e piph a ny
-noun plural-nies…
…4) a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
Well, it is Sunday, (check your local listings, Marshall Island residents are exempted from this opening statement)…”Kommool tata”…” You are quite welcome.
No, you are completely correct, I do need to find a topic and get going…but it is Sunday morning and there should be at least one day when I don’t have to (try) and make a specific point. Isn’t it?…the day, not the point.
Anyway, don’t get nervous am still trying to decide whether to follow the epiphanistic trail or go to the Marshall Islands…let’s do both!
Epiphany (no relation to Mr Hanney, incredibly cool character actor from the sixties by the name of Pat Buttram)…hey look at this!
Maxwell Emmett “Pat” Buttram(June 19, 1915 – January 8, 1994) was an American actor, best known for playing the sidekick of Gene Autry and the character of Mr. Haney in the TV series Green Acres. He had a distinctive voice which, in his own words, “… never quite made it through puberty. It has been described as sounding like a handful of gravel thrown in a Mix-Master”.
(damn, I did not know that about his being a sidekick** to Gene Autry) (Hell, let’s not stop there, tell us more!)
Buttram was born in Addison, Alabama, to Wilson McDaniel Buttram, a Methodist minister, and his wife Mary Emmett Maxwell. He had an older brother named Augustus McDaniel Buttram, as well as five other elder siblings. When “Pat” Buttram was a year old, his father was transferred to Nauvoo, Alabama. Buttram graduated from high school in Jefferson County, then entered Birmingham Southern College to study for the ministry. He performed in college plays and on a local radio station, before he became a regular on the “WLS National Barn Dance” in Chicago.
Buttram went to Hollywood in the 1940s to become a “sidekick” to Roy Rogers. However, since Rogers already had two regulars, Buttram was soon dropped. He was then picked by Gene Autry, recently returned from his World War II service in the Army Air Force, to work with him. Buttram would co-star with Gene Autry in more than 40 films, and in over 100 episodes of Autry’s television show
In 1952 Buttram married actress Sheila Ryan. They remained married until her death in 1975. He retired from acting in 1980, and made his home in Winston County, Alabama. However, he soon returned to California, where he made frequent personal appearances.
Pat Buttram died of kidney failure in Los Angeles, California in 1994, aged 78. He was buried in the cemetery at Maxwell Chapel in Haleyville, Alabama.
(Above courtesy of wikipedia on my damn computer, just waiting for me to cite, reference and op cit they asses off)
Since we gots a tribute thing going here, we really owe it to the guy to show at least one video clip, from Green Acres.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nlTxgMLlsUDamn! Some temporal/cultural bridges are simply not cross-able! Oh What I would give for some advanced internet/blogging skills…to (be able) do a voice over like those guys at Mystery Science Theatre… What? no, you do not have to sit through 9 minutes of Gene Autry…was intended just to see a young Pat Buttram.
Make a point? Well, we must always make reference, hopefully impart new information about the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers) in each and every Post. Now, as to tying together the loosed strings introduced in this Post, there you are on your own.
I would say this, you know how three day holidays seem to have become viewed as an essential right of every individual in our culture? As inalienable as the right to watch television, and while not as important as the right to arm bears, certainly more important the right to accessible health care. There is a sense when something like this year happens, i.e. the 4th of July (the actual holiday) falls on a Sunday (the holiday that god gave us) that it is not fair, that somehow we are losing a holiday day. And the response is: then we should have Monday as the real holiday day off, ya know!?!
My point, (and Wakefield Doctrine Lesson of the Day) is this: the basic premise behind/below/beneath/under the whole Wakefield Doctrine is that there are three ways to view/relate to the world at large. We call these three ways: clarks, scotts and rogers. Today’s lesson is to answer the question, which of the three would have been the one to insist that we have the right to a three day weekend for certain holidays? (Pick one) clarks, scotts and rogers which would have insisted that even though Sunday is the Fourth (of July) that we deserve to have Monday, the Fifth (of July) be treated as a holiday?
Answer the question correctly and you will win a hat (for your damn head). (usual restrictions apply)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_GifneHm6g http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94AF_-RIl0E*Slovenian: “Happy Fourth of July, even if it is on the fifth this year”
** sidekick: “companion or close associate,” 1906, shortened from side-kicker (1903, in an O.Henry story), Amer.Eng., of unknown origin. Earlier terms were side-pal (1886), side-partner (1890).



Willie. Nice.
I’m thinkin a clark…ol Willie is way to over-something. His songs, in particular his melodies are way too…complicated is not the right word…convoluted…yeah! thats the word I lookin for…convoluted…pretty and enjoyable but about six steps extra in every song…
and there is a distance in his eyes…the eyes of a clark are notable for what they are not…not (entirely) focused on the present, what everyone else would swear is the only reality… Will….eee
Could not agree more. Willie is a clark extaordinaire. Able to accomodate varied styles of music as if there are no styles of music—all just music.–like a clark. Even songs he does not write, he sings ’em…different. More notes. More hesitations in the vocals. Just a little off the rhythm–but still just right. Only a clark could do it–or want to. Inveterate pothead too. Pot is a clark drug if there ever was one. All that cogitation and introspection. And clarks find that relaxing. Scares me to death.
….and his (Willie’s) voice is soothing like warm milk on a sleepless night….