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"If a city doesn't have sufficient density, as in L.A., then strange things happen." (Image by Fred von Lohmann.)

The Wall Street Journal brings us “A Talking Head Dreams of a Perfect City,” an article in which the well-traveled and though-provoking singer-songwriter David Byrne (who also has his own cool web presence) describes the features he appreciates (and doesn’t) in an urban center. It’s a fun read. An excerpt about a seldom-discussed benefit of a good-sized city:

“A city can’t be too small. Size guarantees anonymity—if you make an embarrassing mistake in a large city, and it’s not on the cover of the Post, you can probably try again. The generous attitude towards failure that big cities afford is invaluable—it’s how things get created. In a small town everyone knows about your failures, so you are more careful about what you might attempt. Every time I visit San Francisco I ask out loud ‘Why don’t I live here? Why do I choose to live in a place that is harder, tougher and, well, not as beautiful?’ The locals often reply, “You don’t want to live here. It looks like a city, but it’s really a small village. Everyone knows what you’re doing.’ Oh, OK. If you say so. It’s still beautiful.”

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"The news of the egg boiling spread quickly."

In the same year that the first New York resident died by electric chair, a much more sanguine use of voltage was displayed: A Manhattan electric supply company boiled an egg with electricity for (perhaps) the first time in NYC history. Wow! A story about this amazing march of scientific progress ran in the July 13, 1890 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. An excerpt:

“The novel experiment of boiling eggs by electricity was tried recently in the office of the electric supply company, Cincinnati, in the masonic temple, on Third street. Of course they were boiled in water, but electricity was the heating agent. Luke Lilley, the city’s assistant electrician, was chief cook. Charley Marshall, the underwriter’s agent, ate the first egg boiled by the agency of the subtle current. It required six amperes (quantity of electricity) and ninety-six volts (pressure or force) to accomplish the operation with about two quarts of water in a huge tin cup, the electric current being connected through the handle of the cup. The news of the egg boiling spread quickly, and as it was about lunch time, brokers, bulls and bears, bankers, insurance men and lawyers crowded the office. About thirteen dozen eggs were consumed, the only disappointment being that a drink did not go with each egg.”

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Jay Leno: Someone wants my autograph, Mavis.

Autograph Collection (World leaders, Celebrities, Sports, Politics)

For the past many years I have been collecting autographs and have had correspondence with some of the most famous people in the world. I have amassed a collection of around 200 items:

Some of my favorites include:

Fidel Castro
Gerald Ford
Three Doors Down
Arnold Palmer
Jack Nikolaus (Personal Page long letter)
Danica Patrick
All US Governors (Besides 4)
Most Current US Senators
Hamid Karzai
Sandra Day O’Connor (Signed Photo + personal page long letter)
Bob Barker
Barbra Streisand
Jay Leno

I have kept all autographs in protective sleeves. Please email me for pictures of the collection.

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Keyboards, karate, crappy sci-fi costumes and male pattern baldness have never been combined so powerfully as in this brilliant 1980s music clip. Thank you to the ever-funny and demented Robert Popper for posting this craziness.

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These creeps really have a high opinion of themselves. It makes me so angry. This clip was apparently part of some sort of Mormon educational film and comes to us from the very twisted geniuses at Found Footage Festival.

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Gypsy taboo’s & jellousy – $1000000

Hello people,
today’s topic is, taboo’s & jellousy,
there’s so many rules in the Romania that make people do things they shouldn’t,
for instance, say a husband an wife attend a party, and it just so happends his wires x is there,
why is it that the husband is aloud to shake his hand and say let bygons be bygons to prevent trouble,
wile the wife sits there an sez, why is my husband talking to my X? Now all,
the people are gonna think, maybe thier both gonna messaround with her tonight,
now I can’t blame a woman for getting angry at her husband, now he’s braking the (rules)
and it goes the same way vice versa if his x wife was there, were not guyzhey,
cuz guyzhey still keep intouch in devorce, but we can’t do those thing cuz we have a reputation
to protect, so if you do find yourself an a common situation like that,
just make believe that person isn’t there and go on with your night, don’t even make eye
contact, cuz the consequence could be devastating, that’s a taboo.

