Daily Archives: August 26, 2011
UPDATE: Well, here’s one more. Sheesh.
ANOTHER UPDATE: Related thoughts.
New York City residents won’t heed Mayor Bloomberg’s call to evacuate. Greenwich is trying the same thing, but we’re stupid and stubborn. My Ma received one of those reverse 911 calls while I was out and she was no more inclined to move than I would have been.
Indian Harbor is closing down tomorrow, so the event has been moved to the Stamford Marriot. I really should check my email more than once every four days. On the other hand, I used my telephone to contact a friend of some 55 years, whose feelings I inadvertently hurt some years ago and we had the opportunity to agree that we’re both assholes, so that was good. Reunions aren’t bad things.
Fleeing to D.C. (With, again, a separate plane for Michelle tomorrow) Not to manage an emergency, according to his press agent, but just to get the hell out of there.
UPDATE: who the hell is running his PR? Why not have him cancel his golf game today and head back to D.C? It’s not as though he can really do anything down there that he couldn’t do from the Vineyard, but appearances count. Instead, he gets his 18 holes in and then announces that he’s bugging out. I understand that the man and his wife are tone-deaf, but don’t they have anyone helping out?
Bummer. Last year, I went out with Greenwich builder Lou van Leewuen and tied into a huge one. We were just fishing, but five minutes into the fight, I remembered the tournament and thought I might have a winner. It was then, of course, that the damn fish spit the hook. Based on my fishing in the ’80’s, when bluefish ran large, I suspect we had a real winner on the line, but so it goes.
Justice department shuts down Gibson guitar factory because it allegedly uses wood from India. American workers thrown from the workforce when even India isn’t complaining. Again I ask, is there an agenda here?
But Irene seems to be fizzling. That’s just fine by me.
UPDATE: Andy and Warren Bein and I just moved the street’s flotilla of canoes and kayaks five feet higher, closer to Andy’s house but beyond that, what are you going to do? Andy and Warren are off to pick up pizza at de Napoli, and that seems wise.
Dylan fan Obama stays put on the Vineyard as other tourists flee.They probably have jobs in emergency management while Obummer – well what is his job?
400 lb fatso gets his conviction overturned. Cops couldn’t come up with anyone his size to add to the line-up, so the ID was tainted.