From The Vault : Judy Judy Judy - The Kenner Star 1999

    From 1999 I present a piece I did on the lady known in the gay community as "Miss Judy Garland."  The main reason I am presenting this particular column at this particular time is that I have recently discovered the original interview, which was done on an ancient Uhrer reel to reel tape recorder in 1967 and I hope to soon transfer it to digital format which you can access here.

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From The Vault: The Caliph of Clink - Kenner Star 1996

    I was really anticipating a great afternoon of baseball in front of the tube.  LSU was playing Miami in the College World Series in Omaha.  Actually I have not followed professional  baseball all that much since I was a kid in the 50s and 60s, and college baseball got, basically, none of my attention at all.
    As the first few innings went along, I was only mildly involved, and was actually nodding off as I lay on my beanbag in the den. Then it happened. 

From The Vault :Traveling With Father Clancy - Kenner Star 1998

    As a good Catholic boy, I am aware that many mothers of same, at one time or another, think about their sons becoming priests.  Frankly, my mother never mentioned the subject to me, but I have always wondered what she would have thought about one episode of my life that gave me a chance to see things from the other side of the collar.

From The Vault : Pardon My Blooper - The Kenner Star from 1998 & 2010

   Turn on a TV set any day this week and you’ll hear  words we couldn’t say on the air when I was starting out in broadcasting. Cable TV notwithstanding, it seems any show that wants to stay on the air has to have a few of “h” and “d” words. But now the dreaded “a” word has crept into nightly prime time television,  along with a couple of “b” words. In the old days, the only way those words got on the air was accidentally,  in “live” shows. We called them Bloopers.

From The Vault: Elisabeth and the Easter Bunny - Kenner Star 1996

    It was Easter, 1990.  Elisabeth, my youngest,  was about 9 months old, and was complaining that I never take her to see the Easter Bunny.  (Please note, in some previous columns I have tried to keep my children from embarrassment by not using their real names-- at their request.  I usually refer to them as  Megan and Jennifer. But I now have their permission to use their real names, and so I shall. Besides, I could never remember which one I was talking about).

    But I digress.
    So, I decided to take her to get her photo taken with the Easter Bunny at the  Mall. This is, of course, where children may go see Santa Claus at Christmas time, and, I think,  even a pumpkin at Thanksgiving.     
    Being the cheapskate that I am, I brought along my video camera so I would only have to pay for the still photo and not the video that the concession people would be happy to take for me.
    Although Elisabeth was eager to see the Easter Bunny up close, being only 9 months old she felt she had to pretend to be scared of this person in a costume with an extremely large head.