2016 Books

      

       

31 books read
   
Above the Waterfall by Ron Rash

** Animal Keepers, The by Donn Behnke

Ashley Bell by Dean Koontz

Balm by Dolen Perkins-Valdez

Bucky F*cking Dent by David Duchovny

Dinner Party, The by Brenda Janowitz

* Excellent Lombards, The by Jane Hamilton

Extreme Prey by John Sandford

Five Presidents by Clint Hill

* Girl Waits With Gun by Amy Stewart

Great Bridge, The by David McCullough

Hero of France, A by Alan Furst

House of Echoes by Brendan Duffy

Imagine Me Gone by Adam Haslett

** In the Unlikely Event by Judy Blume

* Lady Cop Makes Trouble by Amy Stewart

Little Red Chairs, The by Edna O’Brien

Margaret Bourke-White by Vicki Goldberg

* Miller's Valley by Anna Quindlen

Muralist, The by B.A. Shapiro

* Remembering Bix (RR) by Ralph Berton

Running With the Buffaloes by Chris Lear

Silver Swan, The by Elena Delbanco

* Stealing Games by Maury Klein

Summer Before the War, The by Helen Simonson

Tommy: The Gun That Changed America by Karen Blumenthal

* When the Moon Is Low by Nadia Hashimi

Whites, The by Harry Brandt  (Richard Price)

Winter Girl, The by Matt Marinovich

Woman Who Ran For President, The by 
     Lois Beachy Underhill

* Year of Wonders by Geraldine Brooks

      

** A very good read
* A good read  
RR  Re-Read

It's Still A Good Feeling

     

February 1 was to be my final mortgage payment.  I have been counting the days until I would write that final check in late January.  I had visions of mailing the check and then burning the mortgage.  But the amount left was not a full payment (only a few hundred) so Chase used escrow dollars and paid off the mortgage for me.  It was paid off ahead of time-- 9 years and 2 months.

2015 Books

  

  

  
Black-Eyed Susans by Julia Heaberlin
  
The Diver's Clothes Lie Empty by Vendela Vida
  
The Insect Farm by Stuart Prebble
  
Once We Were Brothers by Ronald Balson
  
People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks
  
Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult
  
The President's Shadow by Brad Meltzer
  
Thank You, Goodnight by Andy Abramowitz
  
The Train To Crystal City by Jan Jarboe Russell
  
A Window Opens by Elisabeth Egan

The Wright Brothers by David McCullough
  
  

Again

Since there exists a thread on this, just want to let you all know that I found a single dollar bill on the ground during my run today.  Wow, I have no life.  No wonder I don't have a FaceBook account.
  
Also, there will be a list of my books read during the year posted in early January.  This replaces the old list of summer readings since I am now retired and have the luxury of reading year round.
  
There will also be a momentous posting in February.  So stay tuned!!!

Matewan Revisted

See blog entry  August 5, 2007.

8th Annual Summer Reading List

I noticed that there was no list for 2013.  Not sure why since I did do some reading last year but apparently forgot to enter them in the blog.  So anyway, here is this year's list:

• Eighty Days by Matthew Goodman
• The Fallen Angel by Daniel Silva
• Fatal Journey by Peter C. Mancall
• Heading Out to Wonderful by Robert Goolrick
• House Rules *** by Jodu Picoult
• Is This Tomorrow *** by Caroline Leavitt
• Mudbound by Hilary Jordan
• Pictures of You by Caroline Leavitt
• Shoeless Joe Jackson Comes To Iowa and other stories by W. P. Kinsella
• The Troop by Nick Cutter
• Unbroken *** by Laura Hillenbrand
• Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen

*** recommended

Again!!!

Yes, it happened again.  While getting out of my car at a local McDonald's for breakfast, there on the ground behind my car was a soaking wet five dollar bill!!! 

