The disturbing death thrall it seems to this corner

The disturbing  death thrall it seems to this corner, is the pop (“popular”) culture targets its gullible audience, with such incredulous myths and fanfare that when the bubble bursts……..
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Reference to Whitney Houston submerging her divinity in a Beverly Hi8lls bathtub 5 years or so, and her daughter  committing the same barbarous act, several days ago in Atlanta, Georgia….
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Reasonable minds may differ but this  mother daughter  “suicide” smacks of  more than duplicity. Isn’t it one thing for the mother to be disturbed, failing to find herself in and among the veneer and idols she was willed to be; unlike the StrSpangled anthems of incredulous phoniness and deception.
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“Catcher in the Rye” (our Marty Rye of Cicago’s South side  andUCLA)   demonstrates Holden (Bill Holden) Caufield (JoanCaufield) swerve those idols and lies that the self serving menaces perpetuate among humans trying to find their “star”, not aware of the sinking “Titanic”they’re floundering on.
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Salinger depicted the cannibalism in his New Yorker stories. Holden and his younger sister Phoebe, (To Esme, with love”)stroding through the pathology and deceptions. Their dialogue sweeping up fallacy and con that emasculated their cradle to the grave existence…..
His was no allegory and therefore his dialogue with Phoebe seemed to score a greater relevance than Mark Twain’s(“making it”, the original Boys High alumni motto) between Huckleberry Finn and Big Jim, the runway slave, drifting down the Mississippi River…
February 6, 2015….. The City that never sleeps.                                                    

“TO BE OR NOT TO BE, Coach”

“TO BE OR NOT TO BE, Coach”…that is the question, the Seattle Sea Hawks before an audience of millions and his Microsoft owner- benefactor watching, Pete Carroll, the former USC mentor and New York Jet grandmaster before he was fired,was left to his own neurons, in calling  on Divinity, in those desperate two and a half minutes of the Super Bowl’s fate...
His adversary, those bonding twin souls….coach Bill Belichickand quarterback Tom Brady.
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“What could he be thinking?” asked the basketball radioconnoisseurs
parsing the Knick- Celtics  ….”from downtown..into the paint..he fires a jumper….’”    
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Pete Carroll into his victory…. “twelve” 12 fingers held high as a 61 year old matinee idol got a   sonic roar from the Seattle fans, responding to the coach’s Knute Rockne “Win one for theGipper” motivational “speech” to the fans, thousands and thousands of them, basking in the Sea Hawks overtime victoryversus the Green Bay Packers in the  NFL overtime victory two weeks earlier.
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“How could he sleep?” asked the basketball connoisseurs from the greatest arena on the planet.
“Didn’t he see Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan “Sleepless in Seattle”?  “The Sea Hak?” with Errol Flynn?”
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“Go with your gut, coach. You knew the “Pet Rocks” were consummate winners. The organization from the owner, his wife, son were  geniuses. The Super Bowl Lombardi ( born inSheepshead Bay, Brooklyn) trophy in their Victory Parades….three time momentum.
Where did the coach’s neurons metamorphose? Play it safe?? Fear of losing? An optimistic take without the home crowd’sapproval, playing in Phoenix, Arizona.
No number twelve!   Millions searching the coach’s soul,transmitting his signal to his quarterback who a few plays earlier passed a juggling miracle to a tall behemoth who snagged it in the red zone.
Could the Seahawks and coach Carroll replicate their overtime victory against the Green Bay mystique?
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Pass? Run? For the win?
It was coach Carroll’s call as he had at USC and the New York Jets and even the Patriots for a season, before……and in  thosemoments of “win one for the Gipper”, did he play it safe? Not to go into another gear? Run!
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On the two and half yard line, the quarterback did as he was toldfrom the sidelines, losing his edge. He passed…..
As Bill Stern used to say on the lost art of Sunday radio….”The rest is History. Good night and good luck”  But for Butler….a rookie 24 year old from Alabama, Malcolm Butler, intercepted the pass, falling on  the one year line, the players on both teams,steaming out of their dream.  
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“The Pet Rocks never stumbling, their bonding …”your character is your fate”……the 24 year old rookie from Alabama ,leading the parade, his hands held high……
One two three fur five six seven eight nine teen eleven twelve fingers held high…..
“TO BE AND NOT TO BE, coach”
February 4, 2015 Boston, Massachusetts..the “Pet Roks” 4thSuper Bowl Parade.
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“God is my copilot” radioed Colonel Jacqueline Cochrane

