October 17, 2012

INTERNATIONAL MAN OF MYSTERY!

IF YOU WRITE MYSTERY NOVELS…. which I do, and you travel internationally, which I just did, would you be considered an international man of mystery? Groovy, baby! I thought so, too. And frankly, that’s better than being an international house of pancakes. (Certainly better than eating there!) The reason I ask is that I am contemplating a trip to Oslo, Norway, to supervise the voting re-count of the Nobel Prize for Literature. I still find it hard to believe that THE PRESLEY PLOT lost out to some hack story from Viet Nam or Ghana or Paraguay or wherever the heck that writer came from. (I don’t trust those Third World judges…. look at the last Miss Universe Contest. Miss Maldives wins? What’s that about?)

Speaking of international delights….. I would like to say “szia” to Miss Monika Leipniker, a beautiful and brilliant young lady from Hungary. I met Monika on my last trip to London and was very impressed by her keen wit and literary insight. (Which means she liked my book!) “Hogy vagy?” (How are you?) I hope all is well in Jolly Old England…. and remember, if it gets too cold in London, you’re welcome to come to Austin, Texas!

And since we’re on the subject of moving to Austin….. If any of my worldwide followers are planning a move to our lovely city, you must get your hands on a copy of the AUSTIN RELOCATION GUIDE….. the brainchild of a local genius (and world-class poker player) named Kevin Evans. Mr. E publishes a wonderful guide to our city, and in my humble view, it is definitely the place to start if you’re planning to relocate. (And let’s face it, the whole world wants to live in Austin…. except Miss Maldives.) You can reach my buddy Kevin at Kevans@argpub.com

Before I close, I would also like to welcome a few more Elvis Presley Fan Clubs.

THESE CLUBS ARE THE MAIN REASON THAT MY BLOG NOW HAS CLOSE TO 3,000 FOLLOWERS IN 37 DIFFERENT COUNTRIES!!

(Which is why I capitalized the entire sentence!)

So….. A big thank you to….. Itsonlylove4thepresleys@yahoogroups.com….. Bigethehounddogs@yahoogroups.com….. Crazy4Elvis42@yahoogroups.com….. and last, but not least, Elivslovemetender@hotmail.com

Incidentally, on October 16, 1956 (Yesterday) the Elvis Presley film “Love Me Tender” premiered in the good old U.S.A. (How’s that for timing?)

Well, time to walk the grand-dog….. Have a wonderful day and be careful out there….. Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

October 3, 2012

FAKES… SNAKES… AND PATTY-CAKES!

Dearest Lovers of All Things Literary…..

On this very day, October 3rd, 1945, Elvis Presley entered a talent contest at the annual Mississippi-Alabama Fair and Dairy Show. (The states were poor even then, so they had to combine the sponsorship!) Anyway, one of Presley’s TEACHERS arranged for him to enter the contest after she heard him sing in class. (Her name, just for “the record” was Mrs. Oleta Grimes.) Elvis sang while standing on a chair and without any accompaniment. (For those of you who went to school in New York that means without music.) The Once and Future King sang a tender old hymn called “Old Shep.”

The poor lad won 5th prize! (and got spanked by his mother for going on a dangerous ride!)

Well, that was NOT the case last night! The FAKES refer to the poor folks who thought they could play poker with The Queen of Cork. (Called thus because of her love of rose wine and also because she is VERY Irish… think freckles!) The SNAKES refer to yours truly, well known in poker circles (and among squares) as THE COBRA! And finally, PATTY-CAKES is the nickname (yeah, she has several) of the woman who destroyed all of the competition at the huge and vicious My Place Poker Palace last night….. the one and only cutthroat chick, formerly known as the Corpus Christi Crusher…. Patricia Eileen McCloskey! (nee Yanoff)

Don’t ask me how (because it’s too painful to remember) but the above poker machine ousted the mighty Cobra and several hundred others saps to place SECOND in the tournament.

She almost won the whole darn thing, but lost to a full house (the place was crowded) on the river! (Actually, we were playing inside, not on the river, but you know what I mean.) Yes, sir, that woman is “one of a kind” when it comes to games of chance. And me? Well, I played extremely good (what else is new?) but alas, my pocket queens were trumped by Big Slick on the flop. (In keeping with THE PRESLEY PLOT theme I took my defeat well, but I insisted on singing two verses of “Don’t Be Cruel.”)