Not Once But Twice

Yea, I'm still around.  And apparently so is this blog.  I'm still running and within the past eight days I have made two interesting discoveries.  A little more than a week ago, I parked near Nomahegan Park for a late afternoon run.  As soon as I got out of the car, there at my feet, was a drenched $ 20 bill.  I took it home, set it near the humidifier in the basement, and was that much richer.  Yesterday, I parked at Grover Cleveland Park for a morning run, and yup, there at my feet as soon as I got out of the car was a much drier $ 20 bill.  If this keeps up, I may start thinking of retiring.

2012 Summer Reading

By the Rivers of Babylon  -  Nelson DeMille
Chaperone, The  -  Laura Moriarty
Crunch Time  -  Diane Mott Davidson
Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, The  -  Stieg Larsson
Hell Gate  -  Linda Fairstein
Irish Country Girl, The  -  Patrick Taylor
Soloist, The  -  Steve Lopez
Tough Customer  -  Sandra Brown
Wrecker, The  -  Clive Cussler

Oh Happy Day

It has finally happened.  My neighbor's tree has finally been taken down.  Cleaning the gutters will be much easier because there won't be anymore leaves or "whirly-birds" in them.  There won't be a front lawn full of leaves in October.  And best of all my driveway will be free of the little whirly-birds that come down from the early spring to the early fall.  I can almost retire my leaf blower.

Visitor

       
It was becoming apparent that there would be no new posts between my annual summer reading lists of books.  Well, today a visitor ambled  past me in my back yard while reading one of those books.  It was a gopher.

2011 Summer Reading

America America by Ethan Canin

The Doomsday Key by James Rollins

The Last Summer (of You & Me) ** by Ann Brashares

The Painter of Battles by Arturo Perez-Reverte

Return to Sullivans Island by Dorothea Benton Frank

Shannon by Frank Delaney

Sun Going Down ** by Jack Todd

206 Bones by Kathy Reichs

** recommended

Goodnight Irene

With apologies to Messrs. Ledbetter and Lomax. Didn't get much sleep during the night due to the heavy rain. A little before 4, I began washing dishes, and at 4:10 there was a huge crash. It would have been louder if my windows weren't all super-sealed. There was minimal damage to my fence, but my neighbor had some major damage to his roof and side.

Tree guys came and I was curious as to how they were going to get the tree off of the house. But all they did for the five hours was trim all the small stuff. And that was impressive on its own since the day still presented huge gusts of wind that I was sure were going to bring down another tree. Maybe they'll be back tomorrow with larger equipment.

Elsewhere, the power never went off, the Cable/Internet just came back on after about 12 hours, and there was some water in the basement.

Amy

Four summers ago, I was channel surfing one night as I always do and I happened to stop on Channel 25, WNYE, a New York City public television station. They were showing a small club concert featuring a female singer I had never seen nor heard of. It was Amy Winehouse. She was an English singer with long black hair including a large bee-hive. She had back-up singers and a good sized band including a brass section! But it was the sound that caught my attention--it was refreshingly new. It was a fusion of soul, blues, and a little bit of 60's pop. When the show was over, I went to youtube and watched several other performances by Ms. Winehouse. I found out that she had two released albums, but I didn't know that she was a Grammy winner. I then went to Amazon.com and purchased her second album, "Back To Black".

Just a few weeks after receiving the CD, the first of many scandalous stories about Amy and her drinking and drug-related behavior hit the media. The stories continued for a few years, each one detailing her continued downfall from musical prominence. I always wondered if she would be able to pull herself out of her dark hole and produce another album comparable to "Back To Black". Unfortunately she would not and she died this past Saturday at the young age of 27.

No Gold Watch

In October, 2002, while working at Prudential, I was told that the jobs in my systems area would be going overseas to India (you wonder why I don't watch the show OUTSOURCED). At the time I had 19 years with the company and they were nice enough to "bridge" my years of service to 20. When I turned 55, I became eligible to collect a pension, and I finally decided to do so this winter.

