Brandin Cooks will have spectacular homecoming

Wide receiver Brandin Cooks says good-bye to New Orleans in this social media post in March after he was traded from the Saints to the New England Patriots. INSTAGRAM

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Brandin Cooks will have a spectacular homecoming.

The new Patriot and former Saint will score five touchdowns in a 48-17 romp in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome on Sunday.

It will be the speedy wide receiver’s first game in the Superdome since the Saints traded him March 11 to the Patriots for two draft picks.

Cooks joined the Saints as a first-round pick from Oregon State in 2014.

He is coming off back-to-back 1,100-yard seasons and caught 17 touchdown passes the past two years, including receptions of 98 and 87 yards in 2016.

Cooks had three receptions for 88 yards and no touchdowns in his first game for the defending Super Bowl champion Patriots in their 2017 opener Sept. 7, a 42-27 loss to the Kansas City Chiefs.

His homecoming Sunday will be spectacular because the Saints are two games under .500 in the Superdome since 2014 and have a 1-10 record in September.

The Saints play no defense and the Patriots have plenty of offense. To steal a line from Cliff Kirkland, the Saints think defense is something that goes around dee house, as in dee-fence, and the Patriots will have an easy time knocking down that dee-fence.

Brandin Cooks will finish with eight receptions for 177 yards and four touchdowns, and score a fifth on a 65-yard run.

No way Tom Brady and the Patriots are going 0-2.

Yes way Drew Brees and the Saints are going 0-2, perhaps on their way to 0-16.

The Saints will also be 0-2 in homecoming games this season. The first loss was running back Adrian Peterson’s forgettable return to Minnesota.

You know, the six carries for 18 yards in his first game as a Saint after 11,765 yards rushing and 102 touchdowns in 10 seasons with the Vikings.

The Patriots will go into the game with just three wide receivers. The team ruled out Danny Amendola (concussion/knee) and Matthew Slater (hamstring), this on top of Super Bowl hero Julian Edelman out for the season with a torn ACL.

No problem. Cooks is in.

Editor’s note: The image at the top of this post is a screen grab from Cooks’ Instagram account after he was traded from the Saints to the Patriots in March. “My love for you all is deep,” Cooks said in this good-bye to New Orleans.

Tulane will shake up College Football Playoff picture

The Tulane Green Wave will pull off the Upset of the 21st Century on Saturday against the mighty Oklahoma Sooners. OU FOOTBALL INSTAGRAM

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Tulane will shake up the College Football Playoff picture.

Yeah, The Tulane University, the little New Orleans school that could. The school is so little, the fans who attend road games are few. Maybe the sports information director and three Uptown friends.

Yeah, the team that is 1-1 and sixth in the American West with absolutely no chance of getting into the CFP picture this century.

Some sportswriters are wishy-washy and willy-nilly and namby-pamby about their weekly predictions.

I’m not. Watch the Green Wave, 35-point underdogs, shock the No. 2-ranked Oklahoma Sooners on Saturday night in Norman before a crowd of four Tulane fans and 86,108 OU fans.

Tulane 35, Oklahoma 31. Bet on it. Not a whole lot of money. Maybe pocket change.

My pick is based on using the Theory of Faulty Logic. The pick violates some of the basic laws of logic. One of the basic laws is that Oklahoma will beat Tulane 59-13. I saw that prediction on a bookmaking site.

I’m going against the grain. I know it’s wild and crazy and stupid, but the upset will happen. It will be the Upset of the 21st Century.

You won’t catch Tulane looking ahead to Army, the team Ohio State plays Saturday, Ohio State the team that quarterback Baker Mayfield and the Sooners embarrassed three nights ago in Columbus.

I’ve been doing a lot of studying. One statistic stands out.

The Greenies are giving up just 140 yards passing per game this season.

Their defense, unlike the one that plays for Ohio State, will challenge Mayfield. Actually, challenge is not the word. They will intercept Mayfield three or four times and give him a face-planting five or six times.

Mayfield has lost his focus. He’s caught up in the Heisman Trophy hype. He’s doing radio interviews and talking about his wish to meet Pro Football Hall of Fame quarterback Brett Favre, the Master of Supreme Self-Confidence.

