I was in high school in National City, CA. Rosie was a student there for a while, around 1962, shortly after the song came out. She always had an entourage around her and didn’t mingle outside her group.
I’m having a little trouble understanding the language here a la Newscum. If I own the property, am I the renter? Or is the person who rents the property the renter? The rentee? Why doesn’t he use the word “landlord” for clarification? I smell a rat.
It’s pretty superficial IMO to condemn someone for their God-given vocal chords. I like her! I’ve lost track of how many children she’s borne. Seven? She’s a trooper, you can’t deny that!
I watched the entire competition. (My lib brother is here and insisted.) I saw 3 beautiful women excel in their routines and came in gold, silver, and bronze. Not once did I think about their racial profile. Leave it to NPR. Just sayin’.
We lived on a ranch and had some chickens. Our Collie/German Shepard mix found out eggs were delicious and ate them joyfully right from under the laying hens. So my Dad got some very spicy hot pepper sauce and injected it into a bunch of eggs in the nests.
Cured Mickie from his keen taste for eggs. If he had had to put Mickie down, his 5 children would have had broken hearts.