Today, on February 1st, my first pension check was direct-deposited into my banking account. It feels good to be retired, even though I'll still be working 50-60 hours a week as a teacher/coach at my high school.

Sad Days....Happy Days

Tom Bosley, the New York Yankees, respectively.

Sure Enough

I drove past the intersection in N-City where my picture was taken and ticket issued. Sure enough there was a camera there. And not the small kind that's elevated high above the road. It was mounted on a small pole on the sidewalk. And to top it all off, there was a sign next to the camera that said:

RED LIGHT PHOTO ENFORCED

Caught!! But still pretty cool.

I got a letter in the mail today from the Newark Police Department. They had caught me running a red light and had mailed me a ticket. The proof was in three photos and a video. Pretty cool. Like watching Youtube. The pictures were good too. I'll show the pics and the video to my one blog reader when I next see him. Looking at the info on the ticket, I determined that it happened on the way to Cross Country practice in northern Newark. I was only going 25 miles an hour but running a red light is still a no-no.

Another cool thing is that I can pay either in person, by mail, or online. Gotta love this new technology!!!

4th Annual Summer Reading List

I didn't post the list on Labor Day as in the past because I wanted to finish one last book in order to pass it along to a family member.

The Bone Garden ** by Tess Gerritsen

Buckingham Palace Gardens by Anne Perry

The Clinic by Jonathan Kellerman

The Cure For Modern Life by Lisa Tucker

The Day The Falls Stood Still ** by Cathy Marie Buchanan

The Film Club ** by David Gilmour

Floaters by Joseph Wambaugh

The Girl Who Played With Fire ** by Stieg Larsson

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo ** by Stieg Larsson

Lavender Morning by Jude Deveraux

March ** by Geraldine Brooks

Oxygen by Carol Cassella

The Road by Cormac McCarthy

** denotes that it was a good read

As always, these books are available to others to borrow, to keep, whatever.

I Go Crazy Every Year

Now let's see, if I eat a tomato every 27 minutes....

Sad but true. It's over.

On the heels of the Tiger Woods divorce comes another major break-up in today’s world. In the language of “Brangelina”, “Ric-king” or “Bur-rick” has suffered a split. For those who still don’t understand the components involved, the bond between Rick R and Burger King is no more.

For well over 30 years, some say close to 40, Rick has enjoyed spending his breakfast meal at Burger King Restaurants. For all those years, he AT LEAST spent one morning a week at a BK. During the summer breaks the number of visits would sometimes swell to 3 or 4. Why the break-up?

“I’ve had it with them” said Rick R to a reporter. “I’ve spent a large part of my life going to BK as well as a large amount of my earnings”. When pressed for a clearer explanation, Mr. R. continued, “For 30 to 40 years, I have loved spending my mornings at BK, eating breakfast, reading the Daily News, and enjoying their great coffee, especially the second cup. But now two weeks ago they go and replace the Maxwell House blend with some crap from Seattle. It tastes like garbage. But the straw that broke the camel’s back with me was that they took away the re-fills. The self-serve coffee machines had been removed from the dining area”.

Mr. R went on to explain that he thought maybe it was a fluke with just this one BK Restaurant. But breakfast a few days later at another location resulted in the same absence of re-fills. Visits to a third and fourth restaurant settled it for Mr. R. “That’s it. We’re thru. I’m never going back. This is the way they reward my 30 plus years of loyalty? It’s disgraceful”.

This was not the first time that the bond of “Ric-king” had become strained. In the 90s, when BK discontinued their Breakfast Platter meal, Mr. R stopped going for breakfast for about five months. But he came back. “The coffee was good, and I could have a second cup. I had to go back”.

Calls to the Burger King Corporation were not returned.