“God is my copilot” radioed Colonel Jacqueline Cochrane, Amelia Earhart listening on the inter com, the two female legends, cruising the heavens in a dazzling up and away, climbing 5..10…15…20….25…..their  F 16 jet circling overtheir Mojave Desert  landing strip, George AF Base, Victorville,California, Edwards Air Force Base..  Colonel Cochrane breaking the sound barrier**…..
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Coexisting in Indio with Floyd Odlu0m, her husband, who just became RKO’s successor to “Slim”, Howard Hughes, at themovie studio, Colonel Cochrane, a daunting   woman in her own “Katherine Hepburn” karma and image, lived an unspectacularbeat, on the date treed oasis in Indio, off Rancho de Mirage, cactus laden  desert dunes, tempting racing cars..
Wherever **Murietta hot springs Highland hot sprigs, Desert Hot Springs, Palm Desert, Joshua Tree, Palm Springs, 29 Palm(“Yankee doodle dandy”, The Jimmy Cagney Historical Museum) Lake Havasu City, Apple Valley (Route 66 becomingan Interstate)
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Their chutes on, the immortal duo climbed into the cockpit of their  F 16 Fighter jet, the runway cleared at George AF Fighter Base, the  engine transmitting  a position in  thrust of six hundred  modules on the instrument panel, Colonel waving to the mechanics and her husband, the engine warming up the runway, Amelia Earhart waving in  simulcast.
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Charting their mapped course over the Continent, ColonelCochrane in  her senior seat, pointed down as she circled thebirde over  Sheppard AFB, the Intelligence School, aka Ucla’s Mc-
gowan theater “Mozart and mushroom barley”) due west of the Oklahoma-Texas panhandle stretrch, South of Tinker AFB, she lifted the altitude to cruising  speed at 30000, piloting the  jet over Arlington, Virginia and Defense Intelligence , Western European Desk……a maneuver both aces radioed the Pentagon, Assistant Chief of Staff, Intelligence.   “tower”.
The Senate Office Building where the Major passed Bobby Kennedy and General Westmoreland in the hall, on hisr way to the Senator’s office to give Frank Mankiewitz (Ucla Daily Bruineditor) the copy of his speech, arguing the passage of the Public Television Act of 19867.
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Toward Governor’s Islamd, where theyt once practiced take offs and landings with the likes of Air Force pioneers….Billy Mitchell, Lindbergh….. Sprague……Peter Stuyevesant, then New Yokr’s Mayor, buying the island from the Indians for  bracelets and sparkling jewelery.
The two ladies scouting  Roosevelt Field, now a shopping mallon Nassau County’s Long Island, where once stood  Mitchell field where the two women fought out their credentials, in Nasaspace..and over Hempstead L.I. where the Cream Cheese Bandit won his first Ppublic Parks tennis trophy (1939) in singles, with his father, the Name Detective, watching……Karol Kosalow,his coach from Czechoslovakia  “Steady, steady…deep deep.”His practice court in Scarsborough.
Over Far Rockaway…..Robert Moses Jones Beach where the Cream Cheese Bandit once nailed his stick to trash, blowingover the boardwalk.
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And then a pass toward Coney Island’s boardwalk in Brooklyn, the Bay 7 are locale, where Cary Grant,  into his Archie Leacchon stilt incarnation, celebrating Hebrew National hot dogs, knishes, beer and sauerkraut ,prior to his  “MadameButterfly”heroics, and his Hollywood alias as C.G….
.Bedford Avenue’s Midwood High School and the expansive Brooklyn College campus landing strip,  not that far from whereJackie Gleason’s alter ego  Art Carney and his mother and father lived above the Bohack grocery, on the corner of Avenue H and 14th Street (Rugby Road) , a block down from the BMT local stop.
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Climbing to a 35000 height, the Colonel and Amelia Earhart swooped past the Big Apple’s up end Sutton Place. …Carrie Goldfarb’s flower bastion on Third Avenue and East 57th.……
“Colonel, hold it! Do you see what I see?” Two humans on those rooftops, readying to jump. Hari kari!””
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The first human who leaped to his death was a Doctor, married to a classmate of the Major’s back in Flatrbush, a Chinese pagoda still based in her parent’s lawn off Newkirk Plaza.. She going on to University, and then into an alias,  marketing actors, voicing commercials via tv v and radio media.
                                                                             
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“Heaven is on the wy to it”, as the second man leaped, his self destruction, occurring opposite a doorman building…400 East 57th Street.
The young man’s father an agent turned producer. Fanny Brice his grandmother…
Amelia Earhart and Colonel Cochrane climbing back into the confines of the Mojave Desert environs…….George Air Force Base. Landing their F16 on the pad, the radio voices, guiding their”16”  into the security of  the Fighter training base.      
“GOD IS MY COPILOT’ radioed Colonel Jacqueline Cochrane, Amelia Earhart listening..
February 1, 2015. The City that never sleeps