“Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees. And people say we monkey around.”
If you’ve been anywhere near a television set in the past 50 years, you’ve probably heard the theme song from “The Monkees,” a series that first aired in the 1960s and enjoyed syndication for decades. READ
They crammed into every square inch of the bar at Outerbanks Restaurant, singing, celebrating and cheering on a night that felt like New Year’s Eve combined with a jovial karaoke party. Some came to witness history, some to cheer a friend, others to support a cause. READ
Hours after his Tuesday night show in Bay Shore wrapped up, Gene Casey pulled into his driveway at his one-acre Southold property, weary from the road.
He’d driven for more than an hour after the latest performance of his ubiquitous band, Gene Casey & the Lone Sharks. Now, after a quick run to the store for a bottle of white wine, he was ready for home.
Gertie messed up! She didn’t understand my request or got confused. Is she becoming hard of hearing? Although Gertie and I haven’t met, she tells me where to go and how to get there. (Ahem … I would like to tell her where to go at times.) She makes calls, changes radio stations and executes most tasks, within reason, of course. Gertie is at my beck and call but, alas, she doesn’t always get it right. Some of you may be wondering who Gertie is. Give up? She’s the voice in the speech-recognition system of my car. (more…)