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![]() Just Above Sunset Archives January 25, 2004 Odds and Ends
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This on the newswires Wednesday,
21 January 2004: LONDON (Reuters) - British war leader Winston Churchill's foul-mouthed 104-year old parrot refused
to surrender to newshounds Monday after a British newspaper tracked the bird down and discovered it was still alive. Well, my friends tell me I think too much about
history, and what happened in the past. It's good to see this continuity. And I'm sure Charlie is a fine old bird. On the MSNBC show Countdown
I saw a feature on this. I saw the bird.
London - Winston Churchill did not
own a macaw and certainly did not teach it to swear, according to his daughter and experts on the British wartime leader. Oh well. Then I remembered something.
The Sherlock Holmes story The Reigate Puzzle that Arthur Conan Doyle penned opens with this: It was some time before the health of my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes recovered from the strain caused by his immense exertions in the spring of '87. The whole question of the Netherland-Sumatra Company and of the colossal schemes of Baron Maupertuis are too recent in the minds of the public, and are too intimately concerned with politics and finance to be fitting subjects for this series of sketches. They led, however, in an indirect fashion to a singular and complex problem which gave my friend an opportunity of demonstrating the value of a fresh weapon among the many with which he waged his life-long battle against crime. But when Watson and Holmes arrive at the home of
Colonel Hayter in Reigate there is no parrot. But wait! My friend the Wall Street Attorney gives us all something to consider: Regarding Winston Churchill's 104-year old parrot,
riddle me this. Is it not possible that the elderly daughter of Winston
Churchill would likely deny the story because she feels it might reflect badly on dear old Dad? Alas, the game is afoot! Will we ever know the real truth? Alas, probably not. But this not something that matters a whole lot. |
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