Cockiness will get in Mayfield’s way. He’ll have no respect for the little Greenies, just like he had no respect for the big ol’ Buckeyes. He’s still apologizing for disrespecting the Buckeyes with a victorious midfield flag plant. Around 8:30 p.m. Saturday, he will be apologizing for losing.

Oklahoma’s 31-16 win at Ohio State will be forgotten, and the Sooners’ CFP hopes will plunge. No OU at Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta on Jan. 8, the site and the date of the national championship game.

On Twitter, I have started following F— Baker Mayfield, a strong ally in my deep dislike for Mayfield. FBM caught my eye with these two perfect retweets.

I’m sure my wife, Patty, an Ohio State graduate, will also become an FBM follower. She’s the reason I’m a Buckeyes fan down here in South Mississippi.

Right now, the Greenies are so confident they are practicing for the postgame flag-planting celebration at Owen Field.

Make sure to put it in Mayfield’s pie hole, and when that happens, the soul of Jimmy Steele will raise his cup to the Greenies.

A One, A Two, A Helluva Hullabaloo.

‘The Deuce’ is the worst new show on TV

'The Deuce' is unbelievable. It's hard to believe this big-time HBO series can be bad. IMDB

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“The Deuce,” the much-publicized and much-lauded HBO series about the sleazy side of New York City in 1971, is the worst new show on TV.

I watched the premiere Sunday night after watching Dak Prescott and the Dallas Cowboys beat Eli Manning and the New York Giants 19-3 in an NFL season opener on NBC, and I couldn’t make it beyond the first half of “The Deuce’s” 80-minute first episode of pimps, prostitutes and johns.

It’s a crushing disappointment. It’s a bore.

It lacks focus. It’s all over the place. It introduces too many characters.

James Franco is a joke.

This tweet is so good, I wish I could steal it and make it my own.

Maggie Gyllenhaal is a bigger joke. Gyllenhaal gives me the giggles, and they are intentional.

This tweet is so good, I wish I could steal it and make it my own.

The show’s dialogue makes me cringe. Scenes make me cringe.

Bring back “Vinyl.” Hell, bring back “Public Morals.”

I watched all of “Vinyl,” the HBO series canceled after just one season, and there was never a dull moment. Bobby Cannavale and the rest of the cast were quite good and they played believable characters.

I watched a few episodes of “Public Morals,” the canceled TNT series that deserved more than just one season. Edward Burns and the rest of the cast were quite good and they played believable characters.

No one in “The Deuce” is believable, and that makes it bad. I hope it doesn’t get a second season.

I’m done with it. HBO might as well cancel the rest of the first season.

I’ll never forget what Roy Rolison taught me

Sports editor Roy Rolison in a print ad for the South Mississippi Sun in 1973, the newspaper's first year.

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For the past seven days, I’ve spent considerable time remembering Roy Rolison, my teacher and my friend who passed away on Aug. 26 at the age of 67.

Roy was the sports editor at The South Mississippi Sun in Gulfport from 1973 to 1982, and I was a rookie sportswriter at The Daily Herald in Gulfport in 1973.

The Sun was a new morning newspaper that year and The Herald, where Roy had been a sportswriter, was a traditional afternoon newspaper. Both were owned by the same company and both operated in the same building.

The Herald newsroom was near the front of the building and The Sun newsroom was in the back, and though we worked different hours, I became friends with Roy and in 1978 he hired me as a sportswriter at The Sun.

I was just 21 when I started at the Herald and Roy was only two years older than me, though he seemed to have 200 more years of knowledge, newspaper experience and talent than I had.

His knowledge included the Gulfport-Biloxi night life. Without him, I would have never known Spider’s, T.O.’s, The Sports Page and The Fiesta. Hanging out with him kept me from being a monk.

Ham sandwiches

 My late-night memories include a 2 a.m. phone call I answered about a year after Patty and I got married. Roy called. He was across the street with some guys at Mike Tonos’ house. Tonos was a city editor at The Sun.

Roy asked for ham sandwiches and said Patty and I could bring them to Tonos’ house. I didn’t think that was funny. The call woke me up and put me in a foul mood. I said something rude to Roy and slammed the phone.