Gross and Bizarre

Back in mid-January, as the assistant basketball coach for my school's girls' basketball team, I was helping out with a drill. As I attempted to deflect a bounce pass, the ball hit my thumb directly straight on, causing the nail to push back into the thumb. The pain was unbelievable. The throbbing over the next couple of days was even worse, causing sleepless nights. The throbbing was so bad that our head coach suggested that I drill a small hole into the nail to drain the blood and relieve the throbbing. I can seriously say that I came thiscloseto doing it.

Anyway it has taken almost three months for the thumb to start to move towards normalcy. I originally thought that the new nail would simply push the old one out. But today, as I was playing around with it, I noticed that the back part of the bloodied nail had started to rot and had come loose. So I was able to cut away the back of the nail but found that the front was still attached to the the skin. And there underneath the bad nail was a new nail ready to pop up. Pretty cool.

Another Storm - and almost as perfect

Early dismissal today. No school tomorrow. 3 1/2 day weekend. Yippee!!

The Perfect Storm

Unlike last Saturday's storm, all of New Jersey was aware that they were going to get hit with a major blizzard on Wednesday. As a result, my school announced during classes on Tuesday that the school would be closed on Wednesday. And snow it did! 12-18 inches fell on northern New Jersey. Three times I had to go over my driveway with my trusty snow-blower (thanks again Dave). Now because my school is in the city of Elizabeth, it takes forever to clear all of the roads and sidewalks. As a result, Thursday has also been cancelled. Fridays are only half days, so the principal decided it wasn't worth opening for just four hours. Monday is a holiday. Result? A SIX DAY WEEKEND!!!!!

Farewell, Old Friend

He came to me a few years ago in a small box in the mail. It was a promotional offer to try the new Gillette Fusion. I had always been happy with my little blue Gillette plastic throw-aways with their twin blades, but the new Fusion had FIVE blades. I threw it in the cabinet under the sink anyway.

Then this past summer as my supply of little blues was almost gone, I decided to open up the Fusion and give it a try. I wish I could remember the exact day that I did so. It must have been in July because I don't remember taking it to Wellsboro in June. Anyway, two blades had nothing on five.

And everyday, that Fusion did a bang up job on keeping my face smooth as silk. But now four months later, the efficiency of the Fusion had finally run its course. It was time to go back to the plastic blues. Farewell, Old Friend, and Thank You for so many great shaves.

(This is NOT a hint for a Christmas Gift of Fusions!)

The Worst Days of My Life

October 16, 1962

October 13, 1973

April 20, 1975

May 30, 1975

June 15, 1977

October 18, 1977

October 17, 1978

January 4, 1980

January 5, 1988

October 26, 1996

October 21, 1998

October 27, 1999

May 6, 2000

October 26, 2000

September 3, 2002

May 10, 2007

And now....November 4, 2009

3rd Annual Summer Reading List

American Lion by Jon Meacham

Before I Wake * by Robert Wiersema

Bones To Ashes * by Kathy Reichs

Goldengrove * by Francine Prose

Good Grief * by Lolly Winston

Lake News * by Barbara Delinsky

A Little Bit Ruined by Patty Friedmann

Low Country by Anne Rivers Siddons

The Night Watch by Sarah Waters

Self-Defense by Jonathan Kellerman

Stalin's Ghost by Martin Cruz Smith

Can't believe that I've had this blog that long.

* denotes that it was a good read

As always, these books are available to others to borrow, to keep, whatever.

Summer Review

FAMILY

Hi - Got to spend a few days with the Illinois side of the family in Wellsboro, Pennsylvania. Also spent some time helping out my niece and her husband painting a lot of rooms in their new extension.

Low - None

HEALTHCARE

Hi - Now that I'm at that age, the summer was spent taking care of some needed procedures as well as a chipped tooth at the dentist's. The "backdoor" procedure was clean as a whistle and the "frontdoor" one revealed only a minor blip that is being monitored.

Low - The total cost of everything was astronomical. Obama and Congress better clean up health care costs and strengthen insurance plans or else I will be looking for a summer job from now on to offset costs. Now I know why mothers always want their daughters to marry doctors.

