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Enjoyed her even more last night. P.S. Was that episode a great ad for Tesla, or what?

Doi! I can't believe I wrote Paramus County. I must've still been waking up. :oops:? What the Heck Are Bergen County’s Blue Laws? Even Alex Trebek Couldn’t Answer This The Jeopardy host (and contestants) were totally confused about the laws on Tuesday’s show. 10/14/19-- It’s one of the last locations in the country to have such laws, but even Bergen County residents don’t totally understand them, let alone Jersey folk who live elsewhere. Heck, even Alex Trebek was confused when a Jeopardy answer on Bergen County’s blue laws came up on Tuesday. The host noted that the blue laws ban retailers from selling anything on Sundays which is, of course, not true. How exactly does the blue law work? If you’re a retailer, you can’t sell things like clothes or shoes or what may be deemed non-essential on a Sunday. You can buy food, medicine and even beer and wine, but not hard liquor (in most cases). Confused yet? As someone who grew up in Bergen County, here’s what I do know. When I was bartending in Fair Lawn at a bowling alley and a dad asked me for a Budweiser on a Sunday before noon, I had to turn him down. At the 24-hour Walmart in Teterboro, the clothing section of the store is roped off, leaving just the supermarket section open to customers. If you head to Rite Aid in Hasbrouck Heights to buy a corkscrew on a Sunday, you’ll be turned away. Need to shop for birthday gifts, a winter jacket or shoes? You’ll need to head to Garden State Plaza in Paramus on Saturday along with everyone and their mother to get your shopping list taken care of while you can. The gigantic pro of the blue laws, as far as I’m concerned, is being able to fly down Route 17 on a Sunday without a drop of congestion. Plus, if you work in retail, it’s a guaranteed day off. According to Encyclopaedia Britannica, the name “blue law” may have come from the list of strict Sabbath day rules printed on blue paper in Samuel A. Peter’s General History of Connecticut. Or it could be that in the 18th century, the word “blue” meant “rigidly moral.” If you couldn’t tell, Puritans had everything to do with the banning of secular pleasantries such as buying alcohol and shopping. That’s probably why so many non-religious and non-Christian people in NJ feel inconvenienced by the laws rather than grateful for them. It’s no surprise that there have been a number of attempts to lift them; it’s hard to fit all your mall-ratting into one Saturday, especially if you’re already exhausted from looking for a parking spot–which is no small feat at the Garden State Plaza. Granted the laws also have supporters who see the regulations as a protest of over-commercialization (which definitely has some merit if you live in Hackensack and it takes you forever to get to Paramus Park, another mall in Paramus, on any day but Sunday). No matter how you feel about the blue laws, the Garden State is known nationally for resilience, perhaps above all else (that’s what your Jersey Strong bumper sticker is all about!). So if you need to shop on a Sunday, you’ll make the trip to Willowbrook Mall in Wayne and do what you have to do. After all, if you can endure Bergen’s cost of living, you can surely wait another week to do your shopping.

It's a joke from the movie Airplane. Yeah, but @WilliamM, who is the one who didn't get, didn't not get it because he's too young to have seen it. He just doesn't enjoy highbrow humor, apparently.

Surely you knew people who had turntables that played 78 RPM! My dad had several of those records. (And I know... don't call you Shirley!) Women drivers?!?!?! EGAD!!! If I ain't mistaken, Paramus in Bergen County in northern NJ still has that, unless it changed in the past decade or so.

Two masks now required to enter Manhattan federal court bldgs Visitors to Manhattan federal court and other buildings in the Southern District of New York are now required to either wear two face masks or anFDA-approved N95 mask. The double-mask requirement was included in the federal court district’s COVID-19 “phased re-entry plan” released on Feb. 11. “You are required to wear either: (i) one disposable mask underneath a cloth mask with the edges of the inner mask pushed against your face; or (ii) a properly fitted, FDA-authorized KN95 (or N95) mask,” the text of the plan states. “Gaiters, bandannas, or masks with valves/vents are not acceptable face coverings. If you do not have the approved mask(s), a screener will provide one. No one will be admitted without the proper mask(s),” it adds. Security guards at the court buildings — which include the Daniel Patrick Moynihan courthouse at 500 Pearl Street, the Thurgood Marshall United States Courthouse at 40 Foley Square and District Court in White Plains — will enforce the mask mandate. The plan extends only to the federal courthouses in the district, but other federal court districts across the country can impose similar mandates if they choose to. The CDC last week recommended double masking for more protection against COVID-19. “If you have a physical covering with one layer, you put another layer on, it just makes common sense that it likely would be more effective,” top infectious disease expert Dr. Anthony Fauci said in January.

