Just in case you missed the first time . . .
- 31 December: Here’s to the New Year
- 24 December: ‘Tis the night before Christmas
- 20 December: From Macy’s to Dickens on the plains
- 12 December: Eden rocked
- 9 December: The aftermath, continued . . .
- 8 December: Immediate aftermath
- 7 December: The date still lives in infamy
- 5 December: The mean widdle man-kid
- 21 November: Freed fall
- 20 November: A twin triumph for Lurene Tuttle
We’re building a history here . . .
Tag Archives: Chester Lauck
If Amos ‘n’ Andy had been Ozark whites instead of Chicagoland blacks, they might be Lum & Abner.
Like the Fresh Aire Taxi Company barely-operators, Lum Edwards and Abner Peabody are smarter than they sound, not so smart as they think, and good for a more-than-periodic fleecing by a shifty slicker. Rock-bottom romantics in their idiosyncratic manner, also like Amos ‘n’ Andy, the pair are honest-to-God enterpreneurs who only have the same problem making ends come to within sight of each other as every third American during the Depression era. And they aren’t averse to a little flim-flamming . . . so long as they’re the flim-flammers and not the flim-flammees.
The Pine Ridge philosophickers, unafraid to step just slightly beyond their serial element for the right occasion, have just that in this holiday classic. And if you think you can smell the potbelly stove burning, hear the occasional clatter of store wares, or even sense what Gerald Nachman would call a horsefly crawling across a sack of feed, when you listen to this quiet, rustic, but hardly dull-witted rural slice-of-life, just wait until you smell and sense the snow and the occasional brisk, slicing shaft of wind tonight.