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Early Wednesday morning I was having trouble sleeping, which is unfortunately all too normal for me. Sometime after 3 AM I decided, what the hell, I’m going outside to check out the Perseid meteor shower. I slipped on a light jacket and put on my old grass-cutting shoes and headed out into the darkness.

Well, it wasn’t quite “dark.” Unfortunately, high in the eastern sky was a nearly full moon which tends to wash out the view of most of the stars or anything else that one might care to see in the night sky, including meteors. Also, we live on the suburban south side of Indianapolis. While we are some five miles from downtown, there remains a great deal of ambient light from numerous sources which has the effect of washing out the sky even more.

Undaunted, I got a lawn chair and moved around to find a spot affording the broadest view of the sky while blocking out the moon as much as possible. So oriented, I sat watching for nearly half an hour, spotting nothing meteoric.

My first experience with the Perseids goes back to the mid-1960s (yeah, I’m kind of an old fart) on a clear, moonless night, spooning with a young lady out in northern Minnesota lake country in my dad’s black and canary yellow 1965 Pontiac Bonneville (it was pretty cool, by the way). I didn’t know of such things – meteors, that is. We stopped our “spoonin'” and watched amazed as literally dozens of the damn things whisked across the pitch-black sky. Hell, I thought we were being invaded. “War of the Worlds!”

Since that wondrous night, I have tried numerous times to catch more such glimpses of the Perseids and a number of the other yearly meteor showers with generally disappointing results. Oftentimes an overcast sky obviated even the possibility.

A few years ago local weather forecasters predicted that that particular year’s Perseid shower would likely be the best in many a year – that at its peak, one might see as many as a thousand or more meteors every minute! Well, maybe not a thousand. More like three or four, but still… There was to be no moon.

I was ready, by God! I put on sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and brought a light blanket and a thermos of fresh coffee, as it was a rather chilly and damp night. I grabbed a lawn chair from the patio and, following the weather forecaster’s instructions, set it up facing east and slightly to the north. I was comfortably in place by about 1 AM – primed for checking out prodigious hordes of meteorites, or shooting stars, or “St. Lawrence’s tears” as some refer to them.

I sat there for over an hour. Nothing. Nada. I then remembered the weather prognosticators had said that viewing might be better at around 4 AM to 5 AM. I was frustrated, but not defeated. Anyhow, I needed to pee. So, I went back inside, tinkled, then hunkered down in bed and caught a few Z’s. I actually managed to wake up a little before five. Groggy, and somewhat less eager, I nevertheless toddled back outside and retook my seat, adjusting it to enable a view more directly overhead and to the west as per those afore-mentioned instructions.

There I sat. By a little before 6 AM dawn was definitely on the eastern horizon. The western sky remained dark, but, once again, nothing. Not one goddamn meteor! What a crock! The next evening’s weather segments included testimonials of those who had spent a glorious night being dazzled by literally dozens – nay, hundreds – of fantastic streaking meteors, a veritable light show. What the hell! Were they looking at the same sky I was?

Well, I digress. It appeared that my experience this time around was destined to mirror that of a few years ago. But, after a hapless half hour or so, and having shifted my position a number of times, I suddenly caught sight of a white streak directly overhead. Yippee! Then, just a few seconds later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw another, then one more. Holy Comet Tails, Batman! I moved my chair out further from the house, sat down and leaned back. Over the next fifteen minutes or so, I was treated to about a dozen more fiery streaks through the sky. None of them was particularly dramatic or unusually spectacular. But they did make me smile.

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  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    Baritone,

    Great read! I noticed the importance the car and the Perseids and the relative lack of importance of the young lady. Fory years ago, the Perseids would have scarcely gotten my attention if there was a young female with “spoons” to be “sampled”.

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    Oh yeah, I fergot to mention. I have a neighbor who looks an awful lot like you (at least according to the photo). He is as flexible and easy going as you are, too…. ;o)

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Ruvy,

    Well, the young lady in question was sadly a victim of my stupidity and male chauvinism. Perhaps you are correct. If the sky proved more compelling than what was transpiring in the Pontiac, maybe it’s best we parted ways.

    Maybe your neighbor is my long lost twin? :)

    Thanks for the comments.