The sad thing in the Romania is jellousy,
it’s sad for me to say,lots of Roma don’t like to see eachother get ahead in life, they don’t wanna see
you drive a nice car, wear exspensive things, and have a nice place, in romaness thier called
duzhmya, and thier everywhere, even sometimes the people you deal with are your enemy.

"Overrated." (Image by Matt Yohe.)

it doesn’t always have to be the poor people that are jellous on what you got, cuz the people that are less fortunate then you just like what you have,
an I believe it gives them inspiration to achieve some glitz an glam, an may god give us all what we desire, for the rich & poor,
the duzhmya are the people that have alot already, thier just affraid you might catch up with them, and trust me, they don’t want that to happen, that’s why you need to stay away from people like that, here’s a clue! (((The person that sez thier the most happy for you)))
I’m gypsy James, an this is my daily colum, p.s I think the iphone4 is overrated.

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"Disreputable looking but vicious billy goat." (Image by Steve Ford Elliott.)

People did whatever the hell they wanted to do in Brooklyn in 1900. If you felt like being a hermit and keeping a pet goat, sure, why not.  Not surprisingly, these asinine decisions sometimes turned out badly. That was the case with a recluse and his hollow-horned buddy as chronicled in the March 6, 1900 edition of the Brooklyn Daily News. An excerpt:

“William Randall, an aged recluse, was found dying of cold and exhaustion in a squalid hovel at 442 Graham avenue last night. His only companion and protector was a disreputable looking but vicious billy goat, who vigorously resented the intrusion of neighbors who sought to relieve the starving man.

Randall, who is 85 years old, has for the past six months been living the life of a hermit in a little one story frame house, formerly used as a stable. He was seen seldom by neighbors and was generally accompanied by the goat who followed him much after the fashion of a dog. Randall had not been seen for nearly a week and when groans were heard last night neighbors decided to investigate. When the door was forced open there was a sound of rapid hoof beats and the goat with lowered horns charged at the intruders. They retreated and summoned Policeman Melton of the Herbert street station who advanced into the place with drawn club. The goat immediately renewed the attack, but was stunned by a blow from the policeman’s stick. With a pitiful bleat the old man’s defender rolled over on the dirt covered floor. He was made helpless by binding his legs.

The old man was found lying on a heap of mildewed hay in a corner with a board serving as a pillow. His long white hair was matted and covered with dirt, which increased the ghastly appearance of his emaciated features. There was no fire nor food in the place. A call for an ambulance brought Dr. Halpin of the Eastern District Hospital. He said the man was on the verge of starvation and hurriedly conveyed him to St. Catherine’s Hospital. Randall was delirious and muttered continually, ‘Alone and dying. My only friend, Billy.’

At the hospital this morning the physician in charge said the old man had improved greatly. The goat will be cared for until Randall is able to leave the hospital.”

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We all want to cure disease, sure, but let’s never allow this to happen again. Host Richard Dawson seems somewhat unpersuaded after the performance. (Thanks to Robert Popper for pointing me toward the clip.)

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In his collection A Roomful of Hovings and Other Profiles, the great New Yorker writer John McPhee included an impressive profile he wrote about the outdoorsman and naturalist Euell Gibbons. A very well-known public figure during the ’60s and ’70s, Gibbons guested on the Tonight Show and starred in TV commercialsbut he isn’t exactly a household name today. Gibbons, who was at different times in his life a Quaker, a tramp and a communist, wrote several food books and came to prominence for advocating the use the natural foods that grow wild all around us, whether it was weeds in a vacant lot or flowers from a box at Rockefeller Center.

