This posting is in the response to the requests of both an old friend and of a sweet niece, for whom it could be sub-titled "How I Met Your Aunt Linda." It is the first or second day of school in the fall of 1969 and disturbingly hot in the halls of Chittenango High School. I am sweltering in a sport coat and tie because I believe that is the way a teacher must dress. The 13 English teachers, at least 5 of us newbies, attend the first English department meeting of the year in the upstairs teachers' room. Across from me sits Linda Baker, a lovely brunette in a blue dress. At least, I believe it was blue. I couldn't swear to it. Little do I guess that upon first glance, she doesn't like me. It's because I am wearing a suede sport coat and have a wide leather watch band. She thinks I must be one of those stuck on themselves, cool kind of guys, whom she doesn't care for. Needless to say we do not fall instantaneously in love.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
A Brief Romantic Blog
This posting is in the response to the requests of both an old friend and of a sweet niece, for whom it could be sub-titled "How I Met Your Aunt Linda." It is the first or second day of school in the fall of 1969 and disturbingly hot in the halls of Chittenango High School. I am sweltering in a sport coat and tie because I believe that is the way a teacher must dress. The 13 English teachers, at least 5 of us newbies, attend the first English department meeting of the year in the upstairs teachers' room. Across from me sits Linda Baker, a lovely brunette in a blue dress. At least, I believe it was blue. I couldn't swear to it. Little do I guess that upon first glance, she doesn't like me. It's because I am wearing a suede sport coat and have a wide leather watch band. She thinks I must be one of those stuck on themselves, cool kind of guys, whom she doesn't care for. Needless to say we do not fall instantaneously in love.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
We Used to Fall in Love A Lot
Friday, February 19, 2010
Life in Chittenango is Great, but. . .
In my 150 postings, I have often written about the joys of life in the village "where waters run north, " but I have to say there are some pretty good things about living in Fayetteville, that little village just north of Manlius, too. The thing that has caught my eye each day for the last few weeks, when I head to Panera Bread for the world's greatest dark roast coffee, is the construction of the world's most beautiful combination gas station, convenience store, and car wash, from now on referred to as the GSCSCW.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
This is a Job for Stacy Foxx and the Double X Girls!
Bonnie:
Well, one night I was talking to four of my friends, and we were all wishing that we could be more of a help with the war effort. Then somebody said wouldn’t it be swell if we were spies or worked undercover for the war department. We were just being silly, of course. But a couple days later when my uncle Ned--he just loves doing sound effects--suggested that I write a serial that we could do on WBTR, I remembered that silly conversation we had. And before you know it, I’d written the first installment of “The Adventures of Stacy Foxx and the Double X Girls.” (she makes her voice very deep) “The story of five young American women, working undercover for the war department, fighting the enemies of America, here on our native soil.”
I’m Stacy. And my four friends who I was having that talk with that night all have parts, too. Nancy Wilson (Amanda Zaengler) plays Vivian Vixen--the femme fatale, Mary Doolittle (Martina Bex) the voice of Spunky Townsend--one tough little customer, Claire Sauer (Stephanie McCann) plays “Big Barb” O’Brien--the muscle of the group, and Jackie Terwilliger (Catherine Cohen) is Naomi Lake, the scientific one.
Bonnie:
I’m the only one of us who knows what Weiner looks like. I saw his secret photo down at the war department’s secret photo department. I’ll go in and point him out to you Viv?
Jackie:
Don’t you think a German spy is going to kind of stand out in the middle of a Chinese restaurant, anyway?
Bonnie:
Hey, he could be in disguise.
Jackie:
Good point. I’d forgotten that.
Bonnie:
Spread out, gals. Come on Viv. You’ve got a hun to seduce.
Sister:
Saints preserve us. . .I mean I can’t wait to help our boys in the service.
(there is the sound of a door opening, Ned clinks some glasses together and some chopsticks, the girls mumble softly in the background)
Jack:
(in a politically incorrect Chinese accent) You rike table, radies.
Bonnie:
We’re looking for a friend, thank you.
Jack:
OK. Egg loll velly good tonight.
Bonnie:
Thank you. . .There he is Viv. There sitting at the table right underneath the painting of the Great Wall.
Sister:
I see him. He is a handsome fellow isn’t he. Too bad he’s a dirty Nazi. I’ll go over and pitch a little woo in his direction.
Bonnie:
Try to lure him out into the back alley. We’ll get the drop on him there.
Sister:
(beginning to enjoy her role but still a bit tentative) Will do, chief.
Bonnie:
See you out back. Good luck, Viv.
(Ned makes the sound of footsteps crossing the room.)
Sister:
Hello tall, blond and Aryan. What’s a good lookin’ guy like you doin’ here?
Larry: (Nick Roach, in a thick German accent)
Da China man told me to sit here. I vas only following orders.
Sister:
I mean . . .what’s a handsome hunk of a man doing in a joint like this?
Larry:
Oh. I am vaiting for a boat.
Sister:
Really. . . (crosses herself a couple of times) How’d you like to take a little sail around the harbor, skipper?
Larry:
U-boat or mine? (he laughs) A little German humor! Von’t you sit down und have a drink mit me?
Sister:
I’ve got a better idea, baby. Let’s slide out into the alley behind this dump and take on a little cargo before your ship leaves. Whatta ya say?
Larry:
Vy not.
(We hear the sound of footsteps and a door opening.)
Sister:
It’s nice and fresh out here. I hate the smell of Chinese cooking.
Larry:
Ah, Fraulein, you look beautiful in de light of de moon. . .even back here in de alley vere de moon doesn’t shine.
Sister:
Like I said, I hate the smell of Chinese cooking, but ya know what I really hate the smell of? . . German cooking. There’s nothing worse than the stench of Kraut!
Larry:
Vas is loes? Gott in Himmel! Dis is a trap!
Bonnie:
That’s right Weiner, and you’re caught in it.
Claire:
Don’t move ya blond palooka. You’re covered from all sides.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I'm LOST!
I used to be a LOST-aholic. Watched it faithfully for several years, but it got so "out there," plus I could never tell exactly what part of the year it would be shown in, so I quit "Losting" just about the time Charlie died in that underwater chamber and the ship blew up. Now I know that death and time and space mean nothing on LOST, so I decided that I would start watching again. After all, these were to be the final episodes of the series.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
OD'ing in the 'Nango
Thursday, February 4, 2010
From the Source: My Final Columbine Post, I Think
I blog about things I find interesting and thought provoking, and I blogged this week about the book COLUMBINE for both those reasons. But I discovered that my postings about the famous school shootings would cause an unprecedented reaction for my blogsite THE BLUE MOON GRILLE. There are people for which the truth about Columbine is and always will be a cause from the heart, an open sore, and a mission. Those people must monitor the web for others offering commentary about the tragedy.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
On COLUMBINE again. To: Lisa, Peg, and Jim
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Columbine, Nearly 11 Years Later
I just finished reading Dave Cullen's book COLUMBINE. Cullen is considered the foremost authority on the school massacre, and his book, of course, is far more frightening than anything Stephen King ever penned. I can't say I liked reading the book, but I think it's an important read for anyone who cares about kids and wants to keep them safe.