Author: Abe Froman
Haven’t had a dream in a long time. See, the life I’ve had, can make a good man bad
So for once in my life, let me get what I want.Lord knows, it would be the first time. These are the words I muttered to myself, while on a Sausage sourcing trip to Manchester, England, way back in early 1963. I’d just visited yet another English sausage factory, having spent the afternoon tasking mediocre […]
I recall, Central Park in fall. How you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess. That’s not all.
Those are some of the memorable lines from lady-voiced crooner, Wayne Newton’s version of Danke Schoen. The original lyrics to this song were penned by yours truly back in 1961. The setting for the song was not Central Park, but of course Lincoln Park.
I don’t believe in Beatles, I just believe in me
Let me tell you a story. Back in the summer of ’69 I was on a business trip to New York, meeting with some of my sausage suppliers and Froman Inc associates. Practically everyone was talking about this place that was serving great schnitzel. Now I love good schnitzel as much as anyone, so Mrs […]
A man with priorities so far out of whack doesn’t deserve such a fine automobile!
As you may know, former refrigeration magnate, Morris Frye and I have been friends for many years.Even if you did know this, you probably didn’t know what terrible fashion sense he has. His fashion foal pars are not quite as legendary as, for example, my generosity, humility and charity work. But, even if you did […]
When Cameron was in Egypt’s land: Let my Cameron go
This is a moving scene from the well-known Hollywood movie, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But you may be surprised to hear the REAL reason behind Cameron Frye’s struggle to get out of bed that morning. I can tell you it had nothing to with him having a lump of coal wedged up his ass or […]
I’m suggesting that you leave before I have to get snooty
Let me tell you another story. You may be surprised to hear that there’s nothing I like better than sticking my hand up a little bear’s behind. Or up a small dog’s behind. Sometimes both at once.