I’m surprised I wasn’t fired the next day because Roy was my boss.

Roy taught me through observational learning, even when I was at The Herald. I watched how he worked.

I read his column, Sunny Side Up. I would try to emulate his inspired writing style. One or two times, I stole a phrase from his column because it was so good.

I was also influenced by his headline writing and the way The Sun sports pages were designed.

‘Rip ‘Em Rolison and Kick ‘Em Kirkland’

When I was at The Sun, I worked with Cliff Kirkland, my longest-running friend to this day. Roy hired Cliff as a sportswriter around 1975, and Cliff became sports editor after Roy left the paper.

Roy and Cliff were the writers I wanted to be. As columnists, they were provocateurs. They would tell it like it is, to borrow from Howard Cosell, and would get a rise out of readers who disagreed with their opinions.

They became known as “Rip ‘Em Rolison” and “Kick ‘Em Kirkland.”


Roy loved to get scoops, and he helped me get my own.

My most memorable was when I found out the name of the new Gulfport High football coach well in advance of the athletic director’s announcement of the hiring. This was in 1978.

The AD would not confirm the name, but Roy told me to go with the story with the name of the new coach.

We were right and the AD did not like that we broke his news.

At a press conference to announce the hiring, the AD said to me, “John, would you like some coffee? It’s not poison.”


We lived for covering high school and college football and the New Orleans Saints.

Pigskin Picks was one of The Sun’s most creative football features. Each week during the season, the sports staff and a guest picker would make predictions accompanied by a story that was like a comedy piece. It poked fun at the guest picker.

Tonos, who looked like Los Angeles Dodgers second baseman Davey Lopes, was the guest one week and two pictures ran with the story. One showed Lopes laughing and the other showed Tonos imitating Lopes laughing. I believe this was Roy’s idea and it worked to perfection.

When I started at The Herald, I gave up my pursuit of a journalism degree because I had the job I wanted and Roy Rolison was among people who would educate me.

He was the main one. I’m forever thankful.

Editor’s note: The picture with this post shows Roy in a print ad for The Sun in November 1973. Years later, The Sun and The Herald merged to become the Sun Herald, a morning daily. I retired from the Sun Herald in March. One of my retirement gifts was a picture showing me with Roy and Cliff covering a basketball game. Cliff presented me with the picture.

My Facebook went to the dogs and it was ama-zzzzz-ing

Soft butt to lean on

Broadmoor Bureau Chief

My Facebook went to the dogs on Sunday, Sept. 3.

It was ama-zzzzz-ing.

It all started with this Facebook post about Tilly, our 4-year-old basset hound who lives, and sleeps a lot, in Gulfport, Mississippi.

I included this message with the post: “I bet our dog can outsleep your dog. Feel free to share a photo of your napper, and I’ll publish the pictures in a new blog post.”

The post was written on my blog and was shared on my own Facebook page and The Wonderful World of Basset Hounds Facebook page.

I heard from my daughter, my brother, a cousin, a cousin’s wife, old friends and new strangers.

I received more than 40 photos of great-looking dogs in funny sleeping positions, and most of the pictures included clever comments from their owners.

For this post, I embedded photos I received on my Facebook page and I made screen grabs from the basset hounds Facebook page.

Gus just “hanging out” 😂


Silk bed with Vera Bradley blanket


We like couches and sleeping bags.

Kaiya. But she woke up for the picture.

Kaleb is a champion napper, however.



Sally Suzi. Was heading to the couch for a snooze. She didn’t make it 🐾It was way too far.

Dakota loves to visit Grandma.

Rigby and Sadie – my lapdogs.

Boss and Beignet. Unfortunately, both have passed on.

Too many to choose from…Party Dog

As long as there is no thunder, Juliet is a champ.

As long as there is no thunder, Juliet is a champ.

Tadder and BettyJo while thunderstorm is overhead

Tadder and BettyJo while thunderstorm is overhead

Tracker Jack tracks his food bowl first and then his comfy bed.

Tracker Jack tracks his food bowl first and then his comfy bed.

Sophie has small bursts of energy between long naps.

