Archive for July 29th, 2020

“What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” part 121

Wednesday, July 29th, 2020

I thought it might be fun to do two real (and kind of short) bits of history today.

This first one is all audio, with no real video, so you could put it on in the background while you work. This is an interview with Corporal Julius Franklin “General” Howell. He was born in 1846, enlisted in the Confederate Army at 16, and served in Company K of the 24th Virginia Calvary.

The interview is from 1947, when he was 101. He died in 1948.

Please do note that my posting this should not be construed as endorsement of any particular cause or idea; if I do endorse some cause or idea, I will say so here. I think it is interesting (as a half-baked frustrated wannabe historian) to hear people talk in their own words about events they lived through.

And in that vein: Mr. Samuel J. Seymour appears on “I’ve Got a Secret” on February 8, 1956. At the time, Mr. Seymour was 95.

Obit watch: July 29, 2020.

Wednesday, July 29th, 2020

NYT obit for John Saxon.

Lawrence sent me this story, which was also covered by Second City Cop: Dion Boyd, a Chicago PD officer (recently promoted to “deputy chief of criminal networks”) apparently committed suicide yesterday.

The number for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is 1-800-273-TALK (8255). If you live outside of the United States or are looking for other help, TVTropes has a good page of additional resources.

Please don’t fucking kill yourself. Entirely aside from the fact that you’ll miss all the movies of the next few decades, that you’ll miss the chance to fake your own death and escape to a South American country and become the mysterious foreigner who lives in the jungle, that you’ll leave behind a body that somebody has to clean up… you have a pretty significant chance of ending up in a nursing home, just conscious enough to feel pain and humiliation, for the rest of your life.
Give it another year. Do something different. Talk to somebody about it. Don’t end up on my unit with ARDS from inhaling your own vomit when the pills kick in. If the Huntington’s is closing in and you really gotta go before you turn into a slack-lipped veggie on a vent, plan that shit out and have your family by your bed. If you don’t think you could convince someone to sit by your bedside while you die, it’s not time for you to die yet.