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02/16/11 - NNHS Newsletter -
Stupid Cupid

I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day.
When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind
is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.”

- Author Unknown
 

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   Today's Newsletter theme is being revisited from only one year ago today:

http://www.nnhs65.com/02-16-10-NNHS-Stupid-Cupid.html

BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2aJxkmDwBI - Stupid Cupid - Connie Francis, 1959

BONUS #2 - http://www.addictinggames.com/angelico.html - Stupid Cupid Arcade Game



THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

   Happy Birthday this week to:
18 -
The late     Bill Sawyer ('57) (deceased 05/16/06) AND    Brooks Bloxom ('64) of NC;

19 -     Bobby Norris ('62) of VA AND      Linda Lane Lane ('64) of VA AND    Jamey Douglas Bacon ('66) of VA!

20 -    Bobby Callis ('64) of WV;

22 - Ronald Bass ('57) AND Curt Lauterbach ('65) of VA AND Billy Reece ('68) of ID;

23 - Richard Prince ('57)!
 

   Many Happy Returns to You All!

http://www.nnhs65.com/Happy-Birthday.html 


YESTERDAY IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES:
http://www.civilwarinteractive.com/This%20Day/thisday0215.htm


THIS DAY IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES:

http://www.civilwarinteractive.com/This%20Day/thisday0216.htm


      From Harry Covert ('57) of MD - 03/18/11 - "The Covert Letter":
 

Stripes & Stars with Joe Hollywood

Posted: 14 Feb 2011 12:29 PM PST

By     Norman M. Covert  - '61 - of MD)

A business news item out of Philadelphia caught my eye recently, bringing to mind an assignment that took me to Hollywood in 1976. A soldier named Joseph Molina was “on point” as we dove into the world of established stars like Bob Hope and Monty Hall and the whirling dervish of Rock music culture.

Here we are, 35 years later.  National automotive parts and service

Joe Molina & Pep Boys

company Pep Boys announces it selected JMPR Public Relations, Inc. of Woodland Hills, Calif., as its agency of record. The company got its name from the founder, this same Joseph Molina. His is an American success story.

 JMPR’s 2011 “stable” of clients is impressive, adding Petersen publishing empire’s Motor Trend Automotive Group last summer. It still serves “flagship” client Bentley, plus Bugatti Automobiles, Airstream Trailers, Hurst Performance Vehicles, Meguiar’s Inc., Piaggio Aero, and the Mullin Automotive Museum. More to come!

 Joe founded JMPR, Inc. in 1977. It has survived the economic downtown and is among the respected public relations firms in the nation; an accomplishment for a young man whom the military could never appreciate. He was way ahead of the rest of us, but we didn’t know it.

         
Bob Hope and PFC Joe Molina

 Joe, almost 55, was made for Hollywood! He told me several months ago how his dream had come true with JMPR; his family and classic car collection.  I couldn’t help my feeling of paternal pride as we recalled the U. S. Army asking if I could use him on temporary assignment in my division.

  Joe admits on the JMPR website that he’s a dreamer, a fact I picked up on early.

 “Dreaming,” he says, “is an integral part of the service.”

 My first impression was that PFC Joseph Molina would either be the new Don Kirshner in rock music production or a freelance media groupie living by the seat of his pants.  

 Joe enlisted in the Army in 1973 near his Orange County, Calif., home. He was assigned to Fort Monroe, Va., after graduation from the Defense Information School (DINFOS), Ft. Benjamin Harrison, Ind.

 Joe sat down at my desk one morning in 1976, neither of us knowing what

          
Eric Burdon of “War Fame” and Molina

the outcome would be of the working relationship. He was enthusiastic and had a head full of ideas, plus phone contacts in the record industry that soon bombarded us with new vinyl releases, artists’ pictures and copy.

 Our military and civilian staff produced a variety of multi-media soldier information products and we had to determine where Joe’s unorthodox ways could fit on the team.

 His first project was helping me set up a Christmas experience for patients at King’s Daughters Children’s Hospital in Norfolk, Va. He boldly called famous voice characterization star Mel Blanc’s PR firm and shortly afterward I received a call from the star himself.