Sophie has small bursts of energy between long naps.

Soft butt to lean on

Soft butt to lean on

Just saw this. Here’s a late addition from the owners of the house where the Filmmakers Dinner was held on Thursday before the Telluride Film Festival. Eight-year-old basset decides to take a nap while waiting for the elevator.

Maggie and her moose

Maggie and her moose



Mick has to have his blanky

Mick has to have his blanky



My Charlie




Jasper fell asleep trying to find something educational to watch


Napping is Fred’s favorite pastime.

Another Fred

My boy Elmer, from Bristol uk x

This is Winnie snoozing

This is Flopsy Mae

Minerva sleeping……..zzzzzzzz

And Andres, her brother, doing the same………..ssssssssss

Prince Harry loves to wrap himself up

Tracker Jack from Iowa

Priscilla from Ohio.

Gus loved to nap in any position lol

Here is my Sunshine ready for bed.

Abby fell asleep eating a bone!


Rocky from San Diego

Winnie in Alaska: “I get stuff stuck in my jowls a lot”

Beau can crash out anywhere!


Kylee Dawn and Kaitlynn Skye


 Molly and George




Tilly sleeps through 4th anniversary

Tilly takes a nap at 2 o'clock in the afternoon on her couch. Yes, her couch. JOHN E. BIALAS

Broadmoor Bureau Chief

Tilly  slept through her fourth anniversary, a special occasion last month for the Bialas family.

Props to Leiber and Stoller for helping me come up with this line: Tilly ain’t nothing but a hound dog, sleeping all the time.

Yep, inspired by the song “Hound Dog.”

Leiber and Stoller wrote “Hound Dog,” the Elvis Presley classic and a tune that Big Mama Thornton recorded first.  Her version dropped in 1953 and it includes the lyric “you ain’t never caught a rabbit.”

That’s true. Tilly has never been outside long enough to catch anything since she moved from Cleveland, Tennessee, to Gulfport, Mississippi, in August 2013.

She was born in May 2013 in Cleveland, and three months later, Patty and I drove there to pick her up and bring her to Gulfport.

This old Facebook post reminded me about the fourth anniversary.

A 2013 picture of Tilly as a pup taking a nap showed up last month as an On This Day memory in my Facebook feed.
A 2013 picture of Tilly as a pup taking a nap showed up last month as an On This Day memory in my Facebook feed.

It’s an embellishment to say that Tilly slept through her anniversary of being one of the few basset hounds in our neighborhood of Broadmoor, but she loves being a comforted creature.

She pretty much has her own room. She definitely has her own couch, which includes a little bed that helps keep her well-rested day and night.

The picture at the top of this post was taken at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. You would think that at that time of the day, she would be playing in her dog run or taking a walk around the block.

No way. I can’t remember the last time she took a walk. It seems like every other dog in Broadmoor enjoys walking.

Tilly’s idea of exercise is shutting her eyes.

Her favorite part of her dog run is the cot that Patty bought for her a couple of years ago. I call it a Hound Hammock, which is not a good description, because it is not a hammock. It’s low to the ground like Tilly, and she’s fine with that. It gives her room to stretch out.

The physical activity Tilly seems to enjoy most involves barking, howling and water-bowl knocking. The latter is to let us know that her water bowl is empty and she’s really thirsty and very impatient.

On occasion, she will also knock her food bowl around, but she’s on a restricted diet that prevents her from overeating. She has a special kind of dog food. No Kibbles and Bits for her and no doggie treats.

She doesn’t seem to mind. Patty treats her well, taking her to two vets. Her regular vet is in Biloxi and she has a dermatologist in Mandeville, Louisiana.

Tilly is allergic to everything, but things are under control.

Patty says Tilly is the best-tempered dog we’ve ever had, and we’ve had quite a few.

Tilly is a big ole gentle girl, 60 pounds of sweet fluffiness.

They say she is high-classed. Well, that’s not  a lie.








What the eve of September means to you

September Eve leads to thoughts about pumpkin patches.

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It’s the eve of September and it means a lot to you.

It means going to The Dollar Tree for autumnal designs, Halloween candy and Thanksgiving decorations.