GARDEN/WEATHER

Hi - The weather this summer was very pleasant albeit a bit rainy. There were very few 90+ and humid days.

Low - The lack of sun and overabundance of rain resulted in a disappointing crop. Tomatoes were late and pepper and eggplant plants took forever to reach full maturity.

CAR

Hi - My Toyota reached its four year anniversary in early August. It had 61,370 miles and it still runs good.

Low - I took it in for a 60,000 miles check-up. The majority of the work was the brakes and the majority of the bill was the labor. If your daughters can't find a doctor or a lawyer, then marry a mechanic.

RUNNING/COACHING

Hi - I finally got my running stamina up to about 3+ miles a day at a good pace. The good groove was an impetus for a better diet and some weight loss. I also ran in my first race in about 14 years.

Low - There will be no coaching Cross Country this fall. And the chronic aches and pains of old age along with sore hammys resulted in many lost days of running. Lost days were followed by runner's depression, weight gain, and more trips to Burger World for fat-boy breakfasts.

SPORTS

Hi - Watching the IAAF World Championships (Track & Field) in Berlin for a whole week. It was like watching nine days of the Olympics without every other lame event or sappy "up-close-and-personal" stories. It was just plain old running and nothing else.

Low - The return of Yankee dominance in the major leagues. They currently have the best record in baseball. Who will stop them? Please, someone!!

It Puts The Lotion On Its Skin

My town is revaluing all of the properties due to an order from the county Board of Taxation. So a person from an appraisal company stopped by today to perform the task. Basically all she did was check off what rooms were in the house and where the unfinished sections were. She was literally in and out in five minutes.

After she left I wondered if she actually was looking at my house. After all I had spent two weeks cleaning it in preparation for this appraisal!!! I could have had "666" written on my bedroom wall in red paint and she wouldn't have noticed. I wonder if she worked in Ohio and had to stop by Jame Gumb's house how that appraisal would have gone.

"Okay. One kitchen. One door to a back room here. Long hallway with attached rooms. One pit. One girl in the pit."

Well, at least I have a clean house now. And I also found out that "Buffalo Bill" has appeared in MONK as Captain Stottlemeyer.

How?? - Part 2

On March 17, I told you about how I found a starling in my kitchen when coming home from school one day. Well, yesterday I was moving a sofa in the finished section of my basement and there on the floor was a dead sparrow. There was no odor nor any decomp. It's hard to say when the TOD was because my town doesn't have a notable coroner nor a crime scene unit. I took the little guy and deposited him in the garbage and like before wondered how he got into the house.

Half and Half

No, this posting is not about the coffee additive. I still take my coffee (and tea) black and sweet.

This posting is about mortgages. In the life of a homeowner there are three important milestones when it comes to the mortgage. The first is the satisfaction that comes when you have been approved for one. There is also euphoria when the last payment has been made. The third one lies somewhere in the middle. It comes when the amounts being applied to the principal and to the interest are the same. After that the majority of the payment will be applied to the principal (and not that bloody interest!) and it's all down hill after that.

Well, for me that middle milestone will be achieved with this month's payment. Yippee!

What the #@*%$ Part 2

It's a quiet Saturday. I got most of my errands done this morning including my running and since noon there has been a steady rain. It's 66 outside now and all of the windows are closed. I'm tempted to turn on the heat but I resist and don a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I make myself a cup of tea and settle down in my easy chair. It's somewhat dark outside due to the thick rain clouds. I turn on the light by my chair and begin to work on the Star Ledger's new 16x16 Soduko. Ah, so relaxing. Life is good. I take a break to rest my eyes and get up to stretch my legs. I walk past the calendar on the wall and see......JUNE 20TH!?!?!?!?!?!??!

DUCK!!!!!!

