. Perry. His name is written as 「ぺルリ」 ("Peruri") because that's what it sounded like to the Japanese when Perry said his name with his American accent.

1995 January 17: 「阪神淡路大震災」 (Hanshin-awajidai-shinsai), (“The Kobe Earthquake“) destroyed the city of 神戸 (Kobe, Japan).

A collapsed overpass after the Kobe Earthquake; 1995 January.

I know that I left out many important dates. Feel free to write any that you can think of in the comments section of this post.

And did you witness any historic events?

Dilip Kumar, Raj Kapoor and Dev Anand were the three biggest male stars of Bollywood movies for nearly two decades. Considering that song and dance plays such important roles in Bollywood movies, including the movies in which these actors acted, it is interesting to note that Raj Kapoor and Dev Anand successfully dodged dancing in their movies.

On the few occasions when they were made to dance, it makes for some inadvertent fun.

Here is a song from “Ek Dil Sau Afsaane” (1963). It is a party song, where Raj Kapoor sings and Waheeda Rehman dances. Raj Kapoor too tries to shake a leg or too, and one wonders if there has been a more leaden footed dancer than him in Bollywood.

The song is sung by Mukesh. Shailendra is the lyricist and Shankar Jaikishan composed the music.

Song-Sunoji suno hamaari bhi suno (Ek Dil Sau Afsaane) (1963) Singer-Mukesh, Lyrics-Shailendra, MD-Shankar Jaikishan

Lyrics

suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno
aji meharbaan hamari bhi suno
na tappaa, na thumri, ghazal hai na kajri
yah raagini hai pyaar ki
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno
aji meharbaan
hamaari bhi suno
yah raagini hai pyaar ki
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno
aji meharbaan
hamaari bhi suno

taraanaa hamaaraa zamaane se nyaaraa
har ek sur mein dil hai dhadaktaa huaa
har ek bol pyaaraa ke jaise sitaaraa
akelaa gagan mein chamaktaa huaa
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno
aji meharbaan
hamaari bhi suno
na tappaa, na thumri, ghazal hai na kajri
yah raagini hai pyaar ki
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno

ishaaron mein boloon, zubaan tak na kholoon
nigaahon se kah doon samajh lo agar
na ye bekhudi hai, na deewaangi hai
mujhe to lagi hai tumhaari nazar
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno
aji meharbaan
hamaari bhi suno
na tappaa, na thumri, ghazal hai na kajri
yah raagini hai pyaar ki
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno

suno meredil ki, meri aarzu ki
tamannaa yahi thi ke tum ho kareeb
yah chilman hataa do, wo jhalki dikhaa do
ke ab to jagaa do hamaare naseeb
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno
aji meharbaan
hamaari bhi suno
na tappaa, na thumri, ghazal hai na kajri
yah raagini hai pyaar ki
suno ji suno, hamaari bhi suno
aji meharbaan
hamaari bhi suno

NOVEMBER 22ND

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