aubwriter (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} aubwriter) wrote,@ 2007-02-10 16:23:00 |
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the finger and other musings
THE FINGER -- So, while waiting to have dinner at Old Town Pizza last weekend, my oldest found a lump of rock in the gold pan of Claude Chana's statue. She soon realized it wasn't just any rock, but a piece of the statue that had broken off. Once determining the specific part of the statue from which the piece came, I tucked it away and we headed off to the pizzeria. The following Monday morning, Rachel and I went in to the city manager's office to give him ... "the finger." Unfortunately, he wasn't in, and the joke was completely lost on his assistant. "Just tell him I stopped by to give him the finger," I kept saying. "That's the message and then give him this," I said as I handed her the rock. She wasn't impressed. Oh well. After more explanations, I think she finally got it. Yes, it was the finger of Claude Chana and yes I was returning it and no I'm not the one who broke it off and yes, tell Bob that "I was here to give him the finger." By that point, the joke had lost its punch. ...
FLOCK YOU! -- Pink Flamingos can be spotted in the lawns of various businesses around town (there are about 40 or 50 in all, in flocks of 10) as part of a "flamingo flocking fundraiser" for the hospital's new infusion therapy center. Our newspaper was one victim. BUT, as a victim, I was able to choose the next sorry sap to be flocked. I sure hope our new Auburn Chamber president enjoys the present. ...
DEAD HEAD -- I mentioned last week in my column that I had spoken with Kimbuck Williams from the California Club about a comedy night the bar was hosting. After a few comments and e-mails from Old Timers in town that I couldn't possibly have spoken to Kimbuck because he'd kicked the (kim)BUCKET about five years earlier, I was forced to remind said critics that "there was another." Yes, two Kimbucks, one senior (and six feet under) and the other much younger and very much alive (and related, of course, to his namesake). In my opinion, the reaction I received reinforced my opinion that the town's Old Timers aren't paying attention to the up-and-comers (you know, the 30 and 40-somethings) who are in the process of inheriting the torch said Old Timers are still desperately trying to clutch.
THE FINGER -- So, while waiting to have dinner at Old Town Pizza last weekend, my oldest found a lump of rock in the gold pan of Claude Chana's statue. She soon realized it wasn't just any rock, but a piece of the statue that had broken off. Once determining the specific part of the statue from which the piece came, I tucked it away and we headed off to the pizzeria. The following Monday morning, Rachel and I went in to the city manager's office to give him ... "the finger." Unfortunately, he wasn't in, and the joke was completely lost on his assistant. "Just tell him I stopped by to give him the finger," I kept saying. "That's the message and then give him this," I said as I handed her the rock. She wasn't impressed. Oh well. After more explanations, I think she finally got it. Yes, it was the finger of Claude Chana and yes I was returning it and no I'm not the one who broke it off and yes, tell Bob that "I was here to give him the finger." By that point, the joke had lost its punch. ...
FLOCK YOU! -- Pink Flamingos can be spotted in the lawns of various businesses around town (there are about 40 or 50 in all, in flocks of 10) as part of a "flamingo flocking fundraiser" for the hospital's new infusion therapy center. Our newspaper was one victim. BUT, as a victim, I was able to choose the next sorry sap to be flocked. I sure hope our new Auburn Chamber president enjoys the present. ...
DEAD HEAD -- I mentioned last week in my column that I had spoken with Kimbuck Williams from the California Club about a comedy night the bar was hosting. After a few comments and e-mails from Old Timers in town that I couldn't possibly have spoken to Kimbuck because he'd kicked the (kim)BUCKET about five years earlier, I was forced to remind said critics that "there was another." Yes, two Kimbucks, one senior (and six feet under) and the other much younger and very much alive (and related, of course, to his namesake). In my opinion, the reaction I received reinforced my opinion that the town's Old Timers aren't paying attention to the up-and-comers (you know, the 30 and 40-somethings) who are in the process of inheriting the torch said Old Timers are still desperately trying to clutch.
