I had believed for years that Gregory Hines was the son of legendary jazz pianist Earl"Fatha" Hines. But some poking around on the Internet did not uncover any support for this idea. So maybe not.
Eli Rabett, a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny who finally handed in the keys and retired from his wanna be research university. The students continue to be naive but great people and the administrators continue to vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional without Eli's help. Eli notices from recent political developments that this behavior is not limited to administrators. His colleagues retain their curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they, or at least some of them occasionally heeded his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.
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Hines has quite the elaborate headstone at the Ukrainian orthodox cemetery here in Oakville, Ontario.
Thanks for posting this, Eli.
I had believed for years that Gregory Hines was the son of legendary jazz pianist Earl"Fatha" Hines. But some poking around on the Internet did not uncover any support for this idea. So maybe not.
No relation to Earl. The brothers were child prodigies and pushed by a stage father who eventually joined the kids in the act: Hines, Hines, and Dad.
If pressed, I'll brag on my oldest and her tap dancing.
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