From Thomas C. Goodhart
Ok, this isn't really about Dolly Parton. I just thought it might get your attention...
I watched “9 to 5” last night. I say watched but it was really just playing in the background as I was working around the house preparing for a trip.
You remember that movie? It’s from the 1980’s, a comedy staring Lily Tomlin, Dolly Parton, and Jane Fonda as three working women trying to make their way in a corporate world where they find themselves stymied by their “sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot" boss played by Dabney Coleman. One evening the three experience a bonding moment as they commiserate over their shared suffering of the aforementioned boss’s sexism, egotism, lying, hypocrisy, and bigotry and fantasize what they would do to get back at him. When their various fantasies begin to come true, hilarity and high jinks proceed.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not that entranced by the movie. But it does bring back a rather vivid and comical childhood memory. I remember one wintery evening my family sitting around the fireside… In truth, we were sitting around the television, but there was a wood-burning stove also in the family room. At some point that evening, the pipe coming from the stove, or the lower chimney “caught fire.” That is, there was a build up of creosote and literally flames were coming out of various parts of the chimney. Fortunately, we were able to put it out without too much damage. However, seared into my young adolescent mind—I was eleven or twelve when this happened—is my father running around putting out this unexpected fire with Dolly Parton in the background singing 9 to 5. I suppose this has nothing to do with this post, however.