My utter grief and humiliation was short-lived… I ran into some friends in the parking lot and they asked me if they could purchase a couple of books. (By sheer coincidence, I had several boxes, I mean, copies in my pickup truck.) Consequently, I sold two books, autographed them, and went on my merry way… back to Merrywing Circle. Well, I didn’t win the dang tournament or increase my standing, but I am now the best-selling author of the Jester Center Parking Lot. (Hey, it’s all good!)

Today is sunny and pleasant down here in Austin, Texas. I am on my way to spend some quality time with my grand-dog! I hope you have a wonderful day, too.

(Baker, my grand-dog says hello!)

Love to all,

Doc Yanoff, F.P.L. (Former Poker Legend.)

September 30, 2012

LOVE THY NEIGHBORS!

I sure do! Especially after our recent book reading/book signing block party, held yesterday on Merrywing Circle in lovely Austin, Texas. We had a great turnout, and much to my surprise, I was the featured entertainment!

Bowing to popular demand (some were just kneeling) I read several excerpts from my new mystery novel THE PRESLEY PLOT. Much to my delight, nobody booed or threw any food, so I went on to discuss the perils and pitfalls of modern day publishing.

After a thunderous round of applause (Yes, it was raining) I held a Q & A (Question and Answer) session, and that too went quite well. In fact, it was the first time I’ve held such a session outside of a police department, and I found it very educational. There were some great questions. I answered all of them as honestly as I could, but I did make up the part about me being nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. (Nobody challenged me, so I threw in the Oscar and Emmy for good measure.)

As a token of my appreciation to our hosts, the lovely and talented Erika Lima, and her brilliant and sophisticated husband Francisco, I brought a bag filled with books and gave each neighbor an autographed copy of THE PRESLEY PLOT. (Two wanted money, but they settled for the book.) Our neighbors were simply overjoyed, but just between you and me, I think a few of them thought that I was Stephen King.)

Nevertheless, a wonderful time was had by all. The event was sort of a “pot luck” deal, meaning that each neighbor brought a different dish and some liquid refreshments tailored toward adults. (i.e., booze) Patty’s pasta was the hit of the party, but all of the food was good, and so was the company.

One neighbor told me that if I was ever in his area I should drive by his house.

Hey, what did he mean by that?

Well, buckeroos, I have some gardening to do, so I must bid you farewell.

Keep those cards and letters coming and remember never to squat with your spurs on!

Happy trails!

Doc Yanoff

September 28, 2012

QUEENS AND KINGS… ARE WONDERFUL THINGS!

GOOD AFTERNOON, FELLOW STALACITES!

I say stalacites, because like me, you are “hanging in there.” Uh oh, I’m off to a “rocky” start. What can I say? I have a “cavernous” mind. Well, I’m sure you get “the point.”

All right, no more mineral or stone jokes!

Who do I think I am, Chris Rock? Billy “Crystal?” I think not! (I had to get those two out of my system.)

Anyway….. I used the above heading (Queens and Kings) not to reference THE PRESLEY PLOT and The King, but to point out that I have been spending way too much time playing the cruel and devious game of Texas Hold ‘Em Poker. True, I have been winning loads of chips from my fellow gambling enthusiasts, but man does not live by “bread” alone. (Especially in France.)

I have made the “Final Table” (sounds like an autopsy thing) in the last 3 poker tournaments! (With little or no cheating I might add!) Naturally, my brilliant card play has resulted in a huge increase in my overall ranking and point accumulation. If I keep playing at this level, I will become a gambling legend throughout the Southwest and in two or three counties in rural Arkansas. Time will tell if I make the move to Vegas, but since I detest casinos, I doubt it. (No light, no sun, no fresh air, no fun!)

Yesterday was enjoyable and profitable for another reason….. I had a long overdue reunion with Terri Schexnayder and Helen Ginger, the two wonderful women who used to run the Writers’ League of Texas during its heyday. They looked marvelous, and as I expected, they are still accomplishing some wonderful things here in Austin. Those two are a class act! (More about the purpose of our meeting in a future blog….. but hold onto your hats, because it’s quite exciting!)