    B

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Zing,

    No I haven’t. My dad had but one passion in his later years – fishing. We made yearly treks up to the area around Park Rapids, Minnesota for 2 or 3 weeks each summer. My older brother and I generally enjoyed it, but would probably have liked to see sites other than pine trees and lakes – like maybe a city or two. But my parents had “been there, done that” in their earlier years and had little interest in any hustle and bustle.

    Now, though, I could enjoy some relaxing time spent overlooking a lake and tall pines. Sounds pretty good to me. :)

    B

  • http://drdreadful.blogspot.com Dr Dreadful

    Good piece.

    Gawp up at the sky, though, for long enough on any dark night and you’re certain to see a meteor or two. Also satellites (distinguishable from planes by their high speed and absence of flashing nav lights). It’s great fun.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Doc,

    Of course, you’re right. But you really need to be a fair distance away from urban and suburban centers. The ambient light does such a thorough job of washing out the sky that where I am, at any rate, even on a clear, moonless night, you can pretty much count the visible stars on 2 hands and maybe a foot or 2.

    We used to have a small, really cheap telescope we bought at some garage sale for like $20. Even with that we could zoom in on the Moon and discern more of its surface features than you might suppose. I was even able a few years ago to focus on Saturn and see its rings. What a hoot! Alas, our little telescope fell from a shelf earlier this year shattering one of the lenses, sadly ending its usefull life. :/

    B

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    Baritone,

    We used to have a neighbor who loves astronomy. Every now and again he would take our sons to mountains in Samaria (actually a kind of mesa past Shvut RaHél) where the ambient light was very weak, pull out a binoculars attached to a pole and a camera. I you want, I can contact him and perhaps he can contact you about putting together a telescope on the cheap. He is very good at that kind of stuff. In Israel, you learn early to put together things from scratch. That’s why there are so many startups here.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Ruvy,

    Thanks for the suggestion. My interest in things astronomical is fairly casual. I took Astronomy 100 in college – the typical general survey class to help fulfill the science requirements of my BA degree. That’s how I learned we weren’t being attacked on that night in Minnesota.

    But, I am not an avid star gazer. I just get a kick out of occasionally seeing meteors.

    Question (If you have seen the film Close Encounters…, you’ll know what I’m asking about:)

    If you were given an opportunity to get on board the extra-terrestrial’s ship and fly off with them, would you do it?

    I believe I would. I’m happy with life here on good ole earth, and it would involve some hard choices, but such an opportunity would be huge and hard to pass up even if more than just a little scary.

    B

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    For all the sacrifices I’ve made here, if given the opportunity to board a “chariot of fire”, an alien spaceship, I’d jump at it. I’d want to drag my wife along, but I know one son who would follow me in a New York second.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Ruvy,

    Yeah, I mean, what the hell? It might be the same for me. I’m not sure my wife would do it, but she might. In the right circumstances, she will try most anything. I think both of my kids would jump on board as well. Hell, if I had them, that’s all I’d want or need. I’ll let you know if the opportunity arises. :)

    B

  • zingzing

    to get away from obamamerica, the right wingers wish for aliens. (ahem, while saying that obama is an alien…)… …

    oh, i r o n y

    .

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    to get away from obamamerica, the right wingers wish for aliens….

    This was Baritone’s idea, not mine. But if it were to happen, look at it this way, zing. While you roast in the hellfire that I think “obamamerica” will become, me and Baritone can debate whether you’re roasting because you weren’t “liberal” enough (Baritone’s argument) or you weren’t “moral” enough (my argument).

    Either way, you roast, and me and Baritone get to enjoy watching it.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Ah now Ruvy, don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth.

    B

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    OK Baritone, if obamamerica becomes the hellfire I think it will, zing roasts, and you and I (and our families) get to enjoy watching it from outer space.

  • zingzing

    you would enjoy watching me roast in hellfire, ruvy?

    that’s pretty damn evil. glad to know i inspire such hatred and bloodlust. mmmm. makes me feel wanted. wanna stick it in?

    seriously, i think you seriously need to realign your brain. maybe more towards humanity and away from reptile.

    i was just noting the irony, which is pretty damn strong, i must say.

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    to get away from obamamerica, the right wingers wish for aliens. (ahem, while saying that obama is an alien…)… …

    oh, i r o n y

    You started this line of thought, not me. And Baritone, not I, brought up the idea of escaping the planet in a spaceship.

    If you don’t like me enjoying my own little ironies at your expense, don’t try to impose yours on me. Remember – I do not turn the other cheek.

