Hello A; I remember way back when, watching Jeopardy with my mom, your grandmom
Bobber. I wasn't very good at answering questions because I had no
knowledge of the world. I still am amazed at all the different
questions Jeopardy can develop, and it seems the number of possible
Jeopardy questions grows quickly to infinity. I remember a group of
day time teachers in Hamtramck MI who had boxes of quiz game questions
in a corner in teachers' lounge, running through them to prepare on of
their own to appear on Jeopardy. It's still possible for my lifetime,
but who wants to get on the show after Alex Trebek retires? I still
watch the show and Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, and I am gratified
to know most of the answers. There's a bar game with complex game
boards, satellite dishes and television read-outs, and I'm doing
fairly well when I play, usually getting top score for the bar (no
honor if most people are drunk) and sometimes showing up in a
nationwide top twenty listing. You can even play this game on computer
at work, but you won't have a job for long. There's even a whole new
wave of trivia games for public houses, but I've tried to keep myself
away from that. I dunno, maybe you might want to train up for a run at
Jeopardy, and it'll probably make your Grandmother Bobber weep. It's
not bad training because for the rest of your life, you'll be pinged
with questions from tests to interviews to patients, and bonus points
go to people with quick and correct answers. I imagine myself booking
a life, the twenty to forty years I have remaining, on continual
practice, waking up at 4:00 AM to practice chess, reviewing 30 years
of Jeopardy games until it's time to go to work and then playing
Buzztime trivia at night until 2:00 AM arrives or my money runs out.
Ah, surely people who do mount a run at Jeopardy prepare with this
intensity, but maybe they choke under pressure? Maybe it's better to
write the questions, which can pay, and as with any game, it's often
better to be game-maker than game-player. Or as any one with math
skills learns, in a casino, the house almost always wins. In fact,
gambling is a tax paid by people bad at math. Yes, it is true that Hallelujah is a favorite song on mine, and I was
sitting in Milwaukee's ferry terminal as I read your note. I have gone
to Milwaukee each May 1st or so since 2008, so this is my third
repetition, and you made me a bit teary thinking of that song reaching
out to another generation. Maybe you got that one on tape because I'm
a sap for this tune. Back in college, I had a roomie in the coop,
almost communistic living, and he had all kinds of Leonard Cohen books
and vinyl albums, which required a record player with a needle? I was
rejecting of Leonard Cohen because my high school literature teacher
had dissed him as a popular poet, not the equivalent of William
Shakespeare. But now that I've gotten a full dose of Mr. Cohen's
career, the film "I'm Your Man" helped, The film was a revelation to
me because so many of the songs that made me feel sappy were songs
from Mr. Cohen's pen! I'm pretty sappy about the guy now, putting him
up there with Garrison Keillor or even Harry Chapin. Cohen wrote
Hallelujah, and loads of additional hits that made him mad cash, which
his manager embezzled, tens of millions. And that's why you can still
see Leonard Cohen on tour. Worth looking up on wikipedia.... this is a
bit.ly link: http://bit.ly/bLpXRb. If there's a moral to the story,
that's writing a little bit and getting it into print can be rather
helpful when one moves forward in time, and it doesn't hurt to write a
song because one can put you on easy street, provided you've picked an
honest money manager. I'm not going into Harry Chapin at the moment
because it might be considered child abuse. I was thinking it would be a good thing to give you some cash so you
weren't having to beg say if you got pinned down at an airport. Travel
comes from a French word for work and trouble, travail, so you have to
be prepared for little quirks. Well, that's all for now. I'm glad to see your friends sparkling in
your eye. Any chance you've grown inspired to try guitar? As for
playing jazz, I will now remind you of your roots. How many times have
I told you this story? You see, your Grandmom Bobber had two brothers,
T & G. Uncle G had two sons with Aunt M, and Aunt M made certain J and
L got proper music instruction. And lots of Baptist Churching. Well,
that means your cousin L plays a mean saxophone, as in Hollywood
class. He was hired by Ike Turner, who also hired Tina Turner, and
married her too. Ring a bell? Why don't you Facebook him and share
with him your possible saxophone plans? You might want to meet J, his
brother, who is a chef in Washington state and often puts your great
grandmother S up as his Facebook avatar. Facebook him too.