I also had a great meeting with Larry Brill, the former television newscaster and talented producer of “Writing Across Texas.” (Which in my humble opinion, was the best show ever produced in Austin. And I’m not just saying that because I was one of the interviewers!) Larry is also a class act, and in addition to his thriving media career, he is also an author! He has written several books and one day I expect to see his name on the New York Times Bestseller List. If any of you folks need a great media person, Larry Brill is the man to call. (Listed, of course, under Brill Media in the phone book.)

Finally, on this day, in 1957, the Long-Playing Album “ELVIS PRESLEY’ reached number one on the Billboard album chart and stayed there for six weeks. When you get a chance, ask someone under the age of 30 to describe a “Long Playing Album.” Trust me, you will have a good laugh! (One of my college students thought a turn table was something that a bird sat on!)

I think he was confusing “turn” with “tern.”

Well, in any case, it’s my turn to say adios! Have a great day and make somebody smile…..

Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

September 14, 2012

FLEA MARKET MANIA!

SO….. a while back, as I was ruminating about my trip to France… and discussing some of the French masters, I signed out by saying “Au Renoir!” (Instead of “au revoir!)

Well….. apparently my harmless little joke set off a chain of cosmic events that culminated in a brief, but shining example of serendipity! (What the heck is he babbling about now?) First, my definition of “serendipity.” Which to me, is like searching for a needle in a haystack and finding the farmer’s daughter! In other words, incredible good luck. So, to what cosmic-like happening am I referring? (Fasten your seat belts, art lovers!)

Two days ago, as I was putting the finishing touches on my second mystery novel titled MURDER ON MAIDEN LANE, an actual RENOIR came on the market in a most unusual fashion! Several years before, a Virginia woman went to a local flea market (ostensibly to buy fleas) but ended up plunking down $7.00 for a little framed painting that she thought was a “poor copy” of Renoir’s painting style. Well, fast forward several years, and guess what? The woman now owns a bona fide work by Pierre-Auguste Renoir!! (I wonder which summer month Renoir liked the most?) Anyway, the French impressionist was very talented. (They say he did a great Elvis impersonation!) He was also a decent painter.

How decent you ask?

The Potomac auction house handling the sale is expecting a MINIMUM bid of….. $100,000! (And if you want more than the frame, bring a lot of loot!) Just between you and me, this little darling is going to fetch much, much more. How do I know? Because I know something others don’t. (This guy Renoir is dead! No more paintings from him!) By the way, in case you are interested, the painting goes on the auction block on September 29th. (No out-of-town checks will be accepted.)

For you cultured types, the painting dates back to 1879 (the year before James Garfield was elected President!) and is titled…… “Paysage Bords de Seine.” (Which in English, means “Landscape on the Banks of the Seine.”) Having just come from Paris, I can tell you that there are many banks along the Seine, but the exchange rate stinks!) I hope the French go back to using francs. (The Germans could then use sausage!) Hot dog! I would “relish” such a monetary shift.

And speaking of francs….. one of the few things that is known about the Renoir painting is that it was purchased by a French art gallery in June 1925 from a woman who called herself Madame Papillon for 5,000 francs. (Remember the movie called “Papillon?” Starring Steve McQueen and Dustin Hoffman?) Just coincidence? I think not, monsieur! Want to hear something even weirder? “Papillon” is the French word for butterfly! And Steve McQueen’s last name? Yeah, now you know where I’m going….. Butterfly McQueen! Just another coincidence? I think not again! (I’m spending too much time on the computer.)

Well, in all seriousness, I think this is a fascinating story. I will never, ever make fun of folks who go to the flea market again! (Unless they come back with a Rembrandt.)

Have a wonderful weekend! Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

September 12, 2012

THE GOOD BOOK….. THE VERY GOOD BOOK!

No, my friends, not THE PRESLEY PLOT! The other Good Book. (The Holy Bible) I have some interesting news to report, and as you might imagine, it will be the “gospel truth!” (Surely you saw that one coming!) Well, in any case, check this out…..

A bible once owned by ELVIS PRESLEY (a Chrisitmas gift from his uncle way back in 1957) was recently sold at auction (in England) for the incredibly sum of ….. 59,000 Pounds!

So, you might wonder, how much would that be in U.S. currency? How does $94,000 sound? (I hope it sounds good, because that’s the amount.) My mom always said that the Scriptures can enrich the soul, but she never mentioned an exact number.