I had finished my run this morning and was doing my post-run walk thru Verona Park when I passed a couple of trees and heard some birds screeching. I thought nothing of it until I felt something brush against the top of my head. I turned and saw a red-winged blackbird flying away. He landed on a branch and eyed me up for another pass. Either I was near his nest or he liked sweat soaked tops of heads. He came in again but I faced him the whole way and he just fluttered above me for a few seconds and then flew away. I continued my walk without any further encounters. I'll take a detour next time!!

What the #@*%$

I settle down in my tv-watching chair tonight with a six pack and a just-delivered pizza and I flip on my old boob tube to watch my favorite show "Keeping Up With the Kranepools". And nada. Nothing on the screen. What the -----! I guess I'm going up on the roof tomorrow to look at the antenna. Geeez.









(kidding)

How?

When I arrived home tonight and entered my kitchen, the first thing I noticed was the box of toothpicks strewn all over my counter. The box usually sat on the window sill over the sink. The first thought that went thru my mind was that the house had been burglarized. But before any type of fear had time to set in, the mystery quickly resolved itself. From a corner of the kitchen came a flapping sound and a grown starling began to fly about the kitchen and occasionally crashing into the windows. While I watched him fly about I wondered how he had gotten into the house, but my first priority was to get him out. Since he was trying to fly thru the windows, I figured this was going to be easier than getting a squirrel out of the house. So I opened two kitchen windows and fortunately he stayed on the first floor and eventually flew out and into freedom.

After shutting the windows, I looked around the house dreading a broken window somewhere. But all of the windows were intact and all of the doors shut. The door to the attic was shut too. How did he get in? I could only think of two possibilities: the furnace in the basement sometimes has skulls and bones near the vent from birds who try to keep warm in the winter. I went down and there was a skull. But I figured that that entrance should be certain death and since it was a warm day (50+ degrees), highly unlikely that a bird had entered there. The other possibility was a hole in the ceiling in the mudroom (where Woody's ramp once stood). I always thought it was just a hole that was shut down on each end by a joist, but upon closer examination there was what looked like a vent pipe about 8 inches away from the hole. Could he have gotten in thru there? I had no idea but I couldn't find proof of any other entrance.

So I put a temporary patch over the hole and went on with my life.

Secured

Friday I visited my local Motor Vehicle Bureau to get a replacement registration. Once again, the service was friendly and helpful. It was a bit crowded this time, but as I walked out I made sure this time that I had the right card.

While standing in line though I recalled the following exchange:

JERRY: I still can't believe, you're going out on a blind date.
ELAINE: I'm not worried. It sounds like he's really good looking.
JERRY: You're going by sound? What are we? Whales?
ELAINE: I think I can tell.
JERRY: Elaine, what percentage of people would you say are good looking?
ELAINE: Twenty-five percent.
JERRY: Twenty-five percent, you say? No way! It's like 4 to 6 percent. It's a twenty to one shot.
ELAINE: You're way off.
JERRY: Way off? Have you been to the motor vehicle bureau? It's like a leper colony down there.

Summer Reading

Wow, two posts in a week!

The Babes in the Wood by Ruth Rendell
Cage of Stars by Jacquelyn Mitchard
The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls
In the Shadows of the Sun by Alexander Parsons
Light on Snow by Anita Shreve
Love Walked In by Marisa de los Santos
The Memory of Running by Ron McLarty
Reversible Errors by Scott Turow
Tenney's Landing by Catherine Tudish
We Are All Welcome Here by Elizabeth Berg

Deja Vu ???

Fans of this blog will surely remember the classic from July 31, 2007. I'll wait while you go look it up and read it.

Back? Good.

Well, today I was filling out a form for a school parking lot permit. I pulled out my registration to get some needed information. And I stared at it in disbelief. It was for my old Mazda. But I thought I had replaced this a year ago. Where the %#@* did this come from? I went thru my glove compartment and besides finding several pairs of gloves, the only thing I could find was a receipt for a registration. It didn't have a date but I'm 95% sure it is from 7/31/2007 because of the cost.