 Joe’s idea was that Mel’s characters would have a conversation with the kids by speakerphone in the hospital ward. Mel loved the idea, as did Jim Henson of the Muppets who ordered two boxes of character paraphernalia as gifts for the children.

 The talented Mr. Blanc was a joy, calling the hospital ward at the appointed hour “from Hollywood,” interacting as Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam, Barney Rubble, Speed Buggy and other voices the children happily recognized. It was a great start for Joe.

 Joe’s stars aligned again when we were tasked to get out the word to all major Army commands on the new enlisted soldiers’ Skill Qualification Test. Joe suggested we go to Hollywood and convince rock music, movie and television stars to do public service announcements. “Yeah,” I said with skepticism, but he was undeterred.

 Command approved the plan virtually on “spec,” doubting we would return with anything on tape. Joe set up tentative dates and times; I wrote scripts, rounded up a mike and professional tape recorder and the Army published our travel orders.

 My reputation depended on a successful mission, a challenge considering we didn’t enjoy much of a budge, Inc.t. The Army committed only to airplane tickets, per diem and whatever expenses could be proved. Joe and I shared a room in a small motel on Sunset Boulevard and watched every penny. It was quite a contrast to the millions being spent on the All-Volunteer Army initiative – billed by N. W. Ayer, Inc.

 Joe negotiated tenaciously by telephone from one end of Hollywood to the other, Wilshire to Sunset and beyond. He knew when to give me the phone.

 Joe first took me to a nondescript door adjacent to the parking lot at CBS Studio City. It led to legendary “Let’s Make a Deal” game-show host Monty Hall’s dressing room. Mr. Hall was friendly and gracious, but most of all a one-take talent on each of the three PSA scripts.

 When challenged by the Universal Studios gate guard a couple days later, Joe glibly talked us through to get us to “The Waltons” star Richard Thomas. That same gate was featured in the finale of Mel Brooks’ zany “Blazing Saddles.”

 Joe made a cold call through the maze of handlers of the rock group “War,” which was enjoying huge success with big hits “Low Rider” and “Why Can’t We Be Friends?” We were treated to a pre-recording session Q&A schmooze. I cued up the tape and lead singer Eric Burdon read one of my scripts.

 The real coup was our double-teaming of warm-hearted Bob Hope at his Toluca Lake home. He liked my three scripts, but wanted to record them alone in his private studio. Bob Hope could do anything he wanted – and he did it for us.

 We came home loaded with reel-to-reel tapes. Comedienne Carol Burnett was unable to meet us, but her assistant took the scripts. The tapes arrived at Fort Monroe a couple weeks later with an additional three by comedian Tim Conway.

 PFC Molina had found his niche. Gen. William E. DePuy couldn’t have been happier with the PSAs. They were a bargain and were distributed by Armed Forces Radio and Television (AFRT).

 Joe built on his Rolodex™ vision and tenacity in starting JMPR, Inc. I learned to never doubt Joseph Molina’s determination to make things happen.

 Pep Boys made the right decision!

Contact Norman Covert at nmcovert77@aol.com 

   WOWZERONI! Thanks so much, Harry and Norm!


  From Bruce Sims ('56) of VA - 02/12/11 - "Actual School Answering Machine":

Actual School Answering Machine
NNHS is alive & well in Australia

Sounds like some one has it right!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pwghabw4N80

     Thanks, Bruce - I LOVE it!


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/13/11 - "Seven stages of SNOW":
 
I'm sure you have heard of the seven stages of man, from birth to death. As I watched my front yard disappear under a layer of white recently, I realized that we also have seven stages of snow.

In stage one, snow is simply magic. You sit with your nose pressed to the glass, watching the flakes swirl through the air. You beg and cajole until your mother wraps you in enough layers to make movement almost impossible and then waddle out to stand motionless, watching the little shapes as they land on your sleeve. Your head tilts back and you let them fall right into your mouth. The silence lays like a cloak over everything.

