Several years ago I wrote the best 100
words I ever hope to write, about the enormous galvanized watering
can of Utica, New York. Since then I have given that city very little
thought. So let's revisit the Jewel of the Mohawk. Utica is named
for, and essentially replaces, a city of the same name in Tunisia
which no longer exists. In addition to the World's Largest Watering
Can, Utica is also the birthplace of the Union Suit, the red
butt-flap long johns worn to such great comic effect by bearded
sidekicks in many Cowboy movies. Hats off to Utica!
Monday, February 24, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Next week: The decimal hour.
Days, months, and years reflect immutable natural periodicities over which humans have no control.
Weeks, on the other hand, are cultural artifacts and subject to
change. So here's my idea: Eliminate Wednesdays. The resulting 6 day
week would have many advantages. Obviously, you'd get a 4-day
workweek, plus reduced unemployment to make up for those lost hours,
plus every month could have exactly 5 weeks for a uniform 30 days.
That's 360 days. Then the day after Mardi Gras, 5 Ash Wednesdays in a
row The extra day every 4 years could be named Dave. Because I
thought of it.
Monday, February 10, 2014
What God would do, if He had the budget
Because I like to think I write for the
Ages (6 to 10), I usually avoid topical references in these little
essays. But Holy Crap, did you see the Olympics opening show? If you
missed it, I'll just mention that at one point, approximately 20,000
Young Pioneers danced the entire plot of War and Peace en pointe
simply as an entre'acte between a couple of really big setpieces. You
can only get that kind of precision from a mass of performers when
they all know that a missed cue means your whole family will end up
in a labor camp.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Eben Tonight.
I'd like to believe in an afterlife.
I'd like to, but I can't. It's like, where does a story go when
they've burnt the book? Right. Memory. But it's a comfort to imagine
our departed loved ones looking down at us at Costco and wondering
what we think we're going to do with six LED flashlights. Nice to
visualize Bukowski peeing over the railing. And I'd like to think
that somewhere up there Pete Seeger, Yusef Lateef, and Phil Everly
have quickly figured out they don't know any of the same songs and
have decided to see what's on TV.
Monday, January 27, 2014
They required of us mirth.
Zion, Illinois, was founded in 1901 by a
faith healer named Dowie as a place for his followers to live. He
ran the only church in town. After he died, a guy named Voliva took
over as General Overseer. These guys taught that the Earth is flat,
which if you think about it, it might as well be. Anyway, there's a
bakery in Zion that makes delicious fig sandwich cookies,
indistinguishable from the more well-known Newtons. And I thought
maybe Newtons were so named to highlight how physics could prove the
Earth was round. But that wasn't it at all.
Monday, January 20, 2014
With glowing hearts we see thee rise.
There are only 478 people in Glendon,
Alberta. Yet this tiny village is home to the world's largest
pierogi, which for some reason they spell perogy. It was the
brainchild of the local mayor/school bus driver. It's 27 feet tall,
and next to the only restaurant in town, which serves pierogies. My
point is, this is not a big community and their achievement is
disproportionate with their population. The rest of us should feel
humbled, chastened, and yes, inspired by this accomplishment. And I
don't mean in some vague aspirational way. I mean big pierogies.
Dubai, I'm talkin' to you.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Slippage
They say you shouldn't judge a man till
you've walked a mile in his shoes but don't say how you're supposed
to get them. Certainly, I wouldn't give you mine; they are new chukka
boots which I haven't had a pair of these since the seventies. When I
look down at my feet I feel like I'm about to start 7th
grade. My sense of myself hasn't changed all that much since then,
just creakier and a little less hopeful. Also, the freckles on my
cheeks seem to have slid all the way down to the backs of my hands.
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