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The first time I went to Mule Camp, I was staying in a hotel in Oakwood, which is a little town a few miles south of Gainesville. Mule Camp was still at Cherokee which is in Gainesville at the time. I think it was 2000. Anyway, I'm in my room and I hear this siren going off and it's going on and on and on. And I'm wondering what's that all about. Later someone comes and knocks on my door. They wanted to know if I was all right, because I had not come to the lobby. Why, I asked, should I have come to the lobby? Didn't I hear the tornado siren?? The what? Couple years ago I was watching this show called Bull. That's where Tony went when he quit NCIS. And they're in a courthouse in Texas, and the tornado sirens went off, so everybody went down in the basement. There's an online story, and they are campaigning in a little town in Oklahoma, and the tornado sirens go off, and they all went down in the basement. Apparently tornado sirens is a thing everywhere. Except here. Before that Mule Camp trip, I not only never heard any before, I had never heard of any before. We have tornadoes occasionally. But we don't have tornado sirens. Is Florida the only place that don't have them?

That really says something about the game. When you got one guy that's so bored he fell asleep. Then you have another guy that's so bored he decided to build a tower on the sleeping guy's head. And then you got another dozen or so people that are so bored they're recording the tower builder. And, of course, most of the seats are empty.

1973 Hollywood boys choir. Back row left to right, Reed, Malloy, Charles Nelson Reilly, Lou Grant Next row, Glenn Ford, Fred Sanford, Jack Carter, Quentin McHale Front row, Duke and the mouth that roared

So when you say greetings and saltation, you're welcoming the kangaroos?

You take that picture yesterday? I see she's wearing Sunday overalls.

El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora de los Angeles The city of our Lady of the Angels

That's horse feathers. Tootsie frootsie is a day at the races.

It's an interesting thought. Which would be more painful? The recoil? Or the explosion?

Ice cream! Get your tootsie footsie ice cream!!

Joe, I think you're going to have to look real hard to find somebody that calls a pig a swine and a cow a kine. It's not that we don't know the terms. We just don't use them.

Big League Chew. Came in a pouch like Red Man, so you can stand out there on the pitcher's mound at your Little League game, and get you a couple fingers full out of your pouch and stick it in your mouth and chew it, just like a real big leaguer. I was too old for bubble gum when Big League and the tape measure came along. So I never used either. And I never heard of Bub's Daddy. Don't know if that was a regional thing or what.