Stage two starts when you are old enough to go to school and snow becomes a kind of gambling game. Will there be enough to cancel school? Where we live in Virginia, that can happen with as little as 2", while 6" will paralyze the city. Now you are old enough to dress yourself and you know to stop adding layers before you turn into the Michelin Man. After all, you need to be able to bend down to make a snowman or go sledding.

Anything can be called into service as a sleigh. My favorite was a slightly concave silver circle that had a habit of wobbling and spinning as it slipped down our street. The silly adults who lived in the neighborhood actually objected when we carried snow from the yards back into the street when the pavement started to show.

In the third stage, you suddenly find yourself old enough to be called into snow clearing service. Snow stops looking quite so fluffy and endearing when you have to move several hundred pounds of it. At least, there was still the reward of snow cream, hot chocolate and the fun of playing games and putting together jigsaw puzzles with the family.

In the fourth stage, you are old enough to drive and you have to figure out how to get to work. Since we can easily go two years with no snow at all, no one around here is very good at driving in the snow. Even if I had complete faith in my own abilities, I would have no faith in my fellow drivers. Still, if I am not at home when it starts snowing, I have to drive to get home and it is always a nerve-wracking experience.

It seems that no matter where I have ever lived, there was a steep hill to negotiate. When I was first married, we lived in the mountains and our apartment was at the bottom of a hill. We were just creeping along, not even stepping on the gas, and suddenly my tiny little Corolla headed for a big mail truck like a nail attracted to a magnet. We came to rest with the front headlight nestled against the truck. Aghast, I tried to get out of the car only to discover that the driver's side had buckled all the way to the back door. The mailman pushed me out of the way, said he had no damage and took off. One of those magical snow moments you can treasure forever.

Another time, as I was trying to get home from work, I was indicating a left turn into my subdivision, but the car had other ideas and veered sharply to the right. Never one to argue with something that weighs two tons, I obligingly let the car have its way and parked at the elementary school opposite my street. I got out and walked home. We retrieved the car when the snow melted.

In stage five, you are the parent and you get to pass on all your snow traditions to your children. I found I was just as happy to see snow days as they were. Well, I was happy the first couple days; after that, the thrill began to wear off. In the early years, we were still using our fireplace and I used to make bread dough and put the covered bowls on the hearth to rise. I never mastered the art of making snow cream but pollution had gotten so bad by then, I don't think it would have been good to eat anyway. I was excellent at providing hot chocolate and marshmallows. So what if it is was instant?

By stage six, the children were grown and snow days meant I could stay in my sewing room all day. I don’t waste time baking bread or making cookies anymore. As you get older, you get your priorities straight!

When you reach stage seven, like my mother, you are back to pressing your nose against the glass. Past a certain age, walking in snow is a death-defying act. You could break a hip! You still watch as the front yard is covered up but all you can think is whether you'll be able to get to your regular hairdresser appointment and whether the food will hold out until someone can take you to the grocery store.

   OH, WOW! Thank you so very much, Joyce!


    From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 02/12/11 - "PARKING LOT FUN!":

PARKING LOT FUN!

These kids must have been really bored, but ya gotta give 'em credit for thinking of a novel way to relieve the boredom without doing any harm!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YIrr92QkZU

   WILD GIGGLES! Thanks, Glenn!


  From Jamey Douglas Bacon ('66) of VA - 02/14/11 - "Nursing Home Talent Show":

I can relate to this one.  Get ready to get a good laugh!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jksJceAJdM8 - Nursing Home Talent Show

   MORE WILD GIGGLES! Thanks, Jamey!


  From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA - 02/16/11 - "FIRST JEWISH FEMALE PRESIDENT":

You have to be in our age group to remember this type of humor. 

FIRST JEWISH FEMALE PRESIDENT

The year is 2016 and the United States has elected a woman, Susan Goldfarb, as the first Jewish president.

She calls up her mother a few weeks after election day and says, 'So, Mom, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?'

'I don't think so. It's a ten hour drive, your father isn't as young as he used to be, and my arthritis is acting up again.'

'Don't worry about it Mom, I'll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door.'

'I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy-schmantzy, what on earth would I wear?'