I had heard rumors about this auction when I was in London two weeks ago, but I had no idea that the worn and tattered Bible would fetch such a handsome price. The big numbers are usually reserved for books or manuscripts that are in good to excellent condition. The Presley Bible was in fair condition at best, but that just proves how valuable anything connected to the King can be. When I heard the news I wondered what two reels of never-before-heard songs by Elvis Presley might be worth. Just between you and me, that would be a good plot for a mystery novel. (Sounds a little familiar to me!)

Anyway, I understand that an American gentleman was the winning bidder, but the dear boy did not wish to be identified. (NO, it was not me!) However, I should mention that there were over 300 bidders involved at the auction and hundreds more bidding online. (Including a certain mystery author from Austin, Texas.) In case you’re curious, the Bible was leather-bound with gold lettering on the cover. Roughly 1600 pages long. And now for the best part….. there were at least 20-30 annotations by the King himself! (How cool!)

One of the entries written by ELVIS read….. “To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.” (I always attributed this saying to Jacques Cousteau, but I guess I was wrong.) Nevertheless, it is a very deep thought and speaks volumes about the man himself. I wonder what he was referring to? I don’t suppose we will ever know for sure, but it’s quite intriguing.

Finally, in light of my September 4th blog (“I see London, I see France… “) you might be interested to know that one of the few items that did NOT sell was a pair of underwear once worn by Elvis himself! Would this be considered a “stain” on the event? The underwear was shown “briefly,” but alas, there were no bidders. Again, I do not wish to make a “big flap,” about this, but I am surprised. (I can’t think of any Fruit of the Loom jokes, so let’s move on.)

On my next blog post I have some exciting news about our blog membership level and all of the new outlets that are now offering THE PRESLEY PLOT.

If I were you, I would stay home, forget about work, grab a cold beer, and wait for the next post. (Welcome to my world!)

Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

September 9, 2012

“THE PRESLEY PLOT”….. A FRENCH BESTSELLER!

Excusez-moi, mesdames et monssieurs!

I almost forgot to mention that THE PRESLEY PLOT (“Le Complot Presley”) is now the number one bestselling mystery novel at the world famous Le Meridien Etoile bookstore in Paris! (Eat your heart out, E.L. James!)

Proving that they have exquisite taste, the Parisians gobbled up each and every copy that I provided! (That dang suitcase weighed a ton!) In England, THE PRESLEY PLOT was selling for 10 pounds, which is roughly $15 here in the U.S. If I recall, the French were selling the book for about 12 eruos, which is about the same, give or take a few cents. All very confusing, but that’s show biz.

I wish to publicly thank the Meridien Hotel group for their kindness. (Do you think a “French Toast” would be appropriate?) Why not….. Vive la France! Incidentally, they were also sweet enough to provide a very lovely room upgrade on my return visit… a great room overlooking the Eiffel Tower! Very kind and most memorable.

In truth, the “French Connection,” (meaning the bookstore) was a complete surprise, and I am most grateful to the charming demoiselle that offered to feature my modest tale. (I do feel a little guilty. I told her that I was Victor Hugo’s great-grandson.) What some folks won’t do for fame!

Hopefully my commission will be paid in euros. (Then I’ll have to go back to Paris to spend all that loot!) And you thought being a writer was easy? Ha! The pressure never stops! (All right, maybe it lets up a little while you’re munching on caviar and drinking champagne, but that’s about it.) By the way, the French word “etoile,” means “star” in English. Now I ask you, was there ever a bigger star than Elvis Presley? I think not. Another strange coincidence!

Well, I must leave you now. I am flipping through a catalog of French countryside chateaus….. just in case THE PRESLEY PLOT takes off. I’m torn between the Medoc region and Burgundy. Decisions, decisions! I guess it will come down to wine. I’ll keep you informed of my progress…..

L’Amour pour tous…..

Au Renoir,

Doc Yanoff

September 4, 2012

I SAW LONDON, I SAW FRANCE, I SAW ELVIS UNDERPANTS!