The piece by McPhee was originally written for the April 8, 1968 issue of the New Yorker (paywalled here). In it, the two men spend a week together, living off the land in Pennsylvania. An excerpt:

“Gibbons interest in wild food suggests but does not actually approach madness. He eats acorns because he likes them. He is neither an ascetic nor an obsessed nutritionist. He is not trying to prove that wild food is better than tame food, or that he can survive without the assistance of a grocer. He is apparently not trying to prove anything at all except that there is a marvelous variety of good food in the world and that only a modest part of the whole can be found in even the most super of supermarkets. He is a gourmet with wild predilections. Inadvertently, the knowledge that he has acquired through years of studying edible wild plants has made him an expert on the nourishment aspects of survival in the wilderness, but the subject holds no great interest for him and in some ways he finds it repellent, since survival is usually taught by the military and he is a conscientious objector. Nonetheless, he is given his time to assist, in an unofficial way, at the United States Navy’s survival school in Brunswick, Maine. He has also taught survival techniques at the Hurricane Island Outward Bound School, off the Maine coast. It was in Maine that I first met him–in summer and only briefly–and not long thereafter I wrote to him and asked if he would like to take a week or so and make a late-fall trip to central Pennsylvania living off the land. I apologized that I would not be able to make such a trip sooner than November, and I asked him if he thought we can find enough to eat at that time. His response was that we could stuff ourselves, if we wanted to, right up until the time of the first heavy snowfall.”•

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Euell Gibbons is mentioned on Match Game in 1975:

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Thanks (I suppose) to the Found Footage Festival for pointing me in the direction of this excruciating and apparently real self-help video, which was filmed in the Bay Area god knows when. After watching it, I am sure I’m definitely not in touch with my feelings, and I’m grateful for that. Also: I now believe that people need to be suppressed, perhaps by fascism. Enjoy.

I'm Donnie from Quality Control.

If you’re a white American guy who cleans up well, China may have a well-paying, bogus job for you. An excerpt from Mitch Moxley’s eye-opening article, “Rent a White Guy,” in the Atlantic:

Not long ago I was offered work as a quality-control expert with an American company in China I’d never heard of. No experience necessary—which was good, because I had none. I’d be paid $1,000 for a week, put up in a fancy hotel, and wined and dined in Dongying, an industrial city in Shandong province I’d also never heard of. The only requirements were a fair complexion and a suit.

‘I call these things White Guy in a Tie events,’ a Canadian friend of a friend named Jake told me during the recruitment pitch he gave me in Beijing, where I live. ‘Basically, you put on a suit, shake some hands, and make some money. We’ll be in ‘quality control,’ but nobody’s gonna be doing any quality control. You in?’

I was.

And so I became a fake businessman in China, an often lucrative gig for underworked expatriates here. One friend, an American who works in film, was paid to represent a Canadian company and give a speech espousing a low-carbon future. Another was flown to Shanghai to act as a seasonal-gifts buyer. Recruiting fake businessmen is one way to create the image—particularly, the image of connection—that Chinese companies crave. My Chinese-language tutor, at first aghast about how much we were getting paid, put it this way: ‘Having foreigners in nice suits gives the company face.'”

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"You know who you are." (Image by Hedwig Storch.)

STOP THIEF (Brentwood)

You stole my barbeque last year, my grandkids toys this year when the fence blew down, now you have stolen my little white fences for my garden. Do you think you could stop. We work hard for what we have and cannot afford to replace items because of your disregard for others and your disgusting behavior. Please stop. I live in Southeast Brentwood off Second Ave, and you know who you are.

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"...the man who, about three months ago, entered at night the Convent of Our Sorrowful Mother at Morgan avenue and Garden street and kissed and offered other indignities to the nuns."

Before the phrase “Jack the Ripper” became synonymous with urban horror, “Jack the Kisser” was often used in newspapers to describe kissing bandits. (There were also many a “Jack the Hugger.”) Quite a number of men seem to have behaved this way in the late nineteenth century.

One such lip-locking louse was Peter Demuth, a Flushing man who favored young girls and nuns. The Brooklyn Daily Eagle had an account of his unwanted advances in its January 18, 1892 edition. An excerpt:

“Peter Demuth, 32 years of age, who was arrested on Tuesday last as the fellow who has become known as ‘Jack the Kisser,’ was sentenced to the penitentiary for eighteen months on three charges. The complainants were Annie Zeibig of 1,035 Flushing avenue; Carrie Leys of 120 Moore street amd Frederika Cassel of 1,011 Flushing avenue.

