On rare occasions, the radio would pick up a Honolulu pop music station - I heard the second half of Tomorrow Never Knows on the radio shortly after it came out. It was so different than anything I had ever heard, I thought for a few moments that I had drunk some bad coconut juice. I didn't hear the rest of the album until many years later, but it certainly was revolutionary.
We sold a very similar dressing to Mr. Newman's original dressing at the Winfield General Store where I worked in the early 60's - my Aunt Martha would mix it up in the cellar and I'd bring it in to work with me.
High heels have no place on a farm, or on a desert island - my friend Roy once made me a pair, but I didn't care for them - I gave them to my roommate, a monkey stole her favorite pair...