When I saw the title, The Best Whistle Review Ever, I thought “What am I, chopped liver?” Then I read the review and concluded that I am, indeed, by a long shot, chopped liver. What a beautiful review!!
Yes, L.E.'s review is superbly written…but I have read your reviews also, Jessie. I normally read your reviews a number of times, to glean all the information, therein…Trust me, you are not chopped liver.
Hope you and family are OK.
Best.
Byll
Jessie you aren’t chopped liver, your reviews over the years have steered me and others (I assume) through the minefields of whistles and flutes.
But if you still think of yourself as chopped liver, then perchance it should be a fine fresh pate de fois gras, with fresh warm bread, maybe some brie, a glass of white wine on a fine summer’s afternoon in the shade.
Don’t let L. E’s review stop you from posting your thoughts.
MarkB
If you’re talking about my dear departed Grandmother’s chopped liver, that would be a compliment, not a criticism… food of the Gods!
Jessie’s not chopped liver. L.E., in addition to being who he is in the whistle world, is an accomplished and published author and playwright. Remember, when I said it was the best review ever, I was including ALL of the ones I’ve written. Increasingly, my reviews read like: “YIKES! THIS IS GREAT! WHoo-HOOO!”
Dale
I like chicken livers myself. And the gizzards too, if they are cooked right. Can you still get livers and gizzards at KFC?
That’s the best review of a review I’ve ever seen.
I believe if you had put a little more effort into the above comment, it would have been the best review of a review…oh, nevermind.
Dale
Pass the Dramamine, please.
I’m getting dizzy.
Best wishes,
Jerry
Locally they are available if you order them during the hours they operate the buffet.
I generally do not eat liver out, as I don’t believe they drain them properly.
We’ll return to the subject of gizzards, livers and KFC later. As an exercise in extreme thread drift, I would now like to discuss dizziness. I had contemplated starting a thread about this, but since it fits nicely here (still waiting for the Dramamine, please), I’ll proceed.
Over the past several years, I’ve noticed that I get dizzy when I work in certain positions, like upside down underneath a house trailer. This hasn’t been much of a problem until day before yesterday, when I had to start repairing freeze breaks in the plumbing under a mobile home I’ve sold. After about half an hour, I was so dizzy, I had to stop.
I asked Arleen what this means. She said it was most likely Benign Positional Vertigo, and there are exercises that can treat it. I went on the Internet and found this:
http://www.emedicine.com/emerg/topic57.htm
To save you having to read the article, I quote:
“According to the canalolithiasis theory (the most widely accepted theory of the pathophysiology of BPV), BPV is caused by otoliths (calcium carbonate particles) that are inappropriately located in the posterior semicircular canals of the vestibular labyrinth.”
For those of you for whom the meaning of this statement isn’t immediately obvious, it means I have rocks in my head. (Calcium carbonate is limestone.) Others have been telling me this for as long as I can remember, but now we have a direct clinical confirmation.
Best wishes,
Jerry
I’ve often gotten dizzy to the point of almost falling over, just from standing up too quickly after lying down or kneeling. (This goes back at least to my college days, so it’s not just an old age thing.)
The worst, though was due to an inner ear infection about eight years ago.
I stood up to walk from my office to my bedroom and got so dizzy that I had to cling to the door frame. It settled down a bit, so I began to walk again, but promptly fell to the floor as it came back with a vengance. Fortunately, I managed to drag myself to the toilet before I began to throw up. As long as I lay perfectly still, I was fine, but the slightest movement restarted the upchuck engine.
My wife called 911, and the poor EMT workers had to drag me out of our narrow little bathroom by the ankles, and then struggle to lift me to a gurney–while dodging emissions of stomach contents.
This was during my top weight of 255 pounds, and I was completely unable to help them–just six-feet-three-inches of limp meat. There were only three of them, and it took a lot of effort.
Of course, the cause of the dizziness wasn’t immediately obvious, so I had to go through a brain scan, to make sure it wasn’t due to a tumor or something before they would give me a little dramamine-equivalent. When they did, it cleared right up. I still had to stay in the hospital for several days, though, while antibiotics cleared up the infection. It was a nice vacation, really–once I stopped vomitting. (Nothing personal Bunny, but it warn’t no fun.)
Now I get dizzy just thinking about it… 
Hey, Jerry, how is Arleen doin’ now?
Thanks for asking, Mike.
She’s better every week. She’s now well into cardiac rehab, goes three times per week. Everything’s progressing according to plan, and she’ll probably begin working again the first week in September. Again, our heartfelt thanks to all who’ve chipped in, prayed, offered words of encouragement, etc. You’re a godsend, and you’ve really made all the difference.
Best wishes,
Jerry
P.S. I haven’t forgotten that there are a couple of people who won Jerry-tweaked whistles. I’ll get them in the mail to you before much longer.
Cool.
P.S. I haven’t forgotten that there are a couple of people who won Jerry-tweaked whistles. I’ll get them in the mail to you before much longer.
I hope everyone saw my little review of the Jerry-tweaked Shaw low G that I won.
If’n you missed it, it’s at http://chiffboard.mati.ca/viewtopic.php?p=234017&highlight=#234017
Anyway, I love chopped liver 
PhilO
I’m still horrified to find that Brewerpaul ate his grandmother’s liver. 
I would rather be dizzy that have the case of whiplash this thread just gave me!!! 
Many many many years ago, I worked at Hartz chicken. A lot of folks don’t know, but the machine that culls the livers from the chicken isn’t 100%, and you get about 1-2% of the pieces are actually chicken hearts.
I had to separate them out when I was frying livers, since we couldn’t sell them. I’d save these tasty morsels until my lunch break and fry them up and have them. Yum! Shame you can’t buy them at the store around here any more…definitely a southern thing. 
Yeah. Made it hard not to want a Burke aluminum. Have to remind myself though, that it’s a lot like car ads. Owning said whistle will NOT improve my writing career/enhance my whistle-finger dexterity/or turn me into my dynamic, charismatic cool-chick alter ego.
Maybe what I really need is killer sunglasses. Yeah. Or a Chiff & Fipple lunchbox.
I don’t like chopped liver. I do like Jessie. Therefore, Jessie is NOT chopped liver. 