tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post110663023121291807..comments2023-10-23T09:10:21.726-07:00Comments on Darwin's California Cat Presents Last Days of My Career as a College Professor: Louis Nye vs. Charlie Weaver. Tough Call.....J.Michael Robertsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748774253168313345noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1106787464531162582005-01-26T16:57:00.000-08:002005-01-26T16:57:00.000-08:00I had forgotten the guy's name and not only his na...I had forgotten the guy's name and not only his name. A little light TV watching just reminded me of Clifford Irving and the great Howard Hughes autobiography hoax. Well, as Tennyson said, though much is taken, much abides. I hope.....J.Michael Robertsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15748774253168313345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1106786094814643712005-01-26T16:34:00.000-08:002005-01-26T16:34:00.000-08:00I feel ridiculous adding mileage to this subject f...I feel ridiculous adding mileage to this subject for no damn reason, but for the record, Charlie Weaver was the nom de bumpkin of Cliff Arquette, the grandfather (I believe) of the current generation of acting Arquettes (as opposed to permanent Arquettes). Stop me before I comment again.B. Wiederhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464282614988006757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1106715292724423432005-01-25T20:54:00.000-08:002005-01-25T20:54:00.000-08:00"Hi Ho, Steverino." I remember that. And the hat, ..."Hi Ho, Steverino." I remember that. And the hat, the jaunty short-brimmed hat, which looked awfull sharp to me. That's Nye. Charlie Weaver had a hat, too, also sterotypical, a bit *tatty*. Charlie weaver made me laugh and laugh, I remember. We lived down in the valley not up in the hills, in a city of about 100,000, and were therefore confident in our comparative Southern sophistication. Really, Virginia is more of Middle Atlantic state, we would say. But we were wrong. Mt. Idy. That's how Charlie Weaver said it. it never occurred to me it was a real place.....J.Michael Robertsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15748774253168313345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1106708694681203752005-01-25T19:04:00.000-08:002005-01-25T19:04:00.000-08:00And what about Charlie Weaver? I live within 20 mi...And what about Charlie Weaver? I live within 20 miles of Mount Ida, the town meant to exemplify the hillbilly virtues of the mountain folk as well as their low cunning. The annual festival named after him began calling itself something else this year. "Nobody knows who he was anymore," the nice English lady at the chamber of commerce told me. Nothing much happens very slowly in Mount Ida.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7158350.post-1106687647512373662005-01-25T13:14:00.000-08:002005-01-25T13:14:00.000-08:00Actually, I think Louis Nye was part of the Man In...Actually, I think Louis Nye was part of the Man In The Street repertory group that included Bill Dana and Tom Posten and Don Knotts, which was a feature of Allen's Sunday show as opposed to The Tonight Show. But I could be wrong. In any case, given those parameters, for me its a case of Dayton Allen (the "Whyyyy Not?" guy) versus Alexander King (pink ties, engaging bullshit raconteur), with Allen (or Allen) winning going away.B. Wiederhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12464282614988006757noreply@blogger.com