It means rushing to Hobby Lobby in hopes of loading up on Christmas decor.

It means coming up with a list of easy dishes you can make for Friendsgiving and Thanksgiving, and you shop at Rouses for some ideas.

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
On September Eve, you’re looking forward to an autumn leaf served with your ghost roast. Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

It means you are ready to rock October with haunted houses, corn mazes, scary makeup and horror movies.

It means dreaming of your first Pumpkin Latte of the season while you are in the Starbucks drive-thru.

September Eve means letters to Santa, even though The Claus isn’t thinking of you as he hits the beach for Labor Day weekend. Photo by srikanta H. U on Unsplash

It means Christmas planning and sips of hot chocolate. Letters to Santa and wish lists for family and friends.

It means you want to clean the fireplace, even though your AC might keep going full blast through Oct. 1.

You forget that you live in South Mississippi. You forget about the Labor Day weekend and the baseball and football that go with it. You want to bypass it all.

It’s Aug. 31. September eve. Almost 90 degrees, but change is coming.

Happy fall, y’all!

Editor’s note: This post’s featured photo is  by Hide Obara on Unsplash. Inspiration for this post came from 40 Holiday Blog Post Ideas by Amanda Cross, who, unlike me, is sincere about the holidays.



This is not your father’s Hugo’s pizza

Hugo's Pizzeria in St. Louis posted this photo on its Facebook page in March. The restaurant will be opening soon, but it has no relation to the old Biloxi Hugo's except in name and the love for making pizza.

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This is not your father’s Hugo’s pizza.

That was the message Paul Hampton sent me  last week with a link to a story about a new St. Louis restaurant that is opening soon in Midtown.

Hugo’s Pizzeria is the name and the story from Feast Magazine said “the debut menu features a variety of specialty pies including a pizza with garlic oil, mushrooms, Fontina and rosemary. Twists on traditional toppings include a variety of housemade pepperoni options including French duck, Buffalo chicken, vegan, spicy beef and a house version made with grass-fed beef.”

Paul is correct. This is not your father’s Hugo’s. In fact, it’s not your mother’s Hugo’s and it’s not your Hugo’s.

The Hugo’s that Paul and I are referencing is the old Biloxi restaurant that served straightforward Italian food and the best pizza south of Chicago. It’s one of my all-time favorite restaurants.

This was the place that began the tradition of French dressing on pizza, and the wildest toppings, if you want to call them wild, would be shrimp and anchovies. I usually went for the large sausage or meatball along with a cheeseburger po-boy, a plate of onion rings and two Barq’s.

Grass-fed was never a concept when I was introduced to the Biloxi Hugo’s during my Catholic elementary school days in the 1960s. Had it been a concept, I probably would have spit out grass-fed food. What 12-year-old in their right mind would have wanted grass in their food?

At 65, I grasp grass-fed and I’m sure the grass-fed and not grass-fed food at the St. Louis Hugo’s will be very, very good. I hope to go there someday and erase the memories of my worst pizza experience, which was in St. Louis more than 20 years ago.

Patty, Kristin and I went to a restaurant on a Saturday evening in the classic Italian neighborhood of The Hill. I don’t remember the name of the restaurant, but the place was so packed we had to wait 90 minutes for a table.

I had no doubts the pizza would be great because this appeared to be a popular restaurant, but things started going downhill on The Hill when we had a very mediocre salad before our large pizza arrived.

I wish the pizza had never arrived. It was terrible. Cheap American cheese. Cheap white cheese. Wafer-thin crust. Cheap pepperoni. Pupperoni would have been preferable.

This was easily the worst pizza experience in my life. It was shockingly bad, and Patty and Kristin felt the same way.

All these years later, we’re still dealing with a form of PTSD  called Pizza Traumatic Stress Disorder. Maybe the St. Louis Hugo’s will be the cure. I know the Biloxi Hugo’s would be.

Editor’s note:  The image with this post is a photo that Hugo’s Pizzeria in St. Louis published on its Facebook page in March. The restaurant will be opening soon, but it has no relation to the old Biloxi Hugo’s except in name and the love for making pizza.






