{"id":442,"date":"2007-06-22T14:32:12","date_gmt":"2007-06-22T14:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=442"},"modified":"2007-06-25T12:19:21","modified_gmt":"2007-06-25T12:19:21","slug":"clooneys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/06\/22\/clooneys\/","title":{"rendered":"clooneys"},"content":{"rendered":"

I can’t look at George Clooney without going all to pieces. I break out in nervous giggles and begin mild hyperventilation whenever I see him on the telly. Seriously. But I’m the same with hermit crabs and polka dots so go figure<\/em>. My sister gets me completely. Jon Bon – as in Jovi – and spiders have a similar effect on her. Our brother, who thinks this attoricous, unacceptable behaviour, has warned both of us not to spout such nonsense around his wife lest she start something similar with Walker Texas Ranger. <\/p>\n

I bring up the whole Clooney thing because I’ve just finished reading Nick Clooney’s column in the Cincinnati Post. I check in three days a week to see what he’s chatting about – I’ve a long standing fondness for the broadcaster, the things he says, the words he says them with. <\/p>\n

\"Nick<\/a><\/center><\/p>\n

It may be that he’s from Kentucky, or that something kept him there when he could have let something else take him anywhere. It could be that he just feels like home<\/em> to me. The way home should feel at least. That’s a cheesy purpley thing to say but here’s what I mean. <\/p>\n

Back when my sister and I shared a house with the rest of the family we didn’t watch a lot of television. Partly because our father took a shot-gun to a bunch of crows who woke him up one morning and somehow managed to snipe our satellite cable in two (didn’t hit a bird one). Mostly it was because that same strict disciplinarian father thought Hollywood was full of ‘bleeding heart liberals’ who weren’t fit viewing for a pair of girls. We weren’t permitted<\/em> to watch anything unless it looked like John Wayne might stroll across the screen – lucky for us, The Duke strolled quite often onto AMC. My sister and I would walk the hard line during the week and at weekend let Nick Clooney, as the network’s host, comfort us with Greer Garson and Laurence Olivier. There are few perfect moments in life, but watching Grant and Hepburn on a Saturday afternoon with your loveable doofball sister is one of them. And this, I’ve always associated with Nick Clooney. <\/p>\n

A few months back I read that his wife Nina’s writing a novel. I say ‘novel’ but it may be a memoir or a coupling of short stories. I’m not sure. But I know it’s set in Appalachia. Her husband used the phrase ‘Dickinsonian Days’ to describe her family’s life not-so-long-ago <\/em>in those mountains and valleys. I know exactly what he means. <\/p>\n

Much as I moan on about it – swear and mean it<\/em> when I say I’ll never go back – there’s a big part of me that still enjoys those little things that make me feel like home. Like Nick Clooney’s voice. And the anticipation of Nina Clooney’s<\/a> book.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I can’t look at George Clooney without going all to pieces. I break out in nervous giggles and begin mild hyperventilation whenever I see him on the telly. Seriously. But I’m the same with hermit crabs and polka dots so go figure. My sister gets me completely. Jon Bon – as in Jovi – and<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-442","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/442","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=442"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/442\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}