Saturday, April 17, 2010

no longer can i go see my pal Cal

in this day heightened media exposure, i am always amazed at how 'news' can actually reach us. today, i discovered the loss of the legendary used auto salesman, cal worthington on my youtube channel.

i first encountered cal as a child of the 60s, in that bastion of bizarre architecture, southern califora. my pampered (no, disposable diapers had not yet been invented) behind parked on an orange shag rug that my mother dutifully raked on a daily basis and gazing at a monstrous black and white motorola tv screen during commercial breaks for the flintstones (and no, they were not reruns at the time). laughing at cal's antics with the rotation of his 'dogs' spot along with my folks, i recognized my hero of marketing and retail. little did i know that my parents would soon relocate our family to northern california on 30 acres of prime ranch land, in the outskirts of a miniscule town that was also home to my retailing hero, cal and his family.

the following is something i posted on a myspace blog some time ago and relates the events of my brothers high school graduation, along with cal's daughter. farewell cal.

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f you're a child of the sixties or even of the seventies
most likely from the southern california area
there is no way that you cannot remember
Cal Worthingington

we had the dubious distinction of attending high school with Cal's daughter, Courtney, in the cow town of Orland, California go see cal. although the details are sketchy of her graduation night party, this is what i do know

If your daughter graduates
and you're cal
and she makes stee-rate B's
and you're cal
give her a chevy blazer
and the cow who was a grazer
is a burger on a bun now
if you're cal

the actual number of cows who met their demise is somewhat questionable. what is a known factor is that when cow meets vehicle, the vehicle almost always looses. no telling what she'd have gotten if she made straight Cs -- a corvette perchance?

1 comment:

  1. As I remember it, NINE COWS met their doom on the bumper of Courtney's Blazer, driven too fast on a country road in pea-soup tule fog. Yes, the cows had gotten out and Yes it was their fault and No, I don't think I could have avoided hitting a cow in those conditions -- but NINE COWS KILLED?! Jeebus, she must have been ACCELERATING and AIMING for them! C'mere, you little beefy bastard -- I see you trying to hide behind yer mama.

    Did he really die? I hadn't "herd." Oh that was bad -- sorry. My hat is off to Mr. Worthington, who was a generous man in these parts.