Tuesday, March 8, 2016

everyone knew her as Nancy

but everyone knew her as Nancy

Her film name was Nancy Davis.

She appeared in 11 MGM movies.

1949 East Side, West Side Helen Lee (as Nancy Davis)
1949 The Doctor and the Girl Mariette Esmond (as Nancy Davis)
1950 Shadow on the Wall Dr. Caroline Canford (as Nancy Davis)
1950 The Next Voice You Hear... Mrs. Mary Smith (as Nancy Davis)
1951 It's a Big Country: An American Anthology Miss Coleman (as Nancy Davis)
1951 Night Into Morning Mrs. Katherine Mead (as Nancy Davis)
1952 Shadow in the Sky Betty Hopke (as Nancy Davis)
1952 Talk About a Stranger Marge Fontaine (as Nancy Davis)
1953 Donovan's Brain Janice Cory (as Nancy Davis)
1957 Hellcats of the Navy - with Ronnie Nurse Lt. Helen Blair (as Nancy Davis)
1958 Crash Landing Helen Williams (as Nancy Davis)

Later in life she was associated with someone who NEEDED a brain.

Sometimes a curse is a gift in disguise. Alzheimer's prevented her husband from remembering the movies she had been in.

Well, she died.

And the next day it snowed.

Rumor has it he married her because she went down, down, down...

Monday, March 7, 2016


'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

There is nothing "cute" about acute alcoholism.

Pat Nixon was an acute alcoholic.

Betty Ford was an acute alcoholic.

Richard Nixon was ballistic insane so Pat was in denial-escapism. Who cares? Really!

Richard Nixon's strange behavior and gestures, more frequent drinking and extreme paranoia, observed by the Secret Service agents charged with guarding the President, is revealed on the 40th anniversary of disgraced Richard Nixon’s resignation in a new book.

So, to the point... My sister has a friend who recently lost his second wife to acute alcoholism. And there was NOTHING cute about it.

Failure has a friend - in the bottle.

Of course, there has never been a shortage of alcoholics on the planet...

Many alcoholics are escaping from themselves. They have not lived up to their delusions of grandeur and choose medication over interpretation.

I know nothing of dreams... I know nothing of interpretation... I know nothing...

But I suspect acute alcoholism is nothing more than a sign of the times... dreams gone bad.

The prince on the white horse rode by while the dreamer was asleep.

The glass slipper dropped and shattered.

The golf course went belly up.

The cow farted.

And, the next day it snowed.