    Shabbat Shalom,
    Ruvy

  • zingzing

    eh? you two were talking about it long before i got involved. i just connected it back to your ridiculous birther beliefs, nothing more. besides, doesn’t matter who started anything. and nothing is at my expense here. you’re the ones wishing for aliens. funny stuff.

    “Remember – I do not turn the other cheek.”

    ruvy’s hard.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Guys, guys. Let’s not get into it here amongst our Cultural friends. Can’t you see the arched eyebrows? We should confine our viturpations to the “Politics” arena.

    I seriously doubt that aliens are going to swoop down and invite me or anyone else to tour the environs of space with them anytime soon. It was just a bit of “what ifs.”

    We should all just smooth our ruffled feathers, sit down and have a drink. I’m buyin’. What’ll it be?

  • zingzing

    blood.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Straight or on the rocks!

  • zingzing

    ew, cold blood…

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    My martini recipe: 1/2 vodka (Absolut Citron if you have it) + 1/2 DeKuyper’s Cherry Berry Pucker or Cherry Pucker Schnapps. Shaken not stirred (you can’t get a martini cold enough for me by stirring, my apologies to James Bond). Use a chilled (frozen) glass. Garnish with a cherry*.

    *give this to your husband (if you don’t have a husband, then give it to your wife or your date or your parrot–just don’t eat it–as it will interfere with your tough guy/gal image–it’s completely for presentation)

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    Oh, make that extra shaken…it should have the faintest bit of fine iciness on the top when poured.

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    Ackkkk…wrong vodka. The Citron is for the cosmopolitan martini. It’s just plain vodka for the cherry martini.

  • http://biggesttent.blogspot.com/ Silas Kain

    Cosmopolitans are so passe. Not to mention that they’re too gay for my liking. I’ll have me a nice tall glass of Bombay’s Blue Sapphire Gin that has been chilled for at least six months in a freezer — straight up.

  • http://drdreadful.blogspot.com Scandalized Culture Denizen

    What are all these Politics people doing in here?!?

    Oh, that’s right. Look at the title.

    😉

  • zingzing

    whatever, doc.

    it just might fall.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    I don’t know you guys and gals. I was thinking of something more like a couple of Buds.

    Of course, I’m a pretty hard core boozer. My last mixed drink was a Kahlua on the rocks with cream.

    I maintain tradition by god! My very first alcoholic “drink” was a creme de menthe parfait. :)

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    Try a perfect Manhattan, straight up with a lemon twist. It beats a Cosmopolitan by a mile. But my perfect cocktail – extra dry gin Martini, Saphire – with plenty of olives.

    Vodka martinis are for sissies.

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    Silas and Roger. In a word blechhhh. Those martinis are like drinking lighter fluid. Sure you could acquire a taste, but who wants to? A cherry martini tastes like an intoxicating fruit drink–quite yummy.

    A cosmopolitan martini is my new martini of choice though, owing to the fact that those cherry ones are quite potent and won’t due for the occasion when 3 martinis are required.

    Good, Silas, if they are too gay, then at least that makes me a little gay. I’m relieved I’m not a complete failure at being gay after all. But my husband is probably more gay for eating the cherry. (Don’t you think?)

    B, I love you. You have the best taste in drinks. Alas, I can’t drink cream and thinks like that. Have one for me. (You can use it to wash down your Lipitor!)

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    Speaking of the culinary (sorta), why does health food often taste like something I should use to mulch my yard?

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    What does one do with raw chocolate/natural caocao, for example. I bought that; it looked like something yummy to cook with or dip ice cream (really, non-fat frozen yogurt) in. I think I’ll use it for decoration in my houseplants. Probably will smell good too.

  • zingzing

    “Those martinis are like drinking lighter fluid. Sure you could acquire a taste, but who wants to? A cherry martini tastes like an intoxicating fruit drink–quite yummy.”

    take your uterus out of your mouth!

    haha.

    i so enjoy that word.

    i’m not much for mixed drinks, prefer good american whiskeys, especially ryes, but if i have to have a girlie drink, i’ll have a negroni. i like mine drier than most, it seems, because i only use a tiny bit of sweet vermouth and prefer just the rind of the orange rather than the whole thing. gimme bitter!

    i also enjoy ordering negronis. if the bar tender doesn’t know what one is, things can get a bit tricky. and hilarious.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    It’s all about who you’re with. I love Jim Beam with Coke – more so than Cuba Libre – especially when I’m alone. With a female companion, anything goes.

