Cumann Na mBan

Cumann Na mBan is an Irish woman's organization, simmalar to our Avon ladies, but with guns, not mascara.

See? they already had the guns.

This is their lapel pin:

did you know darling daughter Rose was a member and almost 100 years old?

True.

And here she is today:

Go figure.

Oberlin College

Students are filling the school newspaper with complaints and demanding meetings with campus dining officials and even the college president.

Why?

General Tso’s chicken was made with steamed chicken instead of fried

Banh mi Vietnamese sandwiches served with coleslaw instead of pickled vegetables, and on ciabatta bread, rather than the traditional French baguette.

Worse, the sushi rice was undercooked in a way that was, according to one student, “disrespectful” of her culture.


 The cafeteria there wasn’t serving enough vegan and vegetarian options and had failed to make fried chicken a permanent feature on the Sunday night menu.

The Nevada-based Universal Society of Hinduism joined the food fight last week after students discovered that the traditional Indian dish, tandoori, contained beef.

The Horror. The Horror.

Some years ago 18 year olds were storming beaches, not bitching about what kind of bread the sandwich is made of.

Tell that guy your sandwich is on the wrong kind of bread.


I remember once the copier broke at work, and some guy said "This is the worst day ever."

I said "You should go have a talk with my grandfather, his worst day ever was Anzio"

He said who is Anzio?

Something tells me some people will never get it.

Medivac

Want to drive your velocipede at murderous speeds? 

Have no idea what you are doing?

Come to Freeland and be entered in a chance to WIN A FREE HELICOPTER RIDE!

 

Some kids were driving ATV's in the woods, based on what I was told, in the 35 acres where I was to be hunting.

I really doubt I would mistake a 15 year old on an ATV for a deer or a turkey, but whatever.

Anyhow the kid ran his bike into a tree and needed to be medivac-ed  to a better place.

Tis the season

Well,
Christmas is upon us again. But no fear, if Christmas kind of sneaks up on you, and catches you off guard,  The Family Dollar on South St. will be open on Christmas.

So if you need to get that special someone a dollar's worth of AA batteries, a really nice pair of flip-flops or a set of citronella candles, I can hook you up.
It is only about five blocks from School St.

But don't sleep in, they close at 5:00

Then Mary said the signs on the left and right indicate things might cost more than a dollar, as  it clearly reads $5.
I said yes, it reads five bucks, but you get five of what ever they are selling.


So there.

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No place like home.

I was thinking about the woman at staples, who was amazed that we moved from New York to PA.

 Then I thought, while I lived in Westchester, yes, I went to NYC, but my favorite place was the Beat.

In Port Chester.

I went there every night after work, and almost every weekend night.
One good thing was that right down the block there was a greasy spoon called Texas, where you could get great burgers with chili fries for less than $5 after 3:00 A.M.



The Beat was a hole-in-the-wall, and one of the first punk/alternative clubs outside of New York city.

It had a capacity of about 75, but usually filled to 150. Many bands of the era played there, including many appearances by the Smashing Pumpkins, Helmet, The Reverend Horton Heat

and others. These bands were scheduled to play in NYC, so you never knew ho would show up.  You could, if you got there before 6:00 (or came with me) see a band that the next night would be playing in NYC for $50 a ticket for free. or show up at 8:00 and pay a $5.00 cover charge.

For the most part, if it was not on commercial radio and it did not have a synthesizer, it was welcome at The Beat.





So why did they do it?

Gin up attendance in NYC.



The weekends were mainly DJ based until the early to mid 90's

But I stopped going there just before 1990.

You know, marriage and all, 

But the weekends were DJ based.

When I went there, I knew all the staff barmaids and bouncers, and I never had to pay the cover charge, they just let me in.
And they let me stay after closing, to hang out with the employees and the bands. I did have to mop and sweep, but that was OK.  I think they liked the idea that someone else was moping while they smoked Kools with the bands.


But, for pushing a mop, I was in after hours, drinking for free with the band and staff, having a good time  and talking with this dude.

The house DJ at The Beat from 1985 until about 1992, or maybe a year later, was














 Moby.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnj8IIY7bSk&index=5&list=RDN_Qwo8sT9U0


go figure.