Me not so horny

24 02 2010

You are looking at the new bane of my existence. Actually, what you are looking at is an inanimate object I took with a crappy cell phone camera only because I didn’t have a chainsaw with me.
This is the fire horn that blows every time the Broadalbin-Kenyetto Volunteer Fire Department is called out to an emergency call. It’s located 500 feet from my bedroom window.
Last night, and into early this morning, considering the amount of “weather” this area received, this horn went off several times. In the overnight hours.
All to let us know that our tried and true fire department was answering the call.
Look, I have the utmost respect for firefighters. In fact, I have the highest respect for firefighters.
But let’s look at times, because they have a-changed a lot over the past 20 years or so.
Firefighters are supposed to have cell phones and pagers. I’m guessing that most, if not all, of them have scanners. I don’t think a blaring horn hitting what I’m guessing is a “G” above the high “C” is necessary to get the people you need on the job.
To top it off, the fire department’s headquarters is in a location where you could barely hear the alarm from the firehouse. So why is this sucker going off every time a call comes in?
There are several homes located directly in this horn’s blast path. I know for a fact some of these homes have young children who need a good night’s sleep.
I also know these homes have working adults who need a good night’s sleep in order to take care of these children and get to their jobs.
I’ve got news for the people responsible for this antiquated monstrosity. When that horn blares at 3 a.m., those who are shaken out of a dead sleep aren’t standing up and saluting our fire department with respect.
Instead, we’re still laying in our beds giving you the one-finger salute instead.

Shut the sucker down. It’s out-of-date, and it’s unnecessary.


Giving the face a rest

14 01 2010

I love social networking sites. I also hate them at the same time.
That’s why, for at least a little while, I’m taking a self-imposed break from Facebook and the like (not Twitter since I do not, nor will I ever, become a Twit).
Sites like Facebook are great because they are a great way to reconnect with people you would otherwise not meet up with in real life.
Unfortunately, it also allows you to use it as a sounding board, and every once in awhile, I wind up using Facebook as my therapy couch, sometimes posting without thinking and coming off sounding like a total fruitcake.
Of course, Facebook or not, that last sentiment is probably debatable anyway.
So therefore, it’s time to take a break. There are plenty of other things to do … like concentrate on this blog and my “professional” site, The Venner Vox, which you should totally check out (I never pass up on a chance to plug that site).

Where to go, and what to do …

9 01 2010

I have to admit, I’m at a bit of a loss when it comes to this blog, and I’m not sure what I should do at this point.
Since I started the Venner Vox, my “official” blog at the Recorder, this site has really fallen by the wayside, to the point where I can barely update it once or twice a week.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m really stoked about how the Venner Vox is taking off since it launched after Thanksgiving (it’s getting around 1,000 hits a day now), and depsite what some may think, it’s been a pretty good place for online local conversation.
Of course, it’s meant sacrificing Krab-cakes and Football, because I know this version of the blog isn’t even remotely close to what it was when I took the original site down.
I don’t plan on taking this site down, because I do like having an avenue to write about stuff not really connected with my job. I just don’t know what direction to take.
Any ideas or suggestions would be helpful.

Now that’s good comedy

29 12 2009

Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade, but at least I grew up in a household where I was exposed to real entertainment.
I’m absolutely stoked that AMC is running an all-day Three Stooges marathon on Thursday. I’ll be working that night, but at least I’ll have most of the day to get my fill of Moses, Samuel and Jerome Horowitz and Andrew Louis Feinberg, aka Moe, Shemp, Curly, and Larry.
I really wish they’d still make comedy like this, although topping the Stooges would be a near-impossible task. Various comedy groups since Ted Healy’s boys first appeared on the vaudeville stage, but all of them have fallen short.
That being said, here’s my favorite Stooges episode of all time, “Disorder in the Court.” The one-liners and slapstick are classic.

