Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Puff blog alert!


I was working on something today along the lines of how happy I am that minor league baseball is coming to the East Side, but I was getting so giddy that I was annoying myself and I had to stop. So maybe tomorrow. Until then I'm going to pack up my drum and drumsticks & go get a hot dog. ...
... which reminds me of a joke: One night I went to Cannons for a beer. After about half an hour I realized that I had left my accordion on the back seat of my car. I rushed outside, but I was too late. My driver's side back window was smashed. I looked in and now there were two accordions on the back seat.
Didn't say it was a good joke.


Monday, February 25, 2008

James





I didn’t understand about half of what you said or why you hung your suit in the barn. After I asked three times without understanding the answer I figured I’d let it drop. Didn’t want to be rude. And I didn’t get your explanation when I almost tripped over a big rock that appeared outside our back door one morning. Later, Mary said it was a “fairy stone” you put there to ward off whatever the little people might have in store for a couple of Yanks.



But I understood you just fine when you pestered the musicians in the Lighthouse Pub to “play an IRA song.” Or when you wouldn’t let me order a Bushmills because it was “Protestant whiskey.” No point in mentioning that Bushmills was owned by the same multinational that owns Guinness. This was a conflict that, though always much discussed as I was growing up, I was never a party to.



You wore that same barn suit at the Pierre when we all went to the huge wedding in New York a few years later. You looked a little out of sorts. You were a long way from your rocky little farm in Fanad. We asked the waiter to bring you a Guinness and I think they had to run down the street somewhere to find one. We always wondered what they charged for that can of beer.


The last time we saw you was in the rearview mirror, waving and walking after our tiny rented car down the lane on our way to Derry. (Wouldn’t call it Londonderry, especially around you.) We’d spent the day -- a “soft” November morning to you, cold and wet to us -- on your farm drinking tea and later a Guinness. You showed us old family photos and your buildings and your animals and your assorted rusted farm stuff. I don’t think anything I saw there had a motor. It always amazed me that you worked those hilly acres by hand.


We ran to close your gate as an army of sheep advanced down the lane. Ringo, the dog, couldn’t contain himself. As we got into the car you mumbled something about how we had to leave so that we could come back again.


It never occurred to us that that would be the last time we’d see you.


You were a devoted son, caring for your mother until her death. To us, you were friend, a guide, a willing caretaker for our family’s property and a first cousin once removed. We were, as you put it, your people and you were ours.


Rest in peace, James Friel.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Simpler times ...


... How I miss them

Friday, February 22, 2008

Thursday, February 21, 2008

I want a monkey stein!




For some reason I stopped collecting Neuweiler steins a few years ago. Oh, now I remember why -- money. I couldn't afford to. But I was looking at some ghostly photographs from inside the old Neuweiler Brewery recently on an urban explorer web site and the next thing you know I'm Googling for steins. Not much luck. This is the monkey stein. I'd passed on it a couple of times way back when and wish now that I hadn't. I still can't afford it, but I want a monkey stein!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Bert O'Bama



NBC News reprimanded a graphics employee responsible this week for flashing a picture of Osama bin Laden while MSNBC's Chris Matthews was reporting on Barack Obama.

"This mistake was inexcusable," MSNBC said.

"We didn't mind the picture of Bert," MSNBC said, adding that its apology to the Obama campaign did not extend to the Muppet. "We love Bert and we stand behind Bert."

The Obama campaign noted the network's apology and said, "We're cool with Bert as well."




Saturday, February 16, 2008

What's all this fuss about Riverdance?



Guest blog by Miss Emily Litella
What's all this fuss I keep hearing about Riverdance in Easton?
All this complaining about those nice Irish dancers? I just don't understand it. And why are they trying to put them in a flood plain? All of those beautiful costumes will get ruined! And how are we supposed to hear that nice Irish music with all those noisy LANTA buses coming in and out and in and out? I just don't understand it! And another thing, they paid all that money and now they want a smaller Riverdance? That's just not fair! I'm so angry I just don't know what else to say. Thank you.

Monday, February 11, 2008

High heat

Roger Clemens' former trainer Brain McNamee told congressional investigators last week that he injected the pitcher's wife, Debbie Clemens, with human growth hormone in 2002.

Mrs. Clemens, a left-hander, had her best season that year with 14 wins, including a two-hit shutout over the Marlins.

Before her breakout year, baseball experts said, she threw like a girl.