So I figured two things may have happened:

1) I went there that day and they processed a replacement. I got a receipt for a Toyota. But they printed out a registration card for my old Mazda. I find this hard to believe, because since Toyota registered my car when I bought it, the Toyota and not the Mazda should have been in their database.

Or
2) I actually did get the replacement that day but maybe lost it? And somehow the old lost one that I couldn't find somehow found it's way into my wallet?

Both seem implausible. So it looks like another trip to the DMV.

This is another one of those mysteries that I'll be dying to find the answer to when I get to heaven (if I get there).

WHY?

I was driving home today and got behind a car with an out of state plate. At first I didn't recognize it so I got a little closer. The background was white with a smattering of colors near the top. It had a dealer's frame so I still couldn't identify the state. So I got even closer and then I saw it. HA-VY-YEE!!!!

I won't even ask the question here.

Had He Lived......

HAL would have turned 16 today. His real name was HAL-9000, but he was known to his friends as HAL. He was a good guy, but a bit paranoid at times. And unfortunately, that was what led to his murder. RIP, good buddy HAL.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley.....

Love that DMV

Well, it has been a while since my last post. So here's the highlight of my Christmas Vacation. My Driver's License had expired and I had to get the new picture hologram type that the state of NJ was implementing. So off to the new DMV I went. For those who enjoyed my 7/31 posting will be glad to know that it was another enjoyable experience. In and out in 18 minutes. And the help and assistance was unbelievable.

Summer Reading

Well, it's the eve of another school year. Back in May, our upperclassmen were given their reading lists for the summer. I didn't get one, so my list will be of the books I DID read during my time off. The warm summer season is always the one during which I do most of my reading (really all of it).

So here is my list. Unlike some people, I won't attempt to write a review or synopsis of any kind.

The Amber Room - Steve Berry

The Bone Vault - Linda Fairstein

Franny & Zooey - J.D. Salinger

John McGraw - Charles C. Alexander

Murder List - Julie Garwood

Nine Stories - J.D. Salinger

Offer of Proof - Robert Heilbrun

Open and Shut - David Rosenfelt

Our First Revolution - Michael Barone

Raise High the Roof beam, Carpenters - J.D. Salinger

Stealing the General - Russell S. Bonds

Wisecracker - William J. Mann

Unanswered questions

During the past week, I saw my second dead cat on the side of a road in the past month. Deer, raccoons, and possum I understand, but dead cats I could never understand. I've always had dogs as pets so I can't begin to know the mentality of a person who owns a cat.

When a person adopts or buys a cat, does he or she say to themselves....

"I know this cat will go out on its own at night, prowling around the neighborhood. It may even come to the "big road". It will try and cross it for some reason. It may make it. Or maybe not. I accept the fact that my pet will not return alive."

Or when that pet does not return in a day or so, do the owners drive around looking for it expecting the worst? Or do they just sit back and hope it returns someday?

And when the police or dead-animal-picker-uppers remove the dead from the roads, do they go around notifying the neighborhood of the newly found dead?

Just some questions I've wondered about.

Greenhouse?? If not, what?

I mentioned in a previous entry in this blog that I never water my lawn. And how it is always green, just as green as my neighbors' lawns which are watered constantly throughout the summer. My dad had a great philosophy regarding lawns which I wholeheartedly subscribe to: "as long as the lawn is green, it doesn't matter if it's weeds or grass."
And usually after a hot summer (especially a hot August), the grass tends to grow slower and take on a shade of brown. But today when I cut the back lawn, it was high, lush, and green, just like it is in late April or early May. Not sure what's going on.

Matewan it's not, but it's close

Sunday morning in the hill country. Blue skies, bright sun, pleasant temps. A good day as any to go work up in Mine Shaft #19. I walked off down towards Clem's house and he was sitting on his front porch with his dog, Blue. "Clem," I said. "Ready to head up to the mine?"

