"One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, 'Now, try and shove it all back in the container.' Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, 'In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth'"


I'm a pretty lucky girl to have someone like my Dad. Since I can remember, he would do anything he could to make me and my brother Pat happy. He makes mistakes, just like anyone else, has his habits and can be a total goof, but hey – the older I get, the more I'm becoming him. And I'm totally okay with that. My dad is the sweetest man I've ever met; a total bleeding heart with a soft soul who will cry watching The Wizard Of Oz but will always listen when you need someone to talk to. He is always smiling, and he is always laughing – sometimes I get a phone call from him around midnight on a weeknight and it's just him calling to tell me a good joke he heard 
that day.

He's also incredibly intelligent. Many o'nights spent up with my Dad at the kitchen table, trying to pass my History exams. And I always did, because Dad is such a passionate learner, attains information to the littlest detail about every War ever fought, and would relay this to me in such an animated, gettable way that he made me love to learn. He made me love books, and especially old movies. Old movies from the MGM era; it's why today I still believe the perfect man will always be Gene Kelly. And the hours and hours spent in our PJ's on weekend mornings marathoning Three Stooges and The Bugs Bunny & Tweety Show episodes. The man has taste.

Anyway, I just wanna express how lucky I feel today to have such a great man for a Dad. Even through the worst, he shows me that laughing it off, perseverance, and faith can get you through anything. Happy Father's Day, Pops – I love you so much!


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Priscilla Presley turns 70 today! Happy Birthday Queen Priscilla!


The Beatles held a press party at manager's Brian Epstein's house in London for the launch of the 'Sgt Pepper's' album. Linda Eastman was hired as the press photographer. They had met four days prior when Paul was at the Bag O'Nails night club, situated in the basement of 9 Kingly Street in Soho, London. The Beatles were regular visitors, particularly in 1967 and 1968, and McCartney had his own private table there.
The night I met Linda I was in the Bag O'Nails watching Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames play a great set. Speedy was banging away. She was there with the Animals, who she knew from photographing them in New York. They were sitting a couple of alcoves down, near the stage. The band had finished and they got up to either leave or go for a drink or a pee or something, and she passed our table. I was near the edge and stood up just as she was passing, blocking her exit. And so I said, 'Oh, sorry. Hi. How are you? How're you doing?' I introduced myself, and said, 'We're going on to another club after this, would you like to join us?'
That was my big pulling line! Well, I'd never used it before, of course, but it worked this time! It was a fairly slim chance but it worked. She said, 'Yes, okay, we'll go on. How shall we do it?' I forget how we did it. 'You come in our car' or whatever, and we all went on, the people I was with and the Animals, we went on to the Speakeasy.
Paul McCartney