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Wednesday, February 8, 2017


Sidewalk of house.
Okay, I'm pissed.
I was doing some errands this afternoon -- it was a gorgeously sunny day, warm for the season. Tomorrow we are expecting a blizzard and getting stuff finished today was a priority.
That said, I was walking towards the bank -- at a normal clip, it was not one of my "healthy" walks in which I wear the appropriate footwear and go at a faster rate.
Needless to say I happened on this clunk of sidewalk -- broken slate that has been that way now for several months.
The rest of the sidewalks in town are pretty much standard cement -- thanks to the cold there are cracks and heaves in them and those of us who like to walk face quite a challenge.
My foot apparently fit beautifully into the crack -- sent me over to the side and fortunately since I was in the moment I managed to catch myself and didn't hit my head.
My knee, however is another story. It took the brunt of the fall and I ended up with a scrape -- and a dull ache among other things.
Broken slate sidewalk.
A nearby merchant saw what happened and suggested I go to her store and call the police.
My instincts in these circumstances are not that mercenary -- but my leg was hurting and the mess on the sidewalk really got to me. The merchant called the Town Hall, where I went a few steps away.
There I spoke with the Town Administrator who asked if I wanted to fill out a police report, which I decided to do. Shortly, an officer arrived and we went back to the scene of the spill and I spilled the information. It's now public record.
That said, I'm making it even more public -- here. And sharing the living daylights out of this. There is simply no reason why the broken bits of slate and all over the sidewalk -- for others to potentially fall, perhaps worse.
Take a look at the photos. At very least those broken pieces should be picked up and taken out of there.
Amen, and pass the small town issues.

Saturday, February 4, 2017


Okay, so I just shot myself in the foot.
I don't understand football or the national passion for the game.
But on the eve of the Super Bowl (you know the BIG ONE), I'm gonna say "Go Pats!" and really act as if I'm thrilled about Tom Brady and the rest of them.
Millions of people will be glued to their TV sets on Sunday watching the event, in hopes that whatever team they support will get the grand prize.
In New England, Patriots fans will be atwitter because it will be some kind of epic record if they won.
What I see is a bunch of huge men wearing techno-plastic running around after a faux-pigskin, leaping on it, tossing it, hugging it, throwing it.
The players go this way, they go that way, they go back where they came.
Sometimes they leap in the air.
And in the middle of the field somewhere is a guy with a lollipop. Not sure what that is.
So here it is again -- I don't get football. Sue me, I like hockey and basketball -- those games make sense.
That said, Go Pats! Go Pats! Go Pats!
And if you get the big honor, go Tom Brady. (Though I would rather meet Robert Gordon Orr any day.)
Amen, and pass the popcorn.