At least Monk, Jimmy and John were their guinuine selves.
Mongo normally just acted crazy to collect on the insurance policy.
The "blue" lady at Overton Park was an urban legend.
Elvis is a living myth.
University of Memphis bat boy Stan Bronson is a living legend in the Guinness Book of World Records
No one knows who's Vance Lauderdale because no one has placed a finger on that yet.
According to "The Oxford companion to American food and drink" by Andrew F. Smith ... "commercial canning of sausage had appeared by the mid-nineteenth century. The term 'Vienna' or 'Vienna-style' seems to appeared around 1903". A company that made canned sausage that was located close to Memphis is the Bryan Packing Company (now known as Bryan Foods Inc.) at West Point, Mississippi. They began packing vienna sausages in oil back in 1938. But Smith doesn't say why Archibald K. Wortham was buried in Memphis when he "kicked the can."Some credit Johann Georg Lahner (1772 � 1845) for making the original "vienna sausage" (but not the canned ones). There's a plaque in Vienna at Lahner's last place of buisness that reads "....here the butcher family Lahner produced from 1832 to 1967 the sausages known only in Vienna as Frankfurter sausages but in the whole world as Viennese sausages�.
It might be just an ordinary chef and doesnt have anything to do with pizza. This green statue may be carrying a rectangular serving tray and not a rectangular pizza pan.
This statue most likely is a french cook because of the blue apron which means he is not a chef but is an apprentice. A chef wears white apron and not blue. Guess thats also why the statue is green because this cook is a rookie.
Working chefs and cooks wear pants with black-and-white checks to camouflages minor spills and soiling. Executive chefs wear solid black pants.
Anyway, long story short... chef uniforms whose origins are complicated and rambling
I don't recall clearly but wasn't there a Hart's Bakery near Fred Montesi across the street on Madison? (I might be mixing that up with the Montesi on Summer, for they had a Montesi there but I never recalled going to the store on Summer Avenue.) I just know while on Poplar and turning west on the street where Joe Liquor Store (the one with the "historic" classic neon sign) to drive toward Madison to go to Fred Montesi. Anyway, while in the area there was Hart's Bread bakery and one can smell the mouth-watering, appetite-enticing aroma of fresh bread baking.The Montesi Markets and the family themselves were a soap opera to themselves that rival the Presley folklore. Their business dealings, a family murder, and tax problems. Think the Montesi family or company also owned all the Blockbusters in Memphis.I do recall my first visit to Fred Montesi in the early '60s. I went to a fountain to get a drink of water. I drank from the lower-height fountain because I was a kid and it was easier to reach. The water was very warm and "heavy". Store staff walking by was giving me a funny look and stared as they passed me. I then drank from the higher-height fountain and it was cool and refreshing despite initially getting splashed in the face and eye with the water. I assume the other water fountain more my height was out of order. Then later when just walking around the store and returning to the fountains, I noticed there was a sign above the "shorter" fountain that I did not see the first time around. The sign read "Colors Only". This was the firt time I encountered the practices of segregation toward blacks. It was something I was never aware existed or told about as a "non-black" child.
Sad so many thought Dr. John R. Brinkley was a stand-up guy. Just think, he almost became the Governor of Kansas.I'm sure the poor goat glands after surgery were saying, "We are not in Kansas anymore"
Those socks remind me of the story that one time Grampa Simpson told before those cut and paste days about Swedish Lunchbox.
Three wars back we called Sauerkraut "liberty cabbage" and we called liberty cabbage "super slaw" and back then a suitcase was known as a "Swedish lunchbox." Of course, nobody knew that but me. Anyway, long story short... is a phrase whose origins are complicated and rambling.
Wonder if Sanders later had a pet section in the store.
Then when you purchased a cat and put your key in the selection,
you got a whole kitten KEEDOOZLE
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