    But I do love good warm Sake.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    Cindy,

    Just posted a new piece. Why don’t you be the first to comment? I think you’ll find it interesting, more in line with your kind of thinking.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Fortunately, I don’t drink enough during the course of a year to get someone tipsy at one sitting. Even though my dad was an alcoholic, my resistance to booze is more one of taste and cost. I just never acquired much of a taste for alcohol.

    That Kahlua on the rocks I had was from an open bar at a wedding reception. So not only am I not much of a drinker, I’m a cheap not much of a drinker.

  • http://drdreadful.blogspot.com Dr Dreadful

    I had a caipirinha earlier.

    It is the drink they drink in heaven (aka Rio) as they look down on the meteors.

    Ahhh!! :-)

  • http://biggesttent.blogspot.com/ Silas Kain

    Whoa, Cindy. Your husband eats the cherry from your fruit drink? According to the Far Left, your husband would be excluded from the GOP version of the Health Plan. On the Far Right, they’d welcome him with open, loving arms at Promise Keepers or any airport men’s room.

    Personally, I’m not much of a drinker. I’m willing to wait until something gets legalized and taxed. I’ll be the first in line at the store.

  • http://blogs.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/sundaysurfer/index.php STM

    What’s wrong with you guys … mixing up rum with all manner of fancy European stuff to make fancy-sounding metrosexual cocktails.

    Geez, harden the f… up America, and get back to your roots.

    Down here, in the great southern land, it’s Bundaberg Rum (and Coke), golden Aussie nectar made from sunny Queensland cane sugar.

    Mmmm … Bundy Rum. Strange things happen when you drink too much of the stuff, though.

    Yes, even meteor showers possibly.

    B’tone, I’ll leave out the gory details of the 1970s camping/fishing/surfing trip because it involved clobbering and jumping a bloke with a gun who thought the best fun he could come up for a bit of fun on the long weekend was to make the rest of us dance.

    And my, how we danced. Hours of laughs that.

    However, he took his eye off the ball once too often. After we got him, hid the gun, and tied him to a tree for the night, we eventually put ding (surfboard) tape over his mouth to shut him up.

    And because we were waaaaay out in the bush, after everything had quietened down, and the rest of the rum drunk, the rest of the you-know-what smoked and our mate on the tree had fallen asleep, we DID see meteor showers.

    I think they were. I hope they were. I also hope the lurking dark shadows with glowing eyes rustling about in the bush nearby REALLY were kangaroos, too, just coming to check us out.

    We wanted to check with our mate who spent the night under the tree, but he’s never been the same since.

    Perhaps it was the drop bears that got to him.

  • http://blogs.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/sundaysurfer/index.php STM

    Don’t you guys have something called Jim Beam over there???

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Stan,

    Ah, sounds like a typical week-end outing. Guys will be guys.

    Drop bears, indeed!

    B

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    Ah, sounds like a typical week-end outing. Guys will be guys.

    This strikes me as a good metaphor. And the reason men (generally, unless they’ve been deculturated) shouldn’t be in charge of anything. The same impulse that led Stan’s friend to make everyone dance, whilst intoxicated is linked (in an odd way), though I’m sure Stan’s friend was being humorous, to GWB making everyone dance over in Iraq. It all comes from the same impulse. It’s what’s different about women.*

    i’m not much for mixed drinks, prefer good american whiskeys

    whiskey is the only alcohol that actually has a good taste, to me, with plenty of ice. not good enough to make a habit out of it, but on the odd occasion, it’s nice

    *Disclaimer: This is a generalization and subject to variations, degrees and exceptions.

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    I wonder who would win in a fight between a drop bear and a Jersey devil?

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Nick, my son in Germany has acquired a taste for whiskey. There is a bar in Halle designated as a “whiskey” bar. They have an entire wall of nothing but whiskeys – perhaps a couple hundred or more. Who knew? He has sampled maybe 40 or 50 of them. He wanted to sample them all, but has since left Halle. He gets back there every so often and, if the opportunity presents itself – which, I am told, it often does, he slips in and tries a couple or three more.

