Vernon Wells’ father, Vernon (the artist known as “V”) Wells, is an illustrator.

Check out his site.

“Tribune De Lausanne,” by Herbert Leupin (1955)

Some Covers…

Blue Note Album Cover Week ends with a couple of gems.

More Blue Note, More.

Blue Note Badness…

More Blue Note Goodness.

More Blue Note goodness.

More Blue Note Covers.

More Blue Note covers.

Dig this most cool photo gallery of American restaurants, cafes, and dinners of the 1950s and ’60s over at the even cooler site, Retronaut.

(Peace to Brad for showing us the way to this one.)

Dig this bitchin’ gallery of book cover art by Robert McGinnis.

Dig these cool Raymond Chandler book covers by Tom Adams over at Scott Dutton’s most excellent blog.

Look what I found, another dope site.

Hmmm, toaster bacon.

Bacon’s a fruit.

I guess he was sort of the Coco Crisp of his day. Too bad he played so long ago, or he might have made himself some nice endorsement deals. Presenting:

Bud Weiser.

Bud Weiser not shown.

Weiser came about his nickname honestly – he was born Henry Budson Weiser in 1891 (about 13 years after Adolphus Busch, who had quite a name in his own right when you think about it, started his famous brewery). That was in Shamokin, PA, where Weiser also died, in 1961, and is buried in the fantastically named Odd Fellows Cemetery.

He never made it to the majors, but he had a long minor league career, playing with a few pauses here and there from 1911 to 1928, with 10 different teams from Scranton Wilkes-Barre to Dallas, the Charlotte Hornets to the Scottdale  Scotties. I bet Bud Weiser could have told a few stories.

Bonus names: Among his teammates were Ezra Midkiff, Wheat Orcutt, Norwood Hankee, and Bunny Hearn.

Norwood Hankee!

Dear Alex, please don’t break.

In the Daily News, John Harper has a piece about Alex Rodriguez.

Riding on the Metro…Picture taken outside of Brussels by my uncle with his iPhone.

Last night I got home around 2 AM and still had some work to get done; this ad came on at about 3:30. You will note that it’s for a personal injury law firm and that it features a crudely drawn rapping, dancing squirrel.

I don’t think they should be allowed to air something like this at that hour. If it wasn’t for YouTube, which confirmed for me that this is a thing that exists, I might have checked myself into Bellvue.

1-800-VICTIM2 YOU CALL!

Thanks to the good people at Saveur, I found this great site, that is digging through the old Gourmet Magazine archives. Food Porn at it’s (dated) best.

According to reports, the Yanks have signed Freddy Garcia to a minor league deal.