In 1985, my radio career was soaring. I was co-hosting the hugely successful WQMF-FM morning radio "Show With No Name." My partner Ron Clay was a shrewd, sardonic, soured-on-life hippie guy. He was brilliant and always had something clever to throw out on the air. We could finish each other's sentences with goofy riffs about society, celebrities, and politicians. We did outrageous things. We used sound effects to make it seem as if we were broadcasting from around the world. We lied a lot. We giggled at each other's provocative setups. We were juvenile delinquents trapped in grownup bodies. Rude boys throwing conventional broadcast techniques out the window. Radio stations in Los Angeles, New York, and Philadelphia sent employment inquiries. None of those
Barack Obama has released a new book reflecting upon his two terms as President of the United States. In it, he lauds many accomplishments and critiques some issues that fell short. VOX book review "Again and again, he concludes he always made the best of a set of bad choices." With a Joe Biden presidency on the horizon, pundits are sounding alarms that America needs to awaken to recapture the spirit of the Obama era. Obama’s #APromisedLand shows how he got there & left most of his people behind. It shatters any lingering illusions of him being a fighting Joshua & shows his captivity to Wall Street greed, Pentagon militarism & refusal to confront massive black social misery & U.S. poverty! https://t.co/aV6njYZSll — Cornel
THE BEASMAN we want bama WE WANT BAMA! WE WANT BAMA! GO BIG BLUE! GO CATS! BAMA IS GOIN DOWN! BAMA AIN’T NOBODY! THEY BUSPOSABLY IS RANKED NUMBER ONE BUT AMERICA AIN’T SEEN WHAT KENTUCKY CAN DO YET! WE IS BRINGIN THE PAIN TRAIN TO TUSCALOOSER! (laffs) WE IS KENTUCKY! WE’S THE BIG BLUE! AWWWW C-A-T-S CATS! CATS! CATS! WE DONE PUT A WHOOPIN ON THEM SMARTY PANTS VANDERSMELT NERDS BUT WE DINT USE NONE OF OUR GOOD PLAYS. NAW…WE SAVIN THEM FOR BAMA CUZ STOOPS KNOWS WHEN WE BEAT BAMA THEN WE IS #1! (laffs) WE GONNA CRUSH SABAN’S SISSIES BY USIN TWO QUARTERBACKS, THE ONE WHO CAN RUN DOWN LOW AND THE ONE WHO CAN PASS SETTIN UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!
The story of my "rather homely, undeveloped, and uneducated great great grandmother Minnie Katzenberger is posted below. Born in Bavaria in 1867, Minnie went on to marry a Voll, my dad's mother's name. Christina Voll married George Meiners in 1912 and they had 10 children, one of whom was my dad Mel Meiners. So how did the Meiners family name launch in America? My son Simon turned up this research: "The oldest ancestor I can find is Mel’s great-grandfather, Johann Gerhard “George” Meiners (1835-1909). Came on a ship from Germany to New Orleans in 1857. First looked for work in Saint Louis but later settled in Louisville. Married Mel’s great-grandmother Maria Lemke in 1859. After she died of dropsy in 1884, he
There was a time in the 1970s when two of the most famous faces in the world were tied to Louisville. Muhammad Ali and Colonel Harland Sanders remain world famous long after their deaths. Ali's humanitarian work shines in spite of a tumultuous era where he promoted racial segregation with Nation of Islam. The Muhammad Ali Center in Louisville educates visitors on the importance of diversity and inclusion. Colonel Sanders launched to superstardom through fried chicken, ultimately franchising his secret recipe all around the world. But this 1960s appearance on What's My Line showcased him as an unknown entrepreneur just about to ascend the ladder of fame.
My son Simon does research for a living. He turned up the salacious 1884 info about Minnie Katzenberger and her father's unlucky 1904 duel with a rival suitor. Simon sent this intriguing story today. "I found this April 1, 1898 C-J article about a “C. Katzenberger” (not sure if he’s family, but it’s certainly possible). He was known for carrying around a much-coveted mockingbird that sang songs for people. Eventually he traded it to a grocer at Rubel & Breckinridge for a barrel of flour. He told the grocer exactly where to hang the cage. Then one day he returned, stole the bird, and traded it to a blacksmith for two sledgehammers. Cops arrested him for grand larceny. Gotta respect the grift,