Website Review: Filmsite

Filmsite “is an award-winning website for classic film buffs, students, moviegoers and anyone else interested in the great movies of the last century. Detailed plot synopses, review commentary and film reference material are just some of the features available on the site.” They feature dozens of best of lists, a history of the Oscars, movie quotes (second worst quote: “Nobody buts Baby in a corner.”) greatest scenes, biography’s of stars and directors, and reviews. A comprehensive, fun and addictive site.

Anytime Potato Salad

Some meals are thought of as seasonal, and for most people potato salad is a summertime side dish. I can eat it anytime, so that is the title I came up with for our version. I rarely use measurements when I cook anything, so you will need to season to taste. It’s better to start with a little, then add more if desired.

Potatoes, cubed (boiled but not overdone, unless you want mashed potato salad)

Eggs (boiled and shelled and diced. Usually one egg per pound of potatoes)

Onion (diced, one for a medium size batch, two for a large)

Mayonnaise (we prefer the real stuff)

Ranch Salad Dressing (the secret ingredient, just add a dollop. That means just a bit, not too much)

Mustard (Spicy Brown!)

Ground Thyme, Dill weed, Paprika, Caraway Seed, Celery Seed, Parsley, Salt and Pepper

Mix it all together then eat it warm right out of the bowl. If there is any left chill it and serve as a side dish for your Memorial Day, Fourth of July or Labor Day picnics. It’s also great for your Thanksgiving, Christmas and Groundhog Day get togethers. Bon Apetit!

Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury

One of the reasons we share what we enjoy with others is because it gives us a chance to engage with like minded people. This book, music, series, movie is so terrific that I have to share it with you. And once I have done that if you enjoy it like I do, we can discuss it, we are both part of the club. That is how I think of Ray Bradbury. If you ask someone if they have read him and they have you end up in a conversation about your mutual enjoyment of his stories of imagined places, magical situations, thrilling action and strange people. Ray Bradbury was a master of fantasy writing, one of the best writers of the last 100 years. His stories can be humanistic, contain empathy, usually employs likable characters, and has enough mystery and weirdness to keep your attention through hundreds of short stories. Ray lived from 1920 to 2012 and in addition to short stories he wrote novels, poems, screenplays, essays, plays, operas and teleplays. His work was adapted for comics, movies, radio and television. I could go on about him but the best thing would be for you to visit your local library, bookstore or go online and get a copy of one of his short story collections. The novels can come later but first you have to sample the short stories. Try The Illustrated Man, The October Country or I Sing The Body Electric. If you like what you read don’t forget to spread the word, and welcome to the club.

The Roundup

Grain Bin Abstract By David Jacobi is an extensive recipe and cooking site that also offers nutritional information, a forum and a free newsletter.

AdFlip says it is the “worlds largest archive of classic print ads.” It seems most of the content is for paying members, but you can browse through quite a few free examples.

Cyndi’s Listhas been a trusted genealogy research site for more than 20 years. Cyndi’s List is free for everyone to use and it is meant to be your starting point when researching online.” I have relied on this site for research many times over the years. One of the very best genealogical resources on the web.

While Amazon has succeded in convincing many that they have the lowest prices online, take a minute to check out BookFinder. They have “made it easy to find any book at the best price. Whether you want the cheapest reading copy or a specific collectible edition, with BookFinder, you’ll find just the right book. searches the inventories of over 100,000 booksellers worldwide, accessing millions of books in just one simple step.”

A Flying Fish Tale

Silver Carp

It was the last day of our long summer weekend getaway with the family. Our son in law Jesse invited Shelly and I out for a cruise on the water in his new fishing boat. I sat in the fore, Shelly the middle and Jesse manned the outboard. Once we got out of the no wake zone Jesse opened it up and the cabins on the shore behind us got smaller and smaller. We were talking over the engine, commenting on the weather and landscape, and enjoying the little excursion. I was looking forward when suddenly there was a loud thud. I turned around and asked Jesse if we had hit something. He said no, a fish had just jumped in the boat. Peering over the bench between us sure enough, there was a silver carp over two feet long flopping around at his feet. Jesse had slowed the boat while we were looking at it, and we decided to leave it be for now and continue on our tour. He told us that the day before he had talked to some fellow fishermen, and they related the story of a boater who was knocked out by one of these fish, fell overboard and drowned. This tale, if true, meant these things could do more than injure you. We decided to continue on to a certain point then turn back. As we cruised along we looked back and could see big carp jumping out of the wake the boat was leaving. While Jesse was turned looking at them I tossed a life jacket at his leg. He jumped and cussed before chuckling at the prank. We headed back for shore, and I was thinking this was a memorable way to end our weekend when suddenly another huge carp jumped into the boat, smacking Jesse’s leg and shooting green poop all over the place. Shelly, who had been a little nervous about the situation before, was now making it known to anyone who could hear that we were being attacked and she wanted out of this boat NOW! We made it to shore and helped her onto land where she retreated to the safety of our cabin. While Jesse was washing the green goo off his legs in the water I thanked him for a memorable boat ride. He grinned, “Anytime!”

The Magic Trick

Jeff was a neighborhood boy who lived across the street and up a couple of houses from mine when I was growing up. He was a year or so older than me and I thought he was pretty cool. His mom was divorced and worked full time. It was the 1970’s and he wore his hair long like mine. We both had a sense of humor and got along well with each other. He had a paper route like many boys of that time, and I would help him deliver newspapers sometimes. One afternoon we were messing around in his mom’s office, waiting for the newspaper drop off time, when he asked if I wanted to see a magic trick. Of course I did, so he took out a match and asked, “You want to see a match burn twice.” “Sure,” I said, wondering how this was going to work. He lit the match, “Here’s once.” Blowing the match out he said, “And here’s twice,” reaching to touch my forearm with the still glowing match head. “Ahh,” I pulled away before he could get me. We both laughed at the joke and watched as the match cooled and stopped smoking. “Let’s go get the papers,” he said as he tossed the match into the plastic garbage can next to the desk. We hopped on our bikes and rode off to pick up the newspapers, fold them and deliver his route. It was a light load and he said he didn’t need any help so I took off back home. I got about half way down our street when I heard then saw fire engines, stopping right where we lived and smoke rising from a house. Of course I thought it was my house, but when I got close enough I could see it was Jeff’s. Immediately I turned my bike around to get Jeff. When I found him with his newspapers I told him his house was on fire and he needed to come quick. He didn’t believe me until I convinced him to just go around the corner and look down our street. He did and we rode our bikes as fast as we could to his house, which now had black smoke billowing out of the windows while the fire fighters hosed it down. It was a disaster for the family, who had to find someplace to stay while the mess was sorted out and the decision was made whether to rebuild or move. A few days after the fire Jeff’s mom wanted to show us both something inside inside of the burned out house. We went to where her office used to be and she pointed to a flat circle of melted plastic on the floor. “The fire inspector told me this was where the fire started,” she said. It was the remains of the trash can. Neither one of us up to that point had any idea we had caused the fire. Jeff confessed about the “magic trick” with the match. His mom told us if anything even close to this happened again she would make sure we reached adulthood in a juvenile home. They ended up rebuilding and Jeff and I had a few more years together before we drifted apart, but burning down his house was one of the highlight events of our friendship.