The ultimate love story

26 12 2009

My favorite Christmas memory happened yesterday. That says a lot, seeing that my family (which includes my in-laws) has lots of Christmas traditions a get-togethers, and I’ve been a part of so many of them.
Still, what happened yesterday will be forever etched in my mind and heart and will forever be the defining moment of Christmas 2009 for me.
My grandmother has been in this hospital for the past two weeks. At 88, any hospital time is naturally going to be touch and go. I wouldn’t be lying if I said I’ve been freaked out and worried at the same time.
My grandfather is 90 and is suffering from dementia. On Christmas Day, I had to be introduced to him as I would to a person I just met for the first time. That’s hard, considering we’re talking about a man who taught me how to fish, how to play horseshoes, came and got me when I was homesick after my first few weeks of college and always hooked me up with extra custard after dinner.
This year, my grandparents celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary. And they still hold hands.
For the past two weeks, my grandparents have been separated, which is the longest stretch they’ve ever been apart since they got married.
On Christmas Day, we picked my grandfather up from the nursing home he lives in and brought him to the hospital where my grandmother is staying.
The two of them locked eyes, and my grandfather reached his hand out to his Rosie. And she looked at him and said, “After 65 years, we finally found each other.”
For a moment, my grandfather was in the present. All of a sudden, to the best of his ability, he recognized us and knew we were his family. He knew we loved him. And better yet, he remembered how much he loved us.
But even more so, he knew how much he loved his Rose, and we could tell how much Rose loved her Charlie.
We sat and visited and talked about all the different things that have happened in all of our lives. My mom got ice cream for everyone, my sister grabbed coffee for those of us who wanted some, and my father helped the hospital staff clean up the cafeteria after lunch.
It was almost normal, about as close to the memories I have about sitting in my grandparents’ house having a traditional Christmas dinner, with my grandpa forking over a couple extra helpings of custard on my plate.
When it was time to leave, I saw my grandfather look into my grandmother’s eyes and say goodbye, for now. Then I saw him retreat into the world his dementia has created for him.
However, no matter what the future brings, nothing will ever take that day away from me, or my grandparents. It was that day that things seemed somewhat normal, even if it was for a few hours.
It was a day I saw two people who have been married for 65 years fall in love all over again.

Two people who still hold hands.

Off for the holidays

23 12 2009

Krab-cakes and Football is taking a break for the Christmas holiday but will be back afterward with a renewed purpose of blowing your mind. Or nose.

Merry Christmas from me to you. Enjoy yourselves, and this very underappreciated Christmas tune:

Getting a kick in the nuts

21 12 2009

One of the best things I’ve experienced since joining Facebook awhile ago is the chance to re-connect with people I haven’t seen or talked to in years. In many instances, I’ve gotten in touch with people I am truly glad to have crossed paths with over the course of my life.
For some people, I wish our paths would have crossed again in this life before it was too late.
I recently became aware that a good friend I had made as a freshman in college, W. Ross Clark, had fallen seriously ill. Today, I learned he died.
I’m not going to pretend that Ross and I were great friends to this day. In fact, I haven’t seen or spoken to him in years.
Still, the news hit me like a punch to the marbles.
My freshman year at Houghton College was a rough one. In fact, so rough that I left after that first year. But that year was made a little easier by a small group of people I had befriended while there, some I’ve since reconnected with as of late.
Ross was one of those people. He certainly had an unique way about him, but there was no denying that Ross was someone special. He was a great talent, a great personality, and a good friend for the time I knew him.
In fact, Ross is one of those people for whom I’m grateful that he and I shared the same road of life, even if it was for a short period of time.
A blog has been set up in Ross’ honor, which you can read by clicking HERE.
But even more importantly, check out the music he’s left behind by clicking HERE. I’m sure this is what he would want to be remembered for.
Rest in peace, my friend. Count me among those who are glad they had a chance to travel through life with you for a bit, even if it was for a short time.