    There is a place in Evanston, IL which also has a large selection of whiskeys. Nick ordered up a couple of shots of some labels he had found likable in Halle for his brother and I to try. I actually think I prefer Syrup of Ipecac or cod liver oil. I honestly don’t understand how someone acquires a taste for such stuff. Chris, Nick’s brother nursed his shot just long enough for Nick to become impatient and finish it off for him.

  • zingzing

    there’s a place just down the street here in brooklyn called fette sau that serves nothing but american whiskeys and bbq. it’s heaven.

    “I honestly don’t understand how someone acquires a taste for such stuff.”

    it’s like wine. once you get into it, there are endless varieties. it also gets you completely ripped up in a uniquely warm way, with a fairly easy-going hangover the next day.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Well, I’m not much of a winer either. Unfortunately, I like pie. Pie r us.

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    there’s a place just down the street here in brooklyn called fette sau

    Why am I not surprised that you can be found at a place called “fat sow”?

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    Baritone,

    One of the thngs I don’t like about this country is that you can’t get good pie here. Israelis are just not pie eaters. Or maybe the pie is just so expensive that I cannot afford 50 shekels ($13) for whatever passes for a piece of pie here….

  • zingzing

    “Why am I not surprised that you can be found at a place called “fat sow”?”

    that’s nice, ruvy. you’re the one with a picture up here, so i wouldn’t go around saying junk like that. i mean, shit, go look in a mirror and ask yourself if you have any right to say that kind of thing. (you’re really too old to go around making weight jokes at people. that’s kindergarten stuff.)

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    That’s far too many shekels for even a great piece of pie. Pie is a way of life in the midwest and south so it’s been pushed to somewhat of an art form. Of course, it’s evil – directly connected to America’s midriff spread and pear shaped populace.

    Just last night I had myself a slice of chocolate/peanut butter pie at the Grand Traverse Pie Company, a veritable opium den of piedom. They not only sell pie, but all kinds of pastries – Cinnabon like stuff plus various kinds of quiche and – AND – a really great lobster bisque. Can you imagine?
    The building is actually constructed of hardened cholesterol plaque taken from the arteries of former – now deceased – customers.

    Seems to me Ruvy, you should put together a few killer recipes and open a pie shop. If you bake it, they will come!

    My son, Nick discovered that in Germany you can’t find a decent cookie. He has become quite adept at making Toll House cookies which the natives clamor for. People come from miles around just following their noses. :)

    B

  • http://drdreadful.blogspot.com Dr Dreadful

    Don’t you guys have something called Jim Beam over there???

    The ‘hard liquor’ of choice in my area at the moment seems to be Crown Royal, a Canadian concoction which claims to be whiskey, tastes like popcorn ceiling shavings dissolved in make-up remover, and has the kick of a quadriplegic mule.

  • zingzing

    ugh. both jim beam and crown royal are disturbing. i hope you’re taking shots if you drink that swill. if you’re drinking to get drunk i can understand it. if you just want cheap, you should look for rittenhouse rye. it’s about $20 for a big ol bottle here in nyc, and probably cheaper elsewhere, and (watered down a smidgen,) tastes real nice with a good solid burn to let you know you’re alive.

  • http://drdreadful.blogspot.com Dr Dreadful

    Ever tried a Duck Fart, zing?

    Bailey’s, kahlua and rye whiskey, layered in a shot glass.

    Quite tasty, although I prefer to sip mine rather than chug it down as a shot. Annoys the hell out of people.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    Canadian Club used to be a decent Canadian whiskey until it was bought up by Seagram.

    Yes, you drink Jim Beam for quick effect. Interestingly, though, the more potent a drink, like a good gin Martini, the more you can handle it.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    Long Island Ice Tea is one of the most deceptive concoctions. After three or four of those, you’ve had it, though don’t know it yet.

  • zingzing

    dd: “Ever tried a Duck Fart, zing?”

    god yes. one of my aunts is crazy about that stuff. i was driving from seattle to ny one summer and the first place i stopped for the night was her house in bumfuck, montana. totally isolated. she got the ex and i completely slobbering drunk on those things and i’ll never touch one again.

    roger: “Canadian Club used to be a decent Canadian whiskey until it was bought up by Seagram.”

    no sentence should ever include the words “canadian,” “whiskey” and “decent.” unless perhaps it’s “this canadian drank FINE AMERICAN whiskey and it almost made him into a decent human being.” or something.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    Well, I was being a populist, zing. As to whiskey, my favorite is Bushmills.

