7/17/2007
I wanted to share a couple e-mails that I’ve received regarding stuff I’ve talked about in the recent blogs. The first topic was miniature golf, which I professed as my favorite summer sport during my earlier years. My old friend Steve pointed out the “grown up course he played as a grown-up”- artgolf! He remembers it was located in the “Clybourn Corridor”, in a building that was positioning itself as a sort of “upscale mall.”
The hook (see? a golf pun!) on this course was that all the holes were designed by artists. On one hole, you’d be putting through an earthquake-ravaged room, on another you’d have to put your way through a giant camera (which would probably be a smaller hole now, thanks to the digital revolution.)Steve says that it lasted for quite a while. Other mini-golf courses that have been mentioned include one that contains Chicago landmarks that you putt through (although I’d say that the original idea for that came from the beloved “Par King” course I mentioned in that earlier blog, with the John Hancock building obstacle!)- and, the one that’s located in the basement of a local funeral parlor. That sounds like a Sven remote segment waiting to happen.
The other subject was the mispronunciation of words. Mary, one of the guardians of the “Stooge-a-palooza” and “Svengoolieweb” Yahoo groups- sent me a hilarious e-mail, talking about an aunt of hers whom she dubbed a “female Norm Crosby” (kids, ask your folks, or go rent a Dean Martin roast.) This aunt regularly massacred the English language- when she had a stomach ache, she took “Thumbs!” The comfortable sling secured between two trees by ropes was a “hamhock.” The funniest story was that her aunt told Mary about a neighbor whose son was “Useless.” (I’m sure we’ve all had neighbors like that…) Mary couldn’t believe that this was the kid’s name- could it be “Ulysees?” Certainly not- the aunt insisted that the boy’s moniker was indeed “Useless.” Mary was in confusion for a while, but eventually asked her mother about this strange name being assigned to the neighbor child.
Her mother straightened things out- the boy’s name was “Eustace!” Not “Useless”- “Eustace!” Now THAT’S funny! Thanks, Mary! As for the rest of you- you know I’d love to hear what you have to say- so, send an e-mail today...or, at the least, tonight. It’s svengoolie@wciu.com... but, please, call me “Useless” (that’s what most management calls me)…
The hook (see? a golf pun!) on this course was that all the holes were designed by artists. On one hole, you’d be putting through an earthquake-ravaged room, on another you’d have to put your way through a giant camera (which would probably be a smaller hole now, thanks to the digital revolution.)Steve says that it lasted for quite a while. Other mini-golf courses that have been mentioned include one that contains Chicago landmarks that you putt through (although I’d say that the original idea for that came from the beloved “Par King” course I mentioned in that earlier blog, with the John Hancock building obstacle!)- and, the one that’s located in the basement of a local funeral parlor. That sounds like a Sven remote segment waiting to happen.
The other subject was the mispronunciation of words. Mary, one of the guardians of the “Stooge-a-palooza” and “Svengoolieweb” Yahoo groups- sent me a hilarious e-mail, talking about an aunt of hers whom she dubbed a “female Norm Crosby” (kids, ask your folks, or go rent a Dean Martin roast.) This aunt regularly massacred the English language- when she had a stomach ache, she took “Thumbs!” The comfortable sling secured between two trees by ropes was a “hamhock.” The funniest story was that her aunt told Mary about a neighbor whose son was “Useless.” (I’m sure we’ve all had neighbors like that…) Mary couldn’t believe that this was the kid’s name- could it be “Ulysees?” Certainly not- the aunt insisted that the boy’s moniker was indeed “Useless.” Mary was in confusion for a while, but eventually asked her mother about this strange name being assigned to the neighbor child.
Her mother straightened things out- the boy’s name was “Eustace!” Not “Useless”- “Eustace!” Now THAT’S funny! Thanks, Mary! As for the rest of you- you know I’d love to hear what you have to say- so, send an e-mail today...or, at the least, tonight. It’s svengoolie@wciu.com... but, please, call me “Useless” (that’s what most management calls me)…
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