"Yep," replied Clem. "Be with you in a sec." He disappeared into the house and came back out with a big smile on his face.

"Let's go! Had to kiss the wife g'bye."

We trudged up the long winding dirt road that led to Ol' 19. We finally arrived at about 11. This was the last mine that we owned. We used to have two open mines over in Old Bridge County. We did a lot of open strip mining on those two, but we had to sell the land last year. Now all that's left is #19.

The big black door that barred the front of the mine had shifted over the years and some of the contents were leaking out. Clem and I got the door away from the front and saw the rich contents of the mine.

"Gotta be careful this year," I said to Clem. "You're right. We lost two guys when we were up here two years ago."

That tragedy was caused by the ever dangerous cave-in. This year though I had a plan. We started excavating the black gold from the front of the mine. After we had gone about a fourth of the way into the mine, I got a large piece of plywood. We shoved it in at the height of the opening. With large rubber mallets, the wood was shoved all the way to the back of the mine. As we dug deeper into the mine we supported the wood ceiling with beams of wood.

"This will hold it up real good," said Clem. I nodded back to my partner.

We finally reached the back of the mine but I wanted more. More black gold.

At the bottom of the mine was a grid of wooden planks that served as sort of a sieve floor. Not sure why this was installed in this mine, but the wood had rotted over the years. We managed to get all the rotten wood out, and then excavated even more down to the original floor.

All total, we excavated about 7 or 8 pails full of black gold. We then replaced the old floor with a new one of bricks.

Now came the tricky part. We had to get the beams and the partial ceiling out and avoid the eventual cave in. We had to be quick and fast.

"Fire in the hole," I yelled.

Clem and I grabbed all the wood and ran. The top of the mine thundered down where we had just been. Some of the contents of the mine fell out, but we shoveled it back in and replaced the front door. To fasten the door more securely, we roped it up good and tight.

"Well, lunch at the tavern, Clem?"

"Yup"

And off we went to quaff our thirsts after a hard day's work.

(For the gullible, this is a story of how I made a withdrawal from my compost maker. And it's pronounced "Mait-wan")

Real life re-boot

I went to sleep last night to the pleasant rumblings of an oncoming thunderstorm. I woke up in the middle of the night and I realized something was different. I didn't need to visit my favorite watering hole; rather I noticed that my ceiling fan was not turning and the room was quite warm. I strained my eyes to try and see what the comforting red digits on my alarm clock read. But all I saw was black. Had I gone blind? No the power was off. So I moved down stairs to the sofa where the room was quite cool due to the aforementioned rain storm. Around 8, I arose and the power was still off. So I decided to kill some time and went out for a paper and breakfast. Upon returning home I realized that the status had not changed. I knew this because I saw quite a few people sitting out on there porches. I guess they were forced out of their AC'd sealed-up cocoons which were now quite warm. Haaah, flushed out of their little holes like a hose down a chipmunk's lair.

But no difference here except for the absence of any working fans. So to kill more time, I decided to tackle some more tasks which required either muscles, a hose, or both. Speaking of using a hose, I'd like to make a comment in response to a posting that appeared on my N-I-L's blog. She mentioned the need for going green and one of the ways is not to run the water during the brushing of one's teeth. Well, that's nothing compared to some of the knuckleheads on my block. It amazes me as to when they water their lawns. The weather man could be saying that there is a 50% chance of rain at night but they're watering their lawns in the early evening. I guess I could give them some slack on that since we're talking about percents and probability, but the ice-hole three houses down takes the cake. After a night of heavy downpours, he had his sprinkler going full blast this morning. Unbelievable. And I don't know why people water their lawns so much. I have not watered my lawn ONCE this summer and it is just as green as anyone else's on the block. Oh, well. Thanks to my venting, I now have a posting for August.

Well, around 1 PM, the power finally came back on and except for missing a few hours of the Louis Armstrong Birthday Broadcast, it wasn't such a hardship after all.