  • http://drdreadful.blogspot.com Dr Dreadful

    As to whiskey, my favorite is Bushmills.

    Ah yes – Bushmills, Jameson… Irish whiskey is the superior strain of that particular beverage. Slainte.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    There are some Scotches, Dreadful, single blend, comparable in smoothness. Glen Moray, for example, over twenty years old – not smokey at all. For a blended scotch, it’s Haig & Haig (aka as the Pinch) – way better than Chivas.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    This must by why the Politics section of BC is generally so much more entertaining than the others. Everybody who writes and comments there are generally half in the bag when they start plonking away on the keys. :)

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    Well, just some of us, B-man.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    I kinda preferred it when we were talking about pie. :)

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    You’re Scottish, judging by your photo. Remind me of a favorite bartender from Stars in San Francisco, Seamus; Jeremiah Tower’s old joint – a first class restaurant and bar in the roaring ’80s/

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Roger,

    To be honest, I’m not sure what I am other than rather old and over weight.

    My paternal grandfather was adopted by Shannons living in the bustling metropolis of Clarks Hill, IN back in the late 1870s. His mother’s name was Eusler which is either German or possibly Swiss. My mother’s maiden name was Cox and her mother’s was Watson, both heavy on the English.

    I have no idea of the origins or even the maiden name of my paternal grandmother. Sadly, all of these people are long dead.

    My mother insisted that somewhere among her ancestry was a Comanche – a chief no less.

    If you saw a picture of my (also now deceased) oldest brother, you’d figure that there must be some Jewish blood in us as well. All I can figure is that I am a mongrel. But that’s okay. They say mutts tend to live longer than pure breds anyhow.:)

    B

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    “Why am I not surprised that you can be found at a place called “fat sow”?”

    That wasn’t a “weight” joke, zing….

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    Seems to me Ruvy, you should put together a few killer recipes and open a pie shop. If you bake it, they will come!

    Hmmm…..

  • zingzing

    “That wasn’t a “weight” joke, zing….”

    you’re a fat pig.

  • zingzing

    alright. if the interest of civil discourse, delete #68.

    if “That wasn’t a “weight” joke,” then what the fuck was it, ruvy?

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    Ruvy: “That wasn’t a “weight” joke, zing….”

    Zing: you’re a fat pig.

    And now you are the one behaving like a brat in kindergarten who needs his butt slapped but good. Behaving with all the maturity of a brat in kindergarten, I might add….

    You’re an embarrassment to the high brow “cultural” types who show up at this section.

    [cough…gag….]

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    if “That wasn’t a “weight” joke,” then what the fuck was it, ruvy?

    I’ll let you contemplate that and figure it out on your own, zing.

  • zingzing

    ruvy: “And now you are the one behaving like a brat in kindergarten who needs his butt slapped but good. Behaving with all the maturity of a brat in kindergarten, I might add….”

    only after you, and i let it go before you came back around.

    “I’ll let you contemplate that and figure it out on your own, zing.”

    thanks. coward.

    “You’re an embarrassment to the high brow “cultural” types who show up at this section.”

    i have no idea what that means.

    are you happy?

  • zingzing

    “You’re an embarrassment to the high brow “cultural” types who show up at this section.”

    ahh, we’re in the “culture” section. right, i see. ok. well, i’m glad you decided to hate on them too. indiscriminate hater, you are.

    either way, you’re as bad as i am, and we should just quit this shit. you’re scum, so am i, and that’s the way it is.

    you’re the one for me, fatty.

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    Highbrow cultural ‘types’? Oh, you mean posers.

    I never met a kindergartner who should be slapped. The ones who cause trouble usually have parents that need to be slapped.

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    I could have lots of fun with your comments, Cindy. Nasty fun. But it wouldn’t go after my target, the denizen of the “Fette Sau”.

    Till he came along with his nasty remarks, I was having a good time here, Cindy.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    A real fat sow, or should it be fatso?

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Crap. I just wrote about some shooting stars, and now we’re arguing about fat pigs and snotty kindergartners and their snottier parents.

    I guess that’s what happens when you mix alcohol and astronomy. God, this is a great country!

    B

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    I had more fun talking about alien spaceships, pies and shooting stars, Baritone.

    Notice where I put my emphases, Baritone. The sexy girl isn’t even worth the mention….

