Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I can't think of one.

I really don't have a clue what I am writing about. I'm hoping it will come spilling out as I type. Is this really typing? I mean there's a keyboard... wait a minute. I'm not going to go off on that stupid tangent.

A couple of nights ago I heard the ice cream truck coming down the street. The weather is still pretty nice and someone might still want an ice cream but my first reaction when I heard that annoyingly creepy version of "Turkey in the Straw" or in the hay or where ever the turkey chills was ,"Oh go away! It's over!"
I know the person driving the truck is just trying to make a buck, but after three months of this truck slowly creeping, with the creepy music, up the street, between 6 and 6:30, every night for over 90 days plus, it's time for him to go away.

I do remember when I was a kid and I heard the canned music coming up the street, my mind went vacant as all thoughts were swept aside but one. Ice cream! Reacting like a trained animal, triggered by the music, I and I would guess most of the kids in the neighborhood, would rush to a parent begging for money because the ice cream man was coming! There were a lot of kids in my neighborhood. There aren't too many in my present neighborhood. All those kids are now aging baby boomers, closing in towards, hopefully, retirement. I do find myself thinking and saying things my parents used to say. The other night I was watching the news on my least favorite station. Why? I don't know. This is the station with all the flashy graphics and everything is "Breaking News"! There was one story they covered to death. Tom Brady, the quarterback for the New England Patriots, was involved in an early morning traffic accident in Boston.
There were endless shots of his car being put on the flatbed truck, shots of the other vehicle and shots of glass in the street. In between they interviewed people on the street. Some were witnesses, others were just asked of what they thought about the accident. The Patriots issued a statement that said Brady was fine and there would be no further comments at this time. The station had reporters all over the place and down at the stadium. They all told you the same thing, but from a different location! Now that's definitive journalism! There were 4 T.V. helicopters hovering over the stadium. What kind of information were they trying to gain by hovering over the stadium for a few hours? All the while repeating the same three shots. As I watched one guy being interviewed I said to myself, "Ahh, you just want to be on television." Then I realised my father used to say the same thing! Funny about that.

To finish up there was this woman who came to the counter. She told the guy she wanted to buy her kids some baloney. She bought it for them last year and they loved it! Imagine that! Baloney as a treat! She continued asking the guy questions as to the various qualities of each baloney. Who knew buying baloney could be so complicated? Fortunately I wasn't dealing with her. I was doing something else until I heard, "Hey Paul maybe you can help this lady with her question?"

 The question? Here we go.  "Which baloney is the most interesting?"
Lets see. The Wunderbar German Baloney is endlessly fascinating with it's thorough knowledge of English literature and the Renaissance. Slap a couple of slices on a plate, pour yourself a glass of wine and prepare yourself to be riveted. Instead I said, "The Deuthmacher German baloney is my favorite!"
Only in Cambridge.

Well I know I haven't been around for a bit. I took a break from the computer.  I have to deal with a computer at work and and sometimes it's too much. So I took a few days off. An also because I have a new toy.
It's not new but new to me. There's a bit of damage to wood surface on the headstock (where the tuning pegs are) where somebody for some reason scraped the model name decal off. Why? Anybody who knows something about electric guitars knows what it is. Apart from that it's like new. Most importantly it plays well. 
I'm typed out .
I'll be visiting around.
I'm outta here.    


  1. Deuthmacher German baloney is similar to the Italian mortadella. German bologna simply put is garlic bologna which happens to be my fav in stick form. It's hard to find here jist like Semmel rolls. Oh well. Beautiful guitar! I bet you play it well. Ice cream trucks were great but now older and too many movies, they are creepy. Talk like our parents? Well when I was ah kid....

  2. I have morphed into my mother as I have grown older, saying and doing things I remember her doing.
    I like baloney but it sure doesn't like me.
    Great looking guitar you have there Paul. Record a tune for us sometime.

  3. Your title I almost used and then saw it on the update. It cool here and hasnt really rain but the grass is wet. Go figure. Were having some strange weather for Sept.
    Love the guitar also Paul. A new one in your collection ?

  4. I love bologna but it is soooo full of bad things that much as I love it, I won't buy it. Maybe once in a decade as I did those bad for you hot dogs I wrote about last year. Oh what a guilty pleasure.

    Good to see you, I was about to send out the hounds.

  5. Your mention of "Bologna" (which down here in the South we pronounce as "Baloney")kicked in a craving for a sandwich. My favorite way is on white bread and a slathering of Miracle Whip.
    There are several restaurants in our area that serve fried bologna sandwiches for breakfast.
    Also, our area has a fleet of old "ice cream vans" that run around playing " It's a Smal World". So far, I have resisted the temptation to stop one of them.
    Thanks for stopping by and leaving the positive comment on my "Farm Video". I'll add a few more for y'all to see.

  6. Blessings, for someone who didn't know what to write you sure did write a lot...haha..

    Treats are subjective and if baloney works, why not?

    Have a fantastic weekend. Stop by sometime, its been a while.

  7. I love fried bologna sandwiches! I love bologna sandwiches with gobs of miracle whip!
    I love stick bologna!
    It has ah last name spelled B-O-L-O-G-N-A
    I think there's ah song like "Bologna in the morning bologna in the evening bologna at supper time...."