No kidding. Whilst walking around a London department store, I spotted a pair of Elvis boxer shorts! The King’s image was in all the wrong places, if you know what I mean. (Let’s not make a big “flap” out of this.) I did NOT buy a pair, but I was tempted. Nevertheless, this proves that some people will do anything to get close to Elvis. (A little too close, if you ask me!)

I am writing to you from my boyhood home, a quaint and quiet village called Manhattan. Home to a mere 12 million residents, all of them willing to greet you with a smile and a handshake. (Some loose change required.) Ah, the joy of communal fellowship! Here everyone is strange, I mean, there are no strangers. Everyone seems to know your name… if you name is “Hey, Buddy.”

But I digress…… While I am waiting for my limo to arrive, I will share some final thoughts about my trip. First, old chap, we turn to England…..

Did you ever wonder where all of those shabby clothes from the sixties went? The tie-dyed shirts, striped pants, bad hats, etc.? They were shipped to London!

Americans put cheese on everything. The British will only put cheese on a stale cracker.

The British do NOT believe in air-conditioning, cold beer, or ice. (They are a very warm people.)

The British speak English. We speak American. (Know what I mean, dude?)

AND LEST WE FORGET OUR FRIENDS IN FRANCE…….

The French understand odors. (Think perfume) In most of their hotels the toilet is separated from the sink and shower. Believe me, this is a fantastic idea. Think how many friendships and marriages could be saved if we adopted this design. (We would probably cut our divorce rate in half, maybe more in Texas, where we consume a lot of beans.)

Paris is the undisputed capital of ugly sneakers and hideous shoes, but the women and men wear lovely scarves. (The Arab women wear scarves, too. Unfortunately, they only wear black, and black is soooo yesterday.)

NOBODY in the entire country of France understands the tipping system.

Quiche Lorraine is not a real woman.

Roquefort cheese can destroy a marriage. (Unless your spouse likes the smell of dirty socks.)

Never order Beef Wellington, or anything else named Wellington, in France.

AND FINALLY…… ENGLAND AND FRANCE ARE SIMPLY WONDERFUL!

GREAT FOOD, GREAT HISTORY, GREAT PEOPLE, GREAT ALLIES!

IF YOU GET A CHANCE…. GO!

Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

August 26, 2012

ELVIS! EVIAN! EIFFEL!

BON JOUR MADEMOISELLE ET MONSIEUR AMERICANO!

Well, after four days in Paris, France, all I can say is….. VIVE LA FRANCE! …..VIVA LAS VEGAS! ….. VIVA ZAPATA! What a grand and beautiful city is Paris, “The City of Lights.” (Not to be confused with Las Vegas, “The City of Fights.”) I must say from “ze getgo” (not an official French term) that Paris is incredibly beautiful, majestic, and truly a grand. The buildings (especially the museums) are like none other in the world….. and this from a guy who grew up in New York. Honestly, there is almost nothing on earth to rival some of the great museums in this city, and the Countess and I visited some of the best and most impressive, but you know the names, so I shall not bore you.

In my younger days, I thought that France would be a great place to visit if there were fewer French people there, but again, my views have changed. Everyone was quite hospitable and charming, and we did not encounter a single act of rudeness. (Except for that one guard in front of the Mona Lisa…… How did I know you weren’t supposed to trace over the painting?) Anyway, the good news is this: the French have changed! They are more like the English. (Who bear a vague resemblance to us.)

How could anyone find fault with a country that gave us French toast, French fries, and French kissing? (By the way, I tried the kissing thing on the hotel elevator and got slapped for my trouble! The maid did not appreciate my “tongue in cheek” attitude. (So much joie de vivre!)

Lady Spendthrift – who has now been renamed Le Countess de Currency – got off to a bit of a rocky start by referring to the most famous landmark in the city as “The Awful Tower.” (I straightened things out by telling the locals that she posed for one of the gargoyles on the church of Notre Dame.) I think the “Frenchies” believed me. (They are so “Gaulible.”)

I intended to read a passage or deux of THE PRESLEY PLOT at the Louvre, but there were too many gendarmes guarding the place and they did not look like Elvis fans to me. (Who the hell is Edith Piaf?) I think she may have been a gourmet chef, because I once saw a dish called Rice Piaf on a menu. In any case, I did not do a public reading, but I have spread the word about the book around the city. I hope the good citizens of Paris will buy a few copies, and I think they will like the story. After all these folks think Jerry Lewis is funny! (Let’s just hope they don’t think my writing is crepe!)