These young girls had been chased, caught and kissed by the prisoner. The police have had a great deal of trouble in arresting the fellow. He usually escaped the officers by running into one of the Johnson avenue slaughter houses and disappearing. In court to-day he was identified as the man who, about three months ago, entered at night the Convent of Our Sorrowful Mother at Morgan avenue and Garden street and kissed and offered other indignities to the nuns. The sisters, however, refused to prefer charges against him.”

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I'm late for Social Studies. Has anyone seen my cigarettes?

In 1961, the Burgess Hill School in Hertfordshire, England, was something of an alternative educational institution for bongo-playing beatniks. Teachers and students alike wore leather jackets and dark glasses, smoked cigarettes during class, rode motorcycles, listened to jazz and twisted to Chubby Checker records. If a kid didn’t understand an algebra problem, the teachers just talked to them calmly about it. Nobody freaked out, man. Thankfully, this time warp was captured by newsreel producers. Watch the five-minute video here.

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This soap is so delicious.

According to the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

  • Lettuce Soap…5¢ (per cake)
  • Peachblow Soap…6¢ (per cake)
  • Ball Glycerine Soap…3¢ (per cake)
  • Toilet Soap…3¢ (per cake)
  • Dairy Queen Toilet Soap…6¢ (per box)
  • Toilet Paper…2¢ (per roll)
  • Tooth Brush…3¢
  • French Tooth Brush…4¢
  • Tooth Powder…12¢
  • Shaving Brush…3¢
  • Sachet Powder…3¢
  • Perfumed Talcum Powder…3¢
  • Imported Violet Toilet Powder…6¢
  • Almond Meal For Softening and Whitening the Skin…14¢
  • Unbreakable Dressing Comb…7¢
  • Children’s Back Comb…5¢
  • Imported Bath Gloves…19¢
  • Face powder…5¢ (per box)
  • Complexion Brush…10¢
  • Florida Water…8¢ (per bottle)
  • Kill Corn…5¢

Well, at least Leslie wasn't a smoker. (Image by Anthony Liekens.)

I recently found a brief 1935 British Pathé newsreel of a ginormous 3-year-old boy named Leslie Bowles, who weighed 10 stone (or 140 pounds). Leslie couldn’t walk because his legs weren’t capable of supporting his body weight. And the guy who dangles a chocolate bar above the boy’s head is not helping matters. Watch it here and prepare for your mouth to be agape for 90 seconds.

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I presented an excerpt some time back from Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion’s great collection of reportage about life in California during the 1960s and 1970s. Now I offer a passage from The White Album, her other incisive non-fiction book about that place and time. From the title piece, this excerpt concerns the Tate-LaBianca murders perpetrated by the Manson Family in 1969, which caused the L.A.’s open minds and open doors to be locked shut. To read Didion tell it, those horrific killings were an almost inevitable shattering of a city of glass. An excerpt:

“We play ‘Lay Lady Lay’ on the record player, and ‘Suzanne.’ We went down to Melrose Avenue to see the Flying Burritos. There was a jasmine vine grown over the verandah of the big house in Franklin Avenue, and in the evenings the smell of jasmine came in through all the open doors and windows. I made a bouillabaisse for people who did not eat meat. I imagined that my own life was simple and sweet, and sometimes it was, but there were odd things going around town. There were rumors. There were stories. Everything was unmentionable but nothing was unimaginable. The mystical flirtation with the idea of  ‘sin’–this sense that it was possible to go ‘too far,’ and that many people were doing it–was very much with us in Los Angeles in 1968 and 1969. A demented and seductive vortical tension was building in the community. The jitters were setting in. I recall a time when the dogs barked every night and the moon was always full. On August 9, 1969, I was sitting in the shallow end of my sister-in-law’s swimming pool in Beverly Hills when she received a telephone call from a friend who had just heard about the murders at Sharon Tate Polanski’s house on Cielo Drive. The phone rang many times during the next hour. These early reports were garbled and contradictory. One caller would say hoods, the next would say chains. There were twenty dead, no, twelve, ten, eighteen. Black masses were imagined, and bad trips were blamed. I remember all of the day’s misinformation very clearly, and I also remember this, and wish I did not: I remember that no one was surprised.”

