I DON'T NEED NO STEENKING BADGES!

Well, yes you do.

Especially if you're one of those Running Dogs of the Media.

(We used to be called "the Press" but somewhere along the way "Media" became the way to describe us.  At least in polite company.)

I spent a few decades in the Broadcast Journalism trade and, like all of my brethren, collected a lot of badges.

My first, though the fourth station I worked for, was a neat little doohickey that hooked over the pocket on the front of your suit coat.

That was in Bismarck, North Dakota.

The station sent me to the two national political conventions in Chicago and Miami Beach in 1968 but I strangely don't have any badges from either one.

Had a good time, though.

I also attended the first inauguration of this guy in Washington, D.C. in 1969

Soon after I moved to Indianapolis, Indiana, for a job at WIBC Radio.

I'm pretty sure this was Spiro Agnew.

Then I moved on again, to Phoenix, Arizona, to a television job at KTAR-TV and don't you know, this guy seemed to be following me.

I remember the night he went on television a few years later to announce that he would resign the Presidency the next day.

I hosted a party after work that went until 6 a.m.

I went to a mini-convention of Democrats in Kansas City in 1976 shortly after Mo Udall had announced he was running for the top job.

I don't seem to have any badges from that affair either.

But I did meet Sally Quinn and had a nice chat.

Before I knew it the calendar had turned to 1980 and The Big Apple.

The television station had changed ownership and call letters by this time . . becoming KPNX-TV.

I went to the Republican convention in Detroit, Michigan that year too but my father died back in Arizona and I came home after only the first couple of days.

1984 was my last "event" year and it was a big one.

First was the Democratic Convention in San Francisco, California.

Then the Republican Convention in Dallas, Texas.

But sandwiched in between them was the 1984 Olympics in Los Angeles.

I attended those games too.

I never worked directly for Gannet News Service in Washington but I had to deal with them on a daily basis getting stories and live feeds for our Phoenix newscasts.

And now (no, I'm not done yet) here are a variety of my changing looks on press badges through the years.

They're all from Phoenix.

I'm thinking I need a badge now with my picture on it that says "RETIRED".

Next stop - Europe.

POLITICS AND PINS

Throughout my life I have collected political pins and buttons.

But going through my "stuff" I find that my grandfather also collected some pins and saved them.

I found these two the other day.

These two Presidents, Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover, had the initial good fortune to occupy the office during a period of Conservative power.

My grandfather, by the way, and most of the rest of my family, were and are rock-ribbed Republicans.

Coolidge became president in 1923 when his predecessor, Warren Harding, died of a sudden heart attack.

He then won a landslide victory in 1924.

But he decided not to run for re-election in 1928.

Herbert Hoover ran instead and won.

His legacy was doomed by the Stock Market crash in 1929 and a recession that led to the Great Depression.

But my grandfather stuck with his Republican beliefs.

I wonder what he would think of his grandson (me) who went the other way.

The next one is of a far-left candidate for President of Mexico.

He held many offices in his career but failed in three attempts to seek the presidency.

Another pin shows a different type of politician, if I can call him that.

More of a revolutionary, Che Guevara's face turned up on wall murals, flags, buttons and even tee shirts during his time with Fidel Castro in Cuba.

And finally, there's this guy.

I have no idea where or why I purchased a pin with the image of Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov but there it is.

By the way, it wasn't until he was 31 that he adopted the name "N. Lenin".

The N didn't stand for anything, like the S in Harry S Truman, but a widely held belief was that it stood for Nikolai.

Lenin was a Communist who headed the government of Russia and the Soviet Union after the abdication and assasination of Tsar Nicholas II and his family.

And so, on that bloody note, we end this tour through history.

But there are more buttons ahead.

Stay tuned.

HISTORIC

Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

One year from today is Inauguration Day.

Who will be the President?

HE'S BACK!

My name is Matty and I'm the King of the World!!!

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Hi, did you miss me?

So I'm a little lazy this morning.

Or forgetful.

I haven't been up to anything evil, I swear.

All right then, with that I think I'll just buzz along.

You Gentle Readers have a marvelous weekend and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

THROWBACK THURSDAY

There's a remarkable piece of reportage by one of my fellow bloggers today.

It's by Cindy and it can be found over on the right side of this page under "NearandFarAZ".

I say it's remarkable because it is about Carmel, Indiana and a couple of surrounding communities.

It's where my wife, the famed SWMBO, grew up and returned to raise her young family.

When I met Judy she lived in a house in a very wooded area, a forest really, just outside of Carmel and she remembers the population being around 3,000 people.

A village.

Today, as Cindy reports, Carmel is home to around 92,000 people and is a modern thriving city on the edge of Indianapolis.

Incidentally a point of interest: the name of the town is pronounced CAR-mel in Indiana.

In California their Carmel is pronounced car-MEL.

I failed to find any pictures of the town back in the day but I have this one of my dear love, from about the time that I met her . . . a girl from Carmel.

Beautiful then . . beautiful now.

A MAN

Martin Luther King Jr. was born on this date in 1929.

He was a man who knew how to draw a crowd.

He said:

 "Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness."

He would have been 91 today.

LAZY

Our "rent-a-cat" enjoying a nap on my messy unmade bed this morning.

NEARLY SILENT SATURDAY

Photo on my street, actually taken this past Thursday.

The clouds brought a bit of snow.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Hello again.

One instruction today: don't anyone comment with "OK Boomer".

I just learned what it means.

You fellow seniors, just Google it.

It snowed here last night so let us begin with . . .

And on that cheery note, I shall bring this period of hilarity to a close with the advice to all of you to enjoy yourselves and have a spectacular weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(ooooooh, now that's a bit snarky)

FRENCH APPLE CAKE

One of the blogs I follow is that of David Lebovitz, the former pastry chef at Chez Panisse restaurant in California and for a number of years now an expatriate in Paris.

He brings not only the taste of Paris but the tastes of French cuisine, most often as interpreted by an American.

He wrote on his blog about another American living in Paris, Dorie Greenspan, and her recipe for a French Apple Cake.

The recipe looked simple enough for an amateur home cook like me so yesterday I tried it.

It turned out well and I had a wee slice of it last night after dinner.

With a splash of whipped cream it was pretty darned good, if I do say so myself.