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    lol B. I really enjoyed your article, btw. I forgot to say that (ooops!).

    Roger that pig is cute! I never saw such a fat pig. His tummy practically drags on the ground.

    I have come to appreciate chubbiness in a new way lately. There are far worse diagnoses than ‘chubby’.

  • zingzing

    ruvy: “Till he came along with his nasty remarks, I was having a good time here, Cindy.”

    i was here before you were and you’re the one that insulted me. what the fuck, ruvy… you’re completely out of your mind, you know that?

  • zingzing

    oh, you mean a couple of days ago. with the “nasty” comment about right wingers wanting to be whisked away from obamamerica, etc, etc. i see. sure. you have thicker skin than that, so don’t even try and act all offended by that little thing.

  • http://takeitorleaveit.typepad.com/ roger nowosielski

    I got you, Cindy. You’re so right.

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    oh, you mean a couple of days ago. with the “nasty” comment about right wingers wanting to be whisked away from obamamerica, etc, etc. i see. sure. you have thicker skin than that, so don’t even try and act all offended by that little thing.

    There is a big difference between being offended and having a good time ruined by someone else’s stupid comments, zing. It’s not a distinction you will pick up hanging out the the Fette Sau, I’ll tell you that much. What you will get there is liquor, soused – and a piggish mentality.

    The distinctions I’m talking about are not learned in bars, they are learned by reading (while sober) – Shakespeare, for example. Therefore, understanding should be well within your grasp, zing….

  • zingzing

    “There is a big difference between being offended and having a good time ruined by someone else’s stupid comments, zing.”

    yeah, there is. but come on. aliens whisking you away? how could anyone stay away from that, given the birther controversy? it’s too much to ask of anyone. besides, it was more snide than nasty, by any stretch of the imagination. and it was hilarious.

    “It’s not a distinction you will pick up hanging out the the Fette Sau, I’ll tell you that much. What you will get there is liquor, soused – and a piggish mentality.”

    you don’t go there to get totally drunk. you go there to eat good food and have a nice whiskey and some conversation. just because a place serves alcohol doesn’t make it into some sort of frat house. that’s like saying that if you drink wine with dinner, you’re just going to get drunk. not the case. anyway, you have never been to fette sau, so i doubt your opinion of the place is the most educated.

    “The distinctions I’m talking about are not learned in bars”

    it’s a restaurant with a whiskey list instead of a wine list. there’s a distinction for you.

  • http://www.maskedmoviesnobs.com El Bicho

    I waited for a little over 40 minutes after 1 am pacific time. I got only one, wanted more, but was glad to have at least caught something.

    now back to your regularly scheduled foolishness

  • http://ruvysroost.blogspot.com Ruvy

    I waited for a little over 40 minutes after 1 am pacific time. I got only one, wanted more, but was glad to have at least caught something.

    EB,

    You are talking about fish, not bottles of liquor or fat sows, right? Considering the er, tenor, of a lot of the other comments, I thought I’d be sure.

    [Ruvy climbs into his chariot of fire and flies off before the natives start tossing rocks…]

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    Cindy,

    “There are far worse diagnoses than ‘chubby’.”

    Yeah, ‘morbidly obese’ beats the hell out of ‘chubby.’ :)

    Oh, and thanks.

    B

  • zingzing

    there was an article on the new york times recently that talks about the phenomenon of brooklyn hipsters with bellies. bellies, but not quite beer guts, as well as porno mustaches, are apparently popular here. quite strange. i have no idea why this is. makes no sense.

  • http://www.indyboomer46.blogspot.com Baritone

    zing,

    My son recently moved into Park Slope. He loves where he’s at. He says there is a fabulous Italian Restaurant directly across the street. His old apartment was adjacent to a police precinct – the one they use for Law and Order exterior shots. There were sirens all day and all night.

    Currently, he works in Manhattan, but may take a job at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. He says he could walk to work at the Gardens.

    B

  • http://thingsalongtheway.blogspot.com/ Cindy

    “you don’t go there to get totally drunk” and “it’s a restaurant with a whiskey list instead of a wine list”

    i looked it up. judging by the pictures, it’s designed to move people in and out. the bar stools have no backs! drunk people are likely to easily fall over and get hurt. and it seems a bit brightly lit to imagine as a drinking place. in fact i bet kids (if they like the food) would think of it as fun to sit at those picnic tables.