Burning Babies, Johnny Carson & Toga
One thing that seems to have emerged from my battling these hell sent health demons – is that, I would assume during the open chest procedure, the surgeon nicked my sentimentality gland – yep, seems to have split it wide open and now I have no more control. At all. Go ahead, drop a hat and sentimentality floods my system, overwhelming me when I least expect it.
I remember back when I was going to school (
professionally drinking), seeking the fruits of knowledge and self-actualization thru the pursuit ( of as many women as possible) of a sharper mind and the cultivation of refined sensibilities ( toga, toga, toga). Anyways, there were instances in which I remember, thru the fog of knowledge, spending entire nights throwing children and babies into great bonfires, around which we huddled and sang beach & camp songs. I felt nothing then. To me, the kids were just chatty, whiny kindling. But now – it’s all changed.
The silliest things get me all emotional, like what can I give you as an example – oh ok, how about this, I sort of care about my kids. I know, weird right? A few years ago, Charlie Sheen looked positive deep compared to me, caring & emotion is just so unlike me. Now, it’s all different – I’d have to be pretty thoroughly huffed on gasoline to consider using either of my kids for kindling. Unless they disturb me during a particularly good episode of Dog – The Bounty Hunter or Toddlers & Tiaras…. they know not to disturb daddy when his stories are on…. Mind you I’m not saying I wouldn’t burn em’ – I’m just saying I would most likely feel bad about it afterwards, whereas before…. nada. It’s just one of the little ways that show I’ve matured. I accepted these changes as they’ve come, BUT there are limits.
I think the doll fixation may have been an outcropping of my overacting sentimentality (I know I said I wouldn’t write about her anymore, but… have you seen her? How can I not write about her?) being overly attracted to things I have no right being attracted to. Here’s another example. Do you like magazines? I do, don’t mind flipping thru just about any one of them, but today I’m talking about the latest issue of Vanity Fair, the current Hollywood Edition. There is a story on Freddie deCordova, he was Johnny Carson’s producer for many years at the tonight show. Johnny Carson used to host a talk show on Television, back, before the internet – he was a big star just like Justin Bieber or Lady Gaga… see, see what I did there – I “Related” to my younger readers, who may not know there was entertainment and stars “B.B.” or Before Bieber…
Anyways the story in Vanity Fair is really about his wife – after his death, she ran out of money and all her friends stayed away, they move with the money you see, no money no friends – eventually she ended up moving to live in Mexico with her maid of 40 years. She had paid the maid quite well and the maid was now pretty well off by Mexican standards and seeing how far her former employer had fallen, she asked her to come with when she retired. Pretty sad and quite touching at the same time. Her maid was her closest friend and the maid ended up taking care of her until Mrs DeCordova died. That’s not what caught my attention – it was their house. The DeCordova house was the single most beautiful house I have ever seen in my life. Located in Beverly Hills, with a phenomenal view, and a stunning interior and stupendous exterior. There isn’t a major star from the late 50’s to the late 80’s who hasn’t been in that house. That’s not what stuns, it’s the house itself.
It reeks of old Hollywood swagger and boasts modern new conveniences and for a very reasonable 7.5 million dollars can be yours… and I can feel the swells of obsession and cresting emotion once again…. I want the house, bad….. check out these pixs….
These are just a few of the highlights, and I never even showed you the bedrooms, kitchen or bathrooms or grand staircase and entryway…. the whole place is just unbelievable and I promise you, when finally I marry my Barbie… this is where we will consummate our marriage vows…. and you are all invited to share in my joy.
Have a Great Day