Pushing 10:30.
It has been a long day. Patricia had pilates after work, so I got to hang around for a while and do some work on my next true crime feature for an upcoming issue of Frank. I hope to have a draft done by the first of the week. Wish me luck.
Today was deadline day for Frank, but I got a couple of small updates today, one earlier this evening, and told my editor. He can likely incorporate those changes into my column. Here's hoping.
The weekend is nearly here. I can't wait. Unlike the previous two weekends, we plan to be in town this weekend and perhaps not even leave the house.
Think I will turn in. Long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Post 3383 - Wednesday
Pushing 11pm.
I just filed my latest-and-greatest Frank Magazine media column. Once again, there is content there you will find nowhere else. To find out what I mean, you will have to go buy the issue when it comes out next week. K?
There will not be a true crime article by me in the next issue. I have had an unsolved murder/missing persons article in the last 3 issues, and that is a pace I cannot sustain, not without something else like a bit of weekend fun going by the wayside. The last two weekends we have been to things like the garlic festival in the Valley, and then the Deep Roots Music Festival consumed several days of our lives. As it was, while Patricia watched The Book of Negroes on Netflix on Sunday night, I was transcribing some material I had recorded a couple of weeks earlier, but i have several more such files to summarize before I can start writing a draft. After I write the draft, and send it off to my editor, there may be some back and forth there. It is my fervent hope to have the next missing persons article in the issue of Frank that comes out in 3 weeks.
Sorry if you are disappointed. I will try to make it up to you.
I left work a bit early today. I wasn't feeling well. I feared I was catching Patricia's cold. She came down with it over the weekend and has been off sick all week. I got home around 3:15, put my feet up, and slept for a couple of hours. I felt better after that, certainly well enough to watch "Designated Survivor" tonight. The show had teased an interview in which Kiefer's character was interviewed by a tv anchor about why he was qualified to be President in light of the fact that the deceased President was going to fire him the next day. That scene was not in tonight's show, which is a strange tease for an episode, ennit?
I haven't watched this week's "Lethal Weapon" yet, but I think Patricia was watching it when I went downstairs to work. I will try to see it tomorrow night. Very much liked the pilot.
"Speechless", starring Minnie Driver as the mother to a disabled son who cannot speak, was a revelation to us both. It will either be the sleeper hit of the year, or be off the air in 3 weeks. I cannot tell.
Newbie is beckoning me to sleep, so I think I will.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I just filed my latest-and-greatest Frank Magazine media column. Once again, there is content there you will find nowhere else. To find out what I mean, you will have to go buy the issue when it comes out next week. K?
There will not be a true crime article by me in the next issue. I have had an unsolved murder/missing persons article in the last 3 issues, and that is a pace I cannot sustain, not without something else like a bit of weekend fun going by the wayside. The last two weekends we have been to things like the garlic festival in the Valley, and then the Deep Roots Music Festival consumed several days of our lives. As it was, while Patricia watched The Book of Negroes on Netflix on Sunday night, I was transcribing some material I had recorded a couple of weeks earlier, but i have several more such files to summarize before I can start writing a draft. After I write the draft, and send it off to my editor, there may be some back and forth there. It is my fervent hope to have the next missing persons article in the issue of Frank that comes out in 3 weeks.
Sorry if you are disappointed. I will try to make it up to you.
I left work a bit early today. I wasn't feeling well. I feared I was catching Patricia's cold. She came down with it over the weekend and has been off sick all week. I got home around 3:15, put my feet up, and slept for a couple of hours. I felt better after that, certainly well enough to watch "Designated Survivor" tonight. The show had teased an interview in which Kiefer's character was interviewed by a tv anchor about why he was qualified to be President in light of the fact that the deceased President was going to fire him the next day. That scene was not in tonight's show, which is a strange tease for an episode, ennit?
I haven't watched this week's "Lethal Weapon" yet, but I think Patricia was watching it when I went downstairs to work. I will try to see it tomorrow night. Very much liked the pilot.
"Speechless", starring Minnie Driver as the mother to a disabled son who cannot speak, was a revelation to us both. It will either be the sleeper hit of the year, or be off the air in 3 weeks. I cannot tell.
Newbie is beckoning me to sleep, so I think I will.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Post 3382 - Tuesday
Past 10pm.
I have spent the last couple of hours producing a draft of my next Frank column. I am still researching bits and pieces for the final draft that I will produce Wednesday night.
Long day today. Traffic was murder both ways. During the summer I could drive to and from work in barely 20 minutes. Tonight, it took 45 minutes to get home, and about that long to get in this morning. It will only get worse as the weather gets crappier.
I awoke with a headache this morning. I took one of my magic pills and returned to bed until 6:30, by which time it was much improved. I love those pills. Saved me from taking dozens of sick days over the years.
I think I will turn in. I have another long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
I have spent the last couple of hours producing a draft of my next Frank column. I am still researching bits and pieces for the final draft that I will produce Wednesday night.
Long day today. Traffic was murder both ways. During the summer I could drive to and from work in barely 20 minutes. Tonight, it took 45 minutes to get home, and about that long to get in this morning. It will only get worse as the weather gets crappier.
I awoke with a headache this morning. I took one of my magic pills and returned to bed until 6:30, by which time it was much improved. I love those pills. Saved me from taking dozens of sick days over the years.
I think I will turn in. I have another long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Monday, September 26, 2016
Post 3381 - Deep Roots, Day Four
8:55
Now, where we were?