Walked into hot bar, walked out with cool book

The Saturn Bar on St. Claude Avenue in New Orleans hosted a book launch and reading Thursday night. JOHN E. BIALAS

Broadmoor Bureau Chief

I walked into a hot New Orleans bar around 7 p.m. Thursday and walked out around 8:30 with a cool new book.

I was among the many who packed a back room at the Saturn Bar for the launch of “The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading.” a post-Katrina memoir by New Orleans writer Anne Gisleson.

This is her first book, and she writes about being in the Existential Crisis Reading Group and their meetings from January 2012 to December 2012.

Had I known the temperature of the back room before I got to the bar, I would have come up with my own subtitle:  “Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, Reading and Sweating. A Lot of Sweating.”

Actually, it felt nice and cool when I walked into the bar.  The AC was going in the front room, but the back room was hot.

It was sweaty hot. It was drip-from-your-forehead hot.

No matter.

I was more than happy to be there because of the presence of Octavia Books, one of my favorite Uptown stores, and my first chance to go to the Saturn Bar, a Bywater dive on St. Claude Avenue.

Octavia Books had a table in the front room to sell copies of “The Futilitarians” and I was one of the first to buy one. I had cash in hand, money left over from a trip to Colorado in July.

Gisleson and other ECRG members did an entertaining hour-long reading that included music, and before I left the bar, she signed my copy of “The Futilitarians” after my short wait in line.

Now that I’m back home in Gulfport, I believe “The Futilitarians” will be a challenging, thought-provoking and emotional experience. I look forward to reading it starting this weekend.

And I predict no sweat will be involved.



Why I thought Beatles song was about Ginger Baker

A box of Good News candy inspired the Beatles song "Savoy Truffle," written by George Harrison. This is a cropped version of a photo in Harrison's book "I, Me, Mine."

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The South Mississippi rube that I am, I’ve always thought the Beatles song “Savoy Truffle” was about Cream drummer Ginger Baker.

“Savoy Truffle” is a George Harrison song on “The White Album,” which came out in 1968, and I got the Beatles record shortly after it was released. Sometime later, I also got an 8-track of “The White Album” and I would play it in my car.

I tried to find the original Beatles song on YouTube, but instead I came up with a nice consolation prize: Dhani Harrison, George’s son, doing a cover version.

“Savoy Truffle” is one of my favorite songs on “The White Album,” and when I was younger, I was obsessed about it. I was addicted to the sound, the lyrics and George’s singing. I would listen to the song over and over again on my record player in my bedroom and on my 8-track player when I was driving to Edgewater Mall in Biloxi.

I thought the lyrics gave clues the song was about Ginger Baker.

Creme tangerine and montelimar
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert, yes you know it’s good news
But you’ll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle

Cool cherry cream, a nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we’re apart
Coconut fudge, really blows down those blues
But you’ll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle

You might not feel it now
But when the pain cuts through
You’re going to know, and how
The sweat is going to fill your head
When it becomes too much
You shout aloud

I thought the words “Savoy truffle” were British slang for the way Ginger Baker played blues shuffle beats on his drum set.

I thought “creme tangerine” was a George Harrison reference to Baker, Eric Clapton and Jack Bruce, the rock stars in Cream, the short-lived super power trio.

I thought for sure I heard “Ginger slings with a pineapple heart,” believing pineapple heart was some kind of narcotic Baker enjoyed using while playing for Cream.

And I thought “the sweat is going to fill your head” was about withdrawal from pineapple hearts.

I’ve had these thoughts since I was 16 years old. They have entertained me for 49 years.

Then last week I got the extended 2017 edition of the 1980 George Harrison book “I, Me, Mine” and it it he explains what “Savoy Truffle” is all about.

Harrison writes that the song is about Eric Clapton’s addiction to chocolate candy at the time and the cavities the guitar god got from eating too much.

“He was over at my house and I had a box of Good News chocolates on the table and wrote the song from the names inside the lid,” Harrison says.

The box included “Ginger Sling with a Pineapple Heart.”

No matter the story, Ginger Baker slings with a pineapple heart.

Editor’s note: A photo of a Good News candy box is in Harrison’s book “I, Me, Mine.” For this post, I cropped the photo and made it the featured image.