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Doing this hurts my crazy, crazy lungs so much.

There were plenty of maniacs in New York City in 1877, but how many of them were gymnasts with lung diseases who could climb down the side of a building? An example of one such maniac is at the heart of an article in the February 27, 1887 issue of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. An excerpt:

“A Spanish gentleman came to the New York Central office this morning and reported a wonderful feat which had been performed by his son Senor Mirande, who is a famous gymnast, as he made his escape from his house No. 340 East Fifty-sixth street, where he had been confined for some times past. It seems that some time ago he caught cold after one of his daring trapeze performances and the cold settled on his lungs.

All efforts to remove the trouble failed, and finally lung disease supervened. He has suffered much of late, being confined to his house, and for the past few days has become delirious so that he had to be watched. Last night he was worse than usual and had to be bound with ropes in his room, which was on the third floor of the house. About 1 o’clock this morning he broke the bands that held him and with a shriek that awoke all other occupants of the house made a dash for the window.

"Go away! I'll climb to the moon!" (Image by Karonen.)

In a twinkling he had gone through it, turning a somersault as he sprang, and hung to the cement by his hands, his body swinging to and fro forty feet above the sidewalk. His friends sprang to his assistance, but he shouted, ‘Go away! I’ll climb to the moon!’ Then he swayed his body with increasing rapidity and let go. A cry of horror escaped from the lips of the relatives, but he grasped the metal leader of the house, went up it hand over hand with the agility of a monkey, and suddenly plunged forward, landing upon the top of a shutter on the top floor.

Then he swung up on a fragile blind, which it was feared would be forced from its hinges by his weight, and suddenly leaping in the air grasped the gutter of the house. He ran along the edge with seeming indifference at the height at which he was performing, and then started to descend headlong the shutter of the adjoining house. Away he went, leaping from shutter to window sill, until the top of the stoop was reached. Then he slid down one of the posts to the street, along which he ran bareheaded until out of sight. His father is in the greatest distress regarding what has become of him, and a general alarm has been sent out to all stations.”

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He sounds like a charmer, but she ran out the door so fast she forgot her panties.

MY WIFES PANTIES – $20 (TriBeCa)

My wife cleaned me out after the divorce and she left behind all of her bras and panties and old clothes. I need to get rid of this crap. She was Japanese 5’4 115 lbs. I dont know the size and Im not washing them, I dont have time, I just want to get rid of em..

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Walt Disney: Mickey Mouse sure is fucking wasted today. (Photo by Alan Fisher.)

Back in the day, athletes took amphetamines which were quaintly called pep pills. But even children’s favorites Mickey Mouse and Goofy were on the stuff, according to an old 1951 comic book called Mickey Mouse and the Medicine Man, which has been placed online by erowid.org. Not only do Mickey and Goofy get speeded up, but Mickey wants to push the stuff himself. The drug-positive comic was a collaboration between Disney and General Mills. (Thanks to the great Boing Boing for pointing me in the direction of the comic.)

Peppo is super!

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"These bears and Italians walked down Clinton avenue."