'Oh Mom,' replies Susan, 'I'll make sure you have a wonderful gown, custom-made by the best designer in New York .'

'Honey,' Mom complains, 'you know I can't eat those rich foods you and your friends like to eat.'

The President-elect responds, 'Don't worry Mom. The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New York , kosher all the way. Mom, I really want you to come.'

So Mom reluctantly agrees and on January 20, 2017, Susan Goldfarb is being sworn in as President of the United States .

In the front row sits the new President's mother, who leans over to a senator sitting next to her

'You see that woman over there with her hand on the Torah, becoming President of the United States ??'

The Senator whispers back, 'Yes I do.'

Mom says proudly, 'Her brother is a doctor.

   MORE GIGGLES! Thanks, Norris Sweetie!


FINALLY:

From http://www.stvalentinesday.org/valentines-day-humor.html:


Candy Love

Four-year-old Sam loved candy almost as much as his mom Sally did. He and Daddy had given her a beautiful heart-shaped box of chocolates for Valentine's Day. A few days later Sam was eyeing it, wishing to have a piece of it. As he reached out to touch one of the big pieces, Sally said to him, "If you touch it, then you have to eat it. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes," he said, nodding his head. Suddenly his little hand patted the tops of all the pieces of candy. "Now I can eat them all."


DATES TO REMEMBER:
1. Thursday, March 3, 2011 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on the first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have fiends in that year, go visit with them.

2
. Wednesday, April 13, 2011 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month for a Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club, 1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for reservations.

3. Saturday, April 30, 2011 - The NNHS Class will have a Luncheon. Team Leaders are Mickey Marcella (mcmiceli@verizon.net - 757-249-3800), Betty Hamby Neher (bjneher@cox.net - 757-898-5099), and Dr. Harry Simpson (hdsdds@aol.com - 804-694-0346). - CLASS OF 1954

. Saturday, July 9, 2011 (6:30 PM to 11:30 PM) - The Class of 1971 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at Newport News Marriott at City Center, 740 Town Center Drive, Newport News. For details, contact Richard Rawls at Richard@Rawls.com - CLASS OF 1971

5. Saturday, August 20, 2011 - The Class of 1966 will hold its 45-Year Reunion at the Warwick Yacht Club, Newport News.  Further details will be available soon from Dee Hodges Bartram at dhbartram@cox.net - CLASS OF 1966


PRAYER ROLL :

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 02/14/11

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  Y'all take good care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER!  We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                           Love to all, Carol

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Stupid Cupid

Written by Howard Greenfield (15 Mar 1936 – 04 Mar 1986) and Neil Sedaka (b. 13 Mar 1939)

Recorded by Connie Francis, 1958
(b.12 Dec 1938)
 

Stupid Cupid, you're a real mean guy
I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly
I'm in love and it's a crying shame
And I know that you're the one to blame
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me

I can't do my homework and I can't think straight
I meet him every morning 'bout half past eight
I'm acting like a lovesick fool
You've even got me carrying his books to school
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me

You mixed me up for good right from the very start
Hey now, go play Robin Hood with somebody else's heart

You got me jumping like a crazy clown
And I don't feature what you're putting down
Well, since I kissed his loving lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me

You got me jumping like a crazy clown
And I don't feature what you're putting down
Well, since I kissed his loving lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me

Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me


"Stupid Cupid" midi courtesy of http://www.garyrog.50megs.com/ at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/13/10
Thanks, Dave!

"Stupid Cupid" lyrics courtesy of http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/c/conniefrancis5974/stupidcupid505749.html - 02/16/10

Anti-Valentine Day title clip art courtesy of My Niece, Shari, of VA - 02/14/10
GIGGLES! Thanks, Shari!

Rose Cupids Divider Line clip art courtesy of - well, I don't know, but it's been in my files since 03/29/05

Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Animated USMC Flag clip art courtesy of http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/KevsGifsGalore/Patriotic.html - 06/18/03

Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of the late Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who fought in WWII
Thanks again, Herbie!

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

Animated Laughing Woman courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/23/09
Thanks, Joyce!

Animated Big Hugs Smiley clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 06/19/09
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

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