Category: Writing

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Eve Election

Bright spots pre-election post-Sandy. Alec Baldwin hanging out with stranded NYU students. Bloomberg finally making the right call to cancel the marathon. Powered people giving plug-ups to those without. Neighbors helping each other. MayorMike high-fiving Jake at 78th & Mad diner. Living 4 blocks from work.

Bets are in. Massachusetts. Scott or Warren? President. Obama or Romney? Close or Blow-Out? Late night or days out? What say you? Demographic enthusiasm to get out. Turnout. Eve of construction or destruction?

Rave reviews for Argo. Louie’s SNL less so.

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Weekend Soul

When you get older. Silvery hair. I’d never lock the door. Birthday greetings. Bottle of wine. Sunday SideTreks. Go for a ride. Who could ask for more? I will still need you. I will still feed you. When you’re … Siempre. Mi amor.

Beatles notwithstanding, Billy Joel’s song at concert last night for hurricane Sandy victims. That’s soul. Voice richer than ever. Lyrics perfect. Off to LumberYard in Amherst with Lilly’s abuelitos. Extra hour of sleep.

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Scare – Ma – Geddon

Hope it’s just hype. They sure are scaring everybody. FrankenStorm. My broom is powered up and ready to go. Candles. Check. Batteries. Check. Water. Check. Pretzels. Check. Gin. Check. May be the last post for a while. Good luck to all.

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Détente

Debate? What was that? I’ve been trying to reconcile my impressions of last night’s get-together. Obama jabbed and Romney ducked. It wasn’t entertaining nor fun. So much agreement. Tensions dissolved. I guess the Prez won. May as well elect Mitt VP. So little difference on so many things. NeoCons must have been throwing bombs at their televisions. Don’t be fooled. PuppMitt is still lurking in there. What he said to appease women is not what he’ll likely do.

Trumpster has a dirty trick up his sleeve. Something YUGE. Rumor has it that he’s going to out Obama for selling coke in college. You’re fired, Donald.

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Snowing Leaves

It’s snowing leaves. Colorful storm. Golden rusted flakes cascading to the ground. Crackling underfoot. Foliage suddenly gone. Took a Sunday detour from Autumn in New England to Summer in the Nevada Desert. Started Jana Richman’s new novel, The Ordinary Truth. Extraordinary read. Couldn’t put it down.

Compelling story, richly written. Great Basin beauty is artfully conjured, but Richman’s portrayal of familial relationships shone. I cared about these people. Raw generational dynamics stuck in time. Secrets, jealousies authentically, searingly evoked. Conditions common to every family. This takes creating a crisis as a catalyst for change to page-turning revelations. Highly recommend.

Pats-Jets ending. Wow.

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October Surprise?

No more talking. Parsing words. Dissecting sentences. Nit-picking facial ticks. It’s time for action. Obama needs to show us something. Not tell us anything else. Enough Letterman, Daily Show, View. Honey Boo Boo.

Where’s our October surprise? Better hurry up. It’s almost Halloween. Exhibit leadership. Do something Presidential. Catch a bunch of bad guys. Bring all the soldiers home. Make it big. Make it good. Or, Trick not Treat. In a couple of weeks, we could face threat of troops to Iran under President PuppMitt.

Comforting weekend fare. Veggie Lasagne. RecipeDetours.

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Paradise Lost

Once a glittering mecca, Northampton is called “Paradise City”. It’s the latest title and setting of Archer Mayor’s Joe Gunther detective series. Gunther uncovers a stolen jewelry ring, and encounters some unsavory sorts. I’ve run into a few real-life residents portrayed in this book over the years. And, it’d be wise to be wary. Mayor hails from Brattleboro, Vermont, up the road.

K9Queen loves a good mystery series. I’m looking forward to Joe McGinnis’ local crime exposé. He’s the guy who moved next door to Sarah Palin and has been hunkered down in our Hampshire County Courthouse, at “15 Gothic Street”.

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Worcester Cup

Yup. The first Ryder Cup matches were played in 1927 at Worcester Country Club, Massachusetts. This year, Davis Love’s team v. Jose Maria Olazabal’s equipo. At Medinah, Illinois. USA! v. Lay o Lay! U.S. v. Europe. For 3 days. Weird terms like dormie, all-square. Rounds that end too soon.

What do Michael Phelps and Justin Timberlake have to do with golf? Only get to see fourball, foursomes. Off to the West Side. Have to admit, I usually root for Europe. They seem more “teamy” than the Americans. Esprit de Corps. Cool partiers who have fun. And they don’t all have the same “wife”.

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Evening Joe

Joe the Flubber. Biden. As I said on the air last night on Cafferty, “Let Joe be Joe. Always off the rails, unfiltered. Yet, he is authentic.” Needs to get a grip, though.

Joe the Plumber. He wants to shoot people who come over the border. Joe Walsh called the President a liar. How did that work out? Joe Klein aka “Anonymous” Primary Colors says Paul Ryan lives in Libertarian Disneyland. Joe Scarborough of Morning Joe,  wants to tackle real issues. Why are we spending $Billions a day on tragically flawed wars? Joe Arpaio, from Springfield, MA, now AZ, in bed with Trumpster, still debating Obama’s birth certificate.

And my Joe’s. Grandfather, father, brother, nephew, cousins. All perfecto.

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Sicko Pants

“The Worst Marriage in Georgetown” is a true story stranger than any fiction. From Soros to Scalia and military leaders in between, it is incredible how easily they are sucked in by a psycho and his powerful “wife”. Washingtonian sycophants so insular, narcissistic, naive. It’s no wonder the country is in such sorry shape. Beautifully written by Franklin Foer. If you can’t link it here, get the New York Times Magazine tomorrow and read it. Worth the price.

Illustration by Pat Perry from the New York Times.