So. . . I just went on a rant. But I want to settle my mind and nerves a bit since it is THE WEEKEND. You know. This is what matchbooks looked like for those of you too young to know. I'm pretty certain that a large segment of my readership is under 30. This picture was sent to me by my travel/art collector friend. He says the matchbooks are from over thirty years of travel from three or four or six continents. Remembers every place and what happened in each.
And Our Friend of the Blog Lisa sent me this. Extant matches. There you go, kids. Eat your hearts out.
I was once again mistaken for Tom Nowicki yesterday. We've each lived in this town forever, and this has never happened before. I guess that at some point, all aging men begin to look the same.
Last night, I watched "Saint Jack," a film by Peter Bogdanovitch, adapted from a novel written by Paul Theroux, starring Ben Gazara. 1979. Pimp with a heart story set in Singapore. I haven't seen it since then, and I was surprised how well it held up considering it has all the cliches and naiveness of the era. But you know, sometimes in a moment of weakness, it is fun to like an old cliche remembering that all cliches began as fresh ideas. They only become cliches because they were so good people repeated them again and again.
Or so it seems.
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I was just sitting here contemplating what to say on the earlier piece that didn't sound - well naive and stupid. Not that I ever mind being or saying naive or stupid - part of life (well for me). I own it.
Bill Maher might have the right thing to say. After all he did agree with Brom-o-seltzer Joe and say "Biden's right why WOULD black people vote for Trump"
No matter how tan I get I'll never be black.
Anti-racist I hear is the new term. I'll look into it. But doubtful I'll come back with anything solid.
I will go way back - to my father's mother - my Grossmama or Gumama as we called her - she used to tell us - as kids - and often - that underneath our skin the colors are the same. Judge the person by their actions. This from a woman who lost most of her in-laws to the Nazis.
Matches are easier for me this morning. Yes. What your art/travel/friend posted - I have found a least 100 of collections just like that. :). And just like letters I would often find - I'd touch and look at every book and box.
Saturday! Yay! I can get in my car and drive around to estate sales and yard sales and antique shops and galleries. Afterwards - I can swing by Baxters Boat House in Hyannis and sit on the deck and have a beer and some chowder or oysters or a clam or scallop roll! A favorite place to go when it is sort of cloudy and gray. When visitors come - and it is lousy weather - one can easily enjoy several hours there - all my favorite mid-cape locals plus the sometimes interesting out of towners. or better head up to Provincetown and hang out at the Old Colony Tap the truest local dive bar. Oh I love that place more than most.
https://old-colony-tap.business.site/
http://www.baxterscapecod.com/
Nopey. Not today.
Or so it seems.
Yes, for a quiet and lovely cafe. selavy.
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