On to Aqaba for some rum drinks and Cosmo Tidbits
Many moons ago, when the flame of stupidity burned hotter than it does now and the call of mischief was considerably louder, I used to roll into Trader Vic’s in Beverly Hills at Merv’s place, the venerable Beverly Hilton. I
would throw down a river of Samoan Fog-Cutters and if the timing was right, I’d order something called Cosmo Tidbits. Never found out who Cosmo was (Cosmo Topper ?), but I always enjoyed his tidbits:
crispy rolls of Asian delights, ribs bathed in red dye number 2, enough deep fried grooves to make Orson Wells cry with happiness and perfect if you’re a quart low.
So in honor of Cosmo here are a couple of History’s tidbits: 1) Lawrence of Arabia was called Ned by his family (Ned of Arabia?) and only became famous after WWI because he was featured in a 1919 lecture tour by American war corespondent Lowell Thomas. Unlike the 6 foot 3 inch Peter O’Toole who portrayed him in the 1962 epic “Lawrence of Arabia” (the film is unusual because there are no women with speaking credits), the real Lawrence was just 5’4″ and was very self conscience of his diminutive stature. He refused knighthood because of his belief that the British government betrayed the Arabs, but he did join both the Royal tank corp and the Royal Air Force under assumed names to dodge the glare of celebrity and lived under assumed names until his death. Lawrence
worked for and became great friends with Winston Churchill, who upon hearing of Ned’s passing said “I deem him one of the greatest beings alive in our time.” Lawrence died in a motorcycle accident in 1936 at the age of 46 and the surgeon who tried to save his life, Dr. Hugh Cairns, then developed some of the first crash helmets for motorcycle riders.
2) The Statue of Liberty’s full name is Liberty Enlightening the World, or as I call her, Lew. She was given to us as a gift from France in 1886 and was designed by Fred Bartholdi. Lew’s shoe size is a 879 wide. Gus Eiffel, of Eiffel Tower fame (1889) was the cat who built the metal frame work
that holds the copper skin of Lew. Gus was later found guilty of misappropriation of funds during France’s failed attempt at the Panama canal, but never did a stretch in the Big House because of a technicality. If you hold 2 pennies together that is the thickness of the copper skin on Lew (3/32 of an inch). Lew was slightly injured when some wacked out German saboteurs set off a bomb in 1916, but she shrugged it off and has been looking
really good for a gal 128 years old (a bit on the stiff side, but still very cool.)
It has been a long time since I’ve been to Trader Vic’s and perhaps it is time to return. I first went there as a young tot with my Grandpa Dan, who was a dapper gentleman, both kind and generous. I think a few Samoan Fog-Cutters are in order, so if anyone would like to join me, please let me know. It’s time that we throw down some sweet Rum mystery, order up a couple of Cosmo Tidbits and make numerous toasts to Ned, Lew, and Granpa Dan. Besides, right around now I am feeling a quart low. Groove.
Wish I could take you up on the invite tonight. Not in the cards though.
Perhaps someday soon. Could use some rum and fried groove
I hope it’s not esta noche. I have a date with Frankie V. at the Pantages. Grooving there. KC
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You know Frankie V and the rest of the Seasons have spent some time at Trader V’s
Very well done as usual. Was at Vic’s last Saturday and walked in a half quart low.
Never did run into Cosmo, Ned, Lew, Fred or Gus but Woody and Joe Bergin were there and they drove all the pretty gals out of the joint.
those rascals will chase the gals out of any joint
Nick-a-bric-brac, you slay me! sounds like a place to rival The Shangy, home to Jim Harrison when he was being courted by Hollywood a few decades ago..looking forward to tippling with you at Vic’s upon next visit! Groove!
Mount Whitney , may I buy you a rum drink if only you would tell of your days of drinking rum in St. Croix.
After spending nearly three years tending bar on St. Croix, I now know why the term “rummy” deserves its cache. When I poured a Cruzan Rum (distilled on the island) and Coke, the Coca-Cola was more expensive than the rum. A bartending buddy from Oregon came down to St. Croix to work and had to leave after less than six months after having fallen prey to the demon rum. Somewhere in one of my myriad storage units I have a bottle of ultra-Reserve Cruzan Rum–now aging more than 20 years in the bottle after its distilled aging process. We will share its opening. Cheers!
I want to be involved in anything that has to do with your storage units . The Lost “Amber Chamber” , the Holy Grail , the missing ” Sword of the Samurai “, and Jimmy Hoffa can all be found in these units . I am ready to be amazed.