For those of you who are keeping track of my whereabouts (friends, family, the I.R.S., burglars, etc.) I happen to be aboard a luxury river barge called the River Royale. We are presently docked at a charming village in the south of France. (A place called Chalon sur Saone…… which loosely interpreted means “the town of many missing Euros.”) Tomorrow we are off with our dear friends, Barbara and Max Talbott (who are celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary today!) for a tour Chateau de Pommard in Burgundy. If I don’t get locked in a wine cellar, I will give you an update on my international tour to promote (or destroy) Franco-American repartee!

Until then, mon ami, remember to pursue joie de vivre!

And now I must say Adieu! (And Adieu have to go to dinner!)

Monsieur Stephan Yanoff, The Count of Mushy Crisco!

August 21, 2012

LIVE FROM LONDON!

Good morning, ladies, lords, and assorted vagabonds……

Today I am “broadcasting” almost live (I’m still a little sleepy) from the lovely Egerton House Hotel in Knightsbridge. (An up and coming area of London!) Lady Spendthrift and I are having a jolly good time chatting with our British cousins, who have almost forgiven us for the Revolutionary War and the tiff of 1812. (I was gracious and told them that the second conflict could have gone either way.)

Now for an update…. THE PRESLEY PLOT is selling quite well here in London. Last night I gave a little speech in Chelsea, which is south of our hotel, maybe 2 miles as the crow flies. (Better make that pigeons!) I spent the evening in Chelsea. (No jokes, please.) Lovely area, reminds one (or two) of Greenwich Village, but without the garbage and with better beer. Her Ladyship and I consumed a few pints of lager at a local pub and then dined on some truly wonderful Indian cuisine at a restaurant called Chutney Mary. (Not to be confused with Bloody Mary.) The food, as they say on Long Island, was to die for! Best lamb of my life. Mary had a lot of lamb, lot of lamb, lot of lamb…… well, you know how the nursery rhyme goes.

Several minutes ago, I gave another amazing performance here at the Egerton House, speaking to a packed room filled with hung-over tourists dying to hear about my literary adventures. We met some wonderful people and made a lot of new friends, which is the point of this whole exercise. What a lovely crowd. And breakfast was once again marvelous!

In a moment we are going to hail a cab and wander up to the British Museum. I hear the place is packed with old stuff, but we are going anyway. I’m hoping they have some mummies for this daddy to view. (I wonder if mummies listen to “wrap” music?) Her Ladyship is still mad at me for that bathroom joke…… last night she wanted a glass of water at the Indian restaurant, so I told her to go into the “Water Closet,” which wasn’t really a closet, but did contain some water. (When Lords and Ladies use the bathroom is that considered a “Royal Flush?”) Ah well, she’ll get over it when she has a pint or two.

Today at breakfast we met a charming couple from Tunisia, so in their honor, we will dining on Tunisian food this evening. They pointed us in the right direction, so I’m sure we will be in for a treat. Believe it or not, I think I’ll be chowing down on lamb again. (We need to eat as many of them as we can, as they are truly vicious animals!) Besides, they like to “pull the wool” over people’s eyes, so who needs them.

*****A SPECIAL NOTE: I have met about 90 Londoners in regards to THE PRESLEY PLOT, and if you are reading this from London, please feel free to drop by or ring me up at the Egerton House. I will make every effort to say hello or autograph a copy of my book for you. And in any case, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

And now we return to our regularly scheduled program…… I will write again soon, probably tomorrow when we arrive in Paris. (We are taking the chunnel in the tunnel at noon.) Whence we arrive in the City of Lights (not to be confused with Washington, D.C., the City of Dim Wits) we will be “hooking up” with our dear friends from Texas, Barbara and Max Talbott. Paris will never be the same!

By the way, in yesterday’s post, I misspelled the word HOOKAH. (I forgot to add the “h” at the end.) I apologize to any of you who frequent hookahs….. especially Lee Bomblatus, who is a legend in the Azores and in certain parts of Round Rock, Texas.

Well, I must run or I shall miss the grand exhibition at the British Museum….. please take care and have a wonderful day.

Cheerio and Rice Crispies……

Doc Yanoff….. The Galloping Gourmet!