Whenever I hear negative stereotypes about new immigrants (Mexicans are taking the brunt of the abuse right now), I know it’s just history repeating itself. Old newspaper articles are littered with insulting stereotypes of every ethnic group. Take my people, the Italians, for instance. Even the bizarre stories that involved Italian immigrants used crude language and depictions. Case in point: an article from the August 9, 1895 issue of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, which had to do with the Long Island town being invaded by bears and Italians. And which was more horrifying?!? An excerpt:

“Yesterday two large bears and three Italians appeared in town. Bears are especially forbidden to roam the streets of Bay Shore. These bears and Italians walked down Clinton avenue, at the extreme western end of the village, which is a street of the fine houses of the city residents, and the bears performed their tricks for the amusement of the New Yorkers. Constable George W. Jeffrey soon located them and had considerable difficulty in getting the Italians into the lockup, and had to use his club freely. Finally they were all shut up, bears and Italians together. Last night their trial came off and each of the men was fined $5. They refused to pay and so Constable Jeffrey took them all to Riverhead jail this morning, where they will stay until the fines are paid.”

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Trick bears, 1899:

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Henry Miller, who looked pretty shitty himself, dissing NYC.

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Not Rosie O'Donnell: Hire me to play softball for you or to be your drinking buddy.

Brendini Does It……..ALL (Nassau County, NY)

Ever see that “Family Guy” episode where the Moose is holding a sign that says “Will do Moose Stuff for money”?

Well that’s what we do! ANYTHING…

If you haven’t seen the episode, we are the first (as far as we know) for service business that will consider doing WHATEVER you want. You think of it and we’ll name you a price and if you think it’s fair we’re game.

Here’s a few things people have hired us for:

1. Wingman/Drinking Buddy
2. Landscaping
3. Media Services
4. Band Bookings
5. Computer Services
6. Housework/House cleaning
7. Minor repairs of various electrical devices
8. Surround Sound Hook-up
9. Sound Engineering
10. Softball Player Fill in

This is just a FEW of the things we have done. References furnished upon request. And remember: ANYTHING you can think of….BRENDINI DOES IT.”

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More than 5,000 spectators watched Big Mary’s execution in 1916.

I’m familiar, of course, with the electrocution of Topsy the Elephant at Luna Park in Coney Island in 1903. (It was a stunt perpetrated by Thomas Edison to discredit Nikola Tesla’s Alternating Current, which was the chief competitor to his Direct Current.) But I had never heard of the hanging of Big Mary the Elephant in Erwin, Tennessee, in 1916, even though it’s apparently been written about quite a bit.

Big Mary was the chief attraction of the small, second-rate Southern circus owned by Charlie Sparks. The great Long Form pointed me in the direction of a 2009 article about Mary’s demise in Blue Ridge Country magazine. It seems the pachyderm didn’t take kindly to a new attendant and killed him. After guns and electricity failed to put Mary down, she was hanged with the aid of a crane in a railroad yard. Sad and bizarre. An excerpt:

“Mary was billed as ‘the largest living land animal on earth’; her owner claimed she was three inches bigger than Jumbo, P.T. Barnum’s famous pachyderm. At 30 years old, Mary was five tons of pure talent: she could ‘play 25 tunes on the musical horns without missing a note’; the pitcher on the circus baseball-game routine, her .400 batting average ‘astonished millions in New York.’

Rumor and exaggeration swarmed about Mary like flies. She was worth a small fortune: $20,000, Charlie Sparks claimed. She was dangerous, having killed two men, or was it eight, or 18?

She was Charlie Sparks’ favorite, his cash cow, his claim to circus fame. She was the leader of his small band of elephants, an exotic crowd-pleaser, an unpredictable giant.

On Monday, September 11, 1916, Sparks World Famous Shows played St. Paul, Va., a tiny mining town in the Clinch River Valley.

Which is where drifter Red Eldridge made a fatal decision. Slight and flame-haired, Red had nothing to lose by signing up with Sparks World Famous Shows: he’d dropped into St. Paul from a Norfolk and Western boxcar and decided to stay for a while. Taking a job as janitor at the Riverside Hotel, Eldridge found himself pushing a broom and, then, dreaming of moving on.

Eldridge was hired as an elephant handler and marched in the circus parade that afternoon. It’s easy to imagine that what he lacked in skill and knowledge, he made up for with go-for-broke bravado. A small man carrying a big stick can be a dangerous thing.”

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But he and Lou Kahn of Bakertowne Collectables need to work on their corporate handshake. This video was made in 2007.

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