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LOU FERRIGNO, JR.

https://www.companyofmen.org/threads/gleb-savchenko-calls-for-same-sex-partners-on-dwts.163176/

Gleb Savchenko is ready for “Dancing with the Stars” to tap into its next steps. The 37-year-old Russian dancer is advocating for the US dance competition series to include same-sex pairs — as the Australian and the UK versions have. “Last season when Johnny Weir got on the show I was like, ‘Johnny, you HAVE to be my partner,’ but they ended up not doing it,” the “DWTS” pro dancer told Mr. Warburton magazine. “Of course, there is a strong male/female dynamic in dance, but if you have two men doing the same thing it would look awesome and be so fascinating,” he continued. “I would love to do it, but it would have to be with the right partner.” Savchenko, who is dating Cassie Scerbo following his split from wife Elena Samodanova, said he appreciates the overwhelming support he’s received from the LGBTQ community over the years. “Having their support means so much,” he said. “I love my fans and anyone who’s super positive and give you lots of love.”

I am sorry you are going through such difficulties.

ABC reportedly suspends sexy reporter Matt Gutman over COVID violation ABC News has suspended reporter Matt Gutman for violating company COVID-19 safety rules, according to a report. Gutman, who has worked for the network since 2008, had gone into a hospital to report a story without first getting permission from management, a source told Deadline. The chief national correspondent has covered numerous stories on the COVID-19 pandemic, including in Los Angeles where he’s based, the outlet reported. It’s unclear how long Gutman will be under suspension. A rep for Gutman and ABC News didn’t immediately respond to requests for comment. Gutman was suspended by the network last year for erroneously reporting on-air that all of Kobe Bryant’s children were involved in the crash that killed the basketball star and his 13-year-old daughter Gianna. He later corrected the error and apologized on Twitter. “Today I inaccurately reported it was believed that four of Kobe Bryant’s children were on board that flight. That is incorrect. I apologize to Kobe’s family, friends and our viewers,” he wrote.

I assume you meant that the cafeteria was turned into an arcade and not the Sears, because otherwise that would've been one heck of an arcade!

When I was a young'n, the family went to a kiddie park whilst on vacation. I must've been 5 or 6, I guess, maybe 7 (8 tops, for sure). I went on a ride where you drove miniature antique cars around a track. The cars were actually gas-powered, and mine ran out of gas right smack in the middle. An attendant had to come out with a gas can. I stayed calm. What a champ! It didn't stop me from driving, though I failed my road test the first time. It wasn't until this very moment that I realized it was because of the trauma that I had buried since that day long ago.

I remember in elementary school I had to say Massachusetts for some reason, and it came out Massa-two-shits unintentionally. The teacher just smiled. I was watching a Mets game a long time ago and broadcaster Ralph Kiner was referencing the Charlotte Hornets basketball team for some reason, and he called them the Charlotte Harlots. Any embarrassing/funny examples y'all can think of?

Isn't that how Donald met Melania in Atlantic City?

You can also ask about those who went in the opposite direction... They HAD careers in showbiz, then 'transitioned'. The only one who springs to mind is Steve Marks, who went from weatherman in Chicago to porn star. Don't know if he ever escorted. http://pornstars.biguz.net/pics/f31d57494ba5b5d3cb422ed0b7cc9aa6/Steve+Marks+Falcon+Studios+Other+Side+of+Aspen.jpg Or, of course, this guy, who only did one straight porn video and never escorted to my knowledge:

Zoom is changing (in a bad way) how you follow the Yankees By Bob Klapisch | For NJ Advance Media “Do you actually talk to the players?” I’ve heard that question a lot throughout my career, which started back in the Stone Age. At least it feels that way, considering how much has changed, not just in the way baseball is played but in how it’s covered and discussed. Thanks to COVID-19, interviews have been limited to Zoom, which is like industrial-strength FaceTime. All reporters, including your competitors, are on the same call. I know, it’s not exactly hard labor, but good baseball writing requires more than Hemingway-like skill at the keyboard. The real currency is in the questions you ask – how they’re phrased, how they’re followed up and whether you’re paying attention to facial expressions and body language. This is mostly common sense, but the point is: none of the old rules of journalism apply on Zoom. You get one shot, one question through a computer screen, and then it’s on to the next reporter. You have 30 seconds to win your Pulitzer. As much as I welcome the return of baseball in 2021 – I’ll be heading to Tampa with the Yankees this week – I wonder if sports journalism will ever return to its better days. I somehow doubt it. Access during the pandemic will continue to be limited, even as fans slowly return to the ballparks. There’ll be life in the stands by late summer, but the scribes won’t be back in the clubhouse any time soon. My hunch is that MLB will move ever closer to its ultimate goal, keeping coverage in White House briefing-mode. Sure, that’s great for transparency. The Q-and-A’s with Aaron Boone are broadcast twice a day on YES, both pre- and post-game. That’s one perk today’s fans have over past generations. They can connect with the manager moments after an exhilarating win or crushing loss. But it doesn’t take advanced understanding of human nature to realize these interviews are just the Disney version of how torn up a manager or player can be in the most excruciating moments. I remember Aaron Judge at his locker, head down, back turned, hoping no one would notice as he wept softly following the Yankees’ loss to the Astros in the 2019 ALCS. Even more gut-wrenching was walking into Buck Showalter’s office moments after the Yankees’ season-ending loss to the Mariners in the 1995 Division Series. The fans in the old Kingdome were in near-riot mode, thanks to Edgar Martinez’s game-winning hit off Jack McDowell. Ken Griffey Jr. had turned into a blur, scoring all the way from first base. The Yankees’ collapse was devastating. The proof was in Showalter’s response 15 minutes later in the bowels of the stadium: forehead pressed to his desk, shoulders heaving softly as he wept. I slipped in and out within moments. I knew better than to ask a question. I stepped back into the clubhouse, but noticed as George Steinbrenner marched in to see Showalter. He slammed the door loudly; I was certain the Boss was there to fire the young manager. But he, too, realized Buck’s grief pre-empted conversation. Like me, Steinbrenner eased away instantly, this time closing the door gently. That’s when I realized George had a humane side. He decided to spare Buck, if only temporarily. Such unfiltered moments can only be recorded when reporters are allowed to actually witness and report, and not just act as Zoom stenographers. Obviously, the need for safety during the pandemic is legitimate. We’re all hoping for a saner world soon. Zoom has played an important role in getting us there. But when I tell younger writers what the job used to be like, they look at me like I’m describing the lost civilization of Atlantis. I recall one Saturday afternoon at Shea Stadium. First pitch was scheduled for 1 p.m. Reporters were supposed to be out of the clubhouse an hour before, but noon came and went and I was still immersed in a conversation with Ron Darling. The Mets didn’t care much for rules, including access. No one bothered to throw me out. Back then, there were no burly security guards at the door. Today the Yankees employ two ex-NYPD veterans who are all business. One, in particular, could double for The Mountain from “Game of Thrones.” When he says, “time to go” that means no waivers. Not even five minutes. But this was back in the 80s, when the Mets owned the circus and invited everyone under the tent. They hadn’t bothered with batting practice that day, so Darling and I were still chatting at 12:40 p.m. when Davey Johnson finally noticed the intruder (me). He’d just started his pre-game meeting, going over signs. He looked in my direction and said, “you’re not supposed to be in here, Klap.” Pause. “Ah, (bleep) it, you might as well stay.” And I did, finally filing out with the Mets at 12:55 p.m. They made a right to the dugout; I went stage left towards the press box with that day’s signs. Of course, not every manager was as accommodating as Davey. I’ll never forget one day in particular when Billy Martin was sitting behind his desk. (Told you I’ve been around forever). He was in a bad mood, which was usually the case, but this time Billy’s demons were in full control. In walked Norman MacLean from the now defunct United Press International, carrying a cassette tape recorder and microphone. (Talk about the low-tech era). Billy didn’t like Norman, who he regarded as a pest. But the poor guy happened to pick the wrong day and wrong time for an interview request “Billy, you have a minute?” “No,” he said flatly, although it was more like “(bleep) no.” “Come on, this won’t take long.” Temperature rising. “Get out of here, Norman.” “Billy, just give me three sentences.” Martin’s face darkened. “Okay, Norman. You want three sentences? Turn on your tape recorder.” MacLean, thrilled, pressed the “record” button and unwittingly walked into hellfire. “(Bleep) you. You’re a (bleeping bleep). Now get the (bleep) out of here.” Martin sat back in his chair with a satisfied smile. “How was that, Norman?” MacLean never answered – he’d already fled the room in a panic. Somehow, I don’t think that exchange would’ve ever happened on Zoom.