http://kingsofrhythm.com/index.php/family/leodombecki.html
http://billmageeblues.com/index.php?Itemid=31&id=15&option=com_content&task=view
Bobber. I wasn't very good at answering questions because I had no
knowledge of the world. I still am amazed at all the different
questions Jeopardy can develop, and it seems the number of possible
Jeopardy questions grows quickly to infinity. I remember a group of
day time teachers in Hamtramck MI who had boxes of quiz game questions
in a corner in teachers' lounge, running through them to prepare on of
their own to appear on Jeopardy. It's still possible for my lifetime,
but who wants to get on the show after Alex Trebek retires? I still
watch the show and Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, and I am gratified
to know most of the answers. There's a bar game with complex game
boards, satellite dishes and television read-outs, and I'm doing
fairly well when I play, usually getting top score for the bar (no
honor if most people are drunk) and sometimes showing up in a
nationwide top twenty listing. You can even play this game on computer
at work, but you won't have a job for long. There's even a whole new
wave of trivia games for public houses, but I've tried to keep myself
away from that. I dunno, maybe you might want to train up for a run at
Jeopardy, and it'll probably make your Grandmother Bobber weep. It's
not bad training because for the rest of your life, you'll be pinged
with questions from tests to interviews to patients, and bonus points
go to people with quick and correct answers. I imagine myself booking
a life, the twenty to forty years I have remaining, on continual
practice, waking up at 4:00 AM to practice chess, reviewing 30 years
of Jeopardy games until it's time to go to work and then playing
Buzztime trivia at night until 2:00 AM arrives or my money runs out.
Ah, surely people who do mount a run at Jeopardy prepare with this
intensity, but maybe they choke under pressure? Maybe it's better to
write the questions, which can pay, and as with any game, it's often
better to be game-maker than game-player. Or as any one with math
skills learns, in a casino, the house almost always wins. In fact,
gambling is a tax paid by people bad at math. Yes, it is true that Hallelujah is a favorite song on mine, and I was
sitting in Milwaukee's ferry terminal as I read your note. I have gone
to Milwaukee each May 1st or so since 2008, so this is my third
repetition, and you made me a bit teary thinking of that song reaching
out to another generation. Maybe you got that one on tape because I'm
a sap for this tune. Back in college, I had a roomie in the coop,
almost communistic living, and he had all kinds of Leonard Cohen books
and vinyl albums, which required a record player with a needle? I was
rejecting of Leonard Cohen because my high school literature teacher
had dissed him as a popular poet, not the equivalent of William
Shakespeare. But now that I've gotten a full dose of Mr. Cohen's
career, the film "I'm Your Man" helped, The film was a revelation to
me because so many of the songs that made me feel sappy were songs
from Mr. Cohen's pen! I'm pretty sappy about the guy now, putting him
up there with Garrison Keillor or even Harry Chapin. Cohen wrote
Hallelujah, and loads of additional hits that made him mad cash, which
his manager embezzled, tens of millions. And that's why you can still
see Leonard Cohen on tour. Worth looking up on wikipedia.... this is a
bit.ly link: http://bit.ly/bLpXRb. If there's a moral to the story,
that's writing a little bit and getting it into print can be rather
helpful when one moves forward in time, and it doesn't hurt to write a
song because one can put you on easy street, provided you've picked an
honest money manager. I'm not going into Harry Chapin at the moment
because it might be considered child abuse. I was thinking it would be a good thing to give you some cash so you
weren't having to beg say if you got pinned down at an airport. Travel
comes from a French word for work and trouble, travail, so you have to
be prepared for little quirks. Well, that's all for now. I'm glad to see your friends sparkling in
your eye. Any chance you've grown inspired to try guitar? As for
playing jazz, I will now remind you of your roots. How many times have
I told you this story? You see, your Grandmom Bobber had two brothers,
T & G. Uncle G had two sons with Aunt M, and Aunt M made certain J and
L got proper music instruction. And lots of Baptist Churching. Well,
that means your cousin L plays a mean saxophone, as in Hollywood
class. He was hired by Ike Turner, who also hired Tina Turner, and
married her too. Ring a bell? Why don't you Facebook him and share
with him your possible saxophone plans? You might want to meet J, his
brother, who is a chef in Washington state and often puts your great
grandmother S up as his Facebook avatar. Facebook him too.
http://kingsofrhythm.com/index.php/family/leodombecki.html
http://billmageeblues.com/index.php?Itemid=31&id=15&option=com_content&task=view
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