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The title, "The Moody Bugle," comes from a series of letters my Grandmother wrote during World War II to her five sons in the military and her two daughters. The "Bugle" was eight pieces of onion skin typing paper, with seven pieces of carbon paper between them, jammed into a Royal typewriter with the platen open. One copy went into the family file, the other seven went to the various postings of sons and daughters around the world. Once, every seven weeks, you'd be the one who got the final, hard to read, copy. When my grandmother died in the late 1960s, my grandfather gave these letters to me. I treasure them still and hope, that in some small way, these electronic musings will somehow match the heart, humor and humanity found in those original letters.

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Greg Moody is Critic at Large for CBS4 in Denver.  He has been at this Critic at Large business for the vast majority of his life. He figures by the end of said life, he should get at least part of the job right. He covers movies, theater, music, books, dining, fitness for fat people over 50 and has won numerous awards for his work, which, in the end, really doesn't mean anything other than the fact that he has numerous gold-plated doorstops around his house and plaques that, when pried apart, can function as cheap floor shims and screwdrivers.

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Oct 28, 2009 11:10 AM

Oh, the Humanity!

Posted by Greg_Moody

So, I'm driving to work, behind two snow plows. They're zipping right along, throwing up a heck of a spray.

Then, I noticed one kind of jog to the middle of the road, while the other plowed right ahed, full speed.

When I reached the spot, there was a guy on the side of the road, next to a bus stop, the newspaper box knocked over, frantically and futilly picking road mung out of his hair. He was soaked.

There was a moment when I wanted to chuckle, man, did you get it ... but, in the end, I could only feel bad for the guy.

There he was, just minding his own business, and, KAPHOOM!

Oh, the humanity!

 

 

 

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  • Oct-28 - Darryl Turner

    Mr. Moody: 

    The simply dreadful "Reality Shows" are artifacts of the writers strike.  Do you have any thoughts when these awful degridations will finally be replaced with actual ent...  Show Full Comment
About the Author
Greg Moody is Critic at Large for CBS4 in Denver.  He has been at this Critic at Large business for the vast majority of his life. He figures by the end of said life, he should get at least part of the job right. He covers movies, theater, music, books, dining, fitness for fat people over 50 and has won numerous awards for his work, which, in the end, really doesn't mean anything other than the fact that he has numerous gold-plated doorstops around his house and plaques that, when pried apart, can function as cheap floor shims and screwdrivers.

 Visit the Moody's Picks page, with Greg's take on the latest theatrical shows, movies and more.
 Read Moody's Bio
 Read Moody's other (!!) blog Rime of the Ancient Cyclist
About this Blog

The title, "The Moody Bugle," comes from a series of letters my Grandmother wrote during World War II to her five sons in the military and her two daughters. The "Bugle" was eight pieces of onion skin typing paper, with seven pieces of carbon paper between them, jammed into a Royal typewriter with the platen open. One copy went into the family file, the other seven went to the various postings of sons and daughters around the world. Once, every seven weeks, you'd be the one who got the final, hard to read, copy. When my grandmother died in the late 1960s, my grandfather gave these letters to me. I treasure them still and hope, that in some small way, these electronic musings will somehow match the heart, humor and humanity found in those original letters.

Basically, friends, we're going to cover everything, whatever is on my mind or yours. Jump in!

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