Ah, yes. Deep Roots. Sunday, day four.
We went to the Sunday morning show, a tribute to Ron Hynes, who wrote many songs over many years, but is likely best known for writing "Sonny's Dream". Japanese people have recorded this Newfoundland composer's songs. Maybe wherever you are, you have heard this song and thought it was done by some dude who lived in your area. Unless your area was Newfoundland, it wasn't.
Hynes died a couple of years ago. He was described as "complicated" and many of the stories told by those who knew him yesterday pay testament to those complications. Except those told by Matthew Barber, who I am not sure even met the man. Not sure what he was doing there.
In attendance were (left to right) Lennie Gallant, Susan Crowe, Cindy Church, Jill Barber, Matthew Barber, and Kim Dunn. Jamie Robinson is in the back playing guitar.
They told some funny stories. Lennie spoke about how, early one morning, after he had been out playing until very late, he got a knock on the door of his hotel room from a couple of census takers. He explained to the women that he was tired and that this was not a good time. They persisted, and he relented. He told them his name and that he was a singer/songwriter. One of the young women squealed in delight and said to the other, "My god. Lennie Gallant! He does that song, 'Sonny lives on a farm, in the wide open space'" Which, of course, is the opening line to "Sonny's Dream" by... Ron Hynes. Apparently Ron Hynes got a big kick out of that story, every time he heard it.
Kim Dunn spoke about playing in a cover band that eventually made its way to Newfoundland, where he felt obliged to play Ron Hynes' music. "I know Ron's middle name", one man yelled, "And I want to hear Ron Effing Hynes songs!" So that's what Kim played.
They took turns talking about this man and performing his songs, until the end, when they took turns singing verses to "Sonny's Dream". That's when Matthew Barber messed up. His sister held the lyrics sheet for him, and he stumbled over the words, singing them with all the enthusiasm of a man shopping for shoes.
The show was over around 11:15. We knocked around Wolfville for 45 minutes or so, returning early to so we could queue up for the grand finale at 1pm.
Sahara and Kamila, with their Indian-laced influences, kick off the show. I liked it, which is more than I thought I would say.
And here is my friend Darrin Harvey, who hosted the Sunday shows. Patricia likes him. She hugged him with both arms. Should I be jealous? She doesn't hug me with any!
So, another Deep Roots festival is over and we were a little... underwhelmed. A titch disappointed. Maybe it's our fault. We didn't drive to Berwick to see the performance there the other night. We didn't go to the Old Orchard Inn either Friday or Saturday to see the blues shows, so we didn't see Teresa Malenfant and Katey Day. We didn't hang around for the late night performances in Wolfville proper, so there is a good chance we missed something that would have changed our perception to a more positive one.
Hillsburns and Port Cities were revelations. Loved them. Heather Rankin made it look so easy. Susan Crowe improved on Saturday and Sunday after a poor performance on Friday night. Lennie Gallant is Lennie Gallant. So, alas, is Matthew Barber. Cindy Church has the voice of an angel. The Classified/David Myles concert was sublime. I will never forget the sight of 80 year old's singing along to Inner Ninja.
The festival is called Deep Roots, so I expect more Blues. I expect roots music, which is hard to define I know, but Ida Red is not it. I wish they had had performers like Jonathan Byrd and Sylvia Tyson and Thom Swift and J.P. Cormier again this year.
I get that you have to have variety at these festivals, but I think they went too far the other way this year.
And... while we are at it, why don't weekend passes get you into absolutely every venue. The Old O shows cost extra. I think the one at the Union Street Cafe in Berwick did, too. I'd be happy to pay a few extra dollars if it could mean being able to attend all the shows, period, full stop.
We look forward to going back to Deep Roots in 2017. And 2018. And so on.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Now, where we were?
Ah, yes. Deep Roots. Sunday, day four.
We went to the Sunday morning show, a tribute to Ron Hynes, who wrote many songs over many years, but is likely best known for writing "Sonny's Dream". Japanese people have recorded this Newfoundland composer's songs. Maybe wherever you are, you have heard this song and thought it was done by some dude who lived in your area. Unless your area was Newfoundland, it wasn't.
Hynes died a couple of years ago. He was described as "complicated" and many of the stories told by those who knew him yesterday pay testament to those complications. Except those told by Matthew Barber, who I am not sure even met the man. Not sure what he was doing there.
In attendance were (left to right) Lennie Gallant, Susan Crowe, Cindy Church, Jill Barber, Matthew Barber, and Kim Dunn. Jamie Robinson is in the back playing guitar.
They told some funny stories. Lennie spoke about how, early one morning, after he had been out playing until very late, he got a knock on the door of his hotel room from a couple of census takers. He explained to the women that he was tired and that this was not a good time. They persisted, and he relented. He told them his name and that he was a singer/songwriter. One of the young women squealed in delight and said to the other, "My god. Lennie Gallant! He does that song, 'Sonny lives on a farm, in the wide open space'" Which, of course, is the opening line to "Sonny's Dream" by... Ron Hynes. Apparently Ron Hynes got a big kick out of that story, every time he heard it.
Kim Dunn spoke about playing in a cover band that eventually made its way to Newfoundland, where he felt obliged to play Ron Hynes' music. "I know Ron's middle name", one man yelled, "And I want to hear Ron Effing Hynes songs!" So that's what Kim played.
They took turns talking about this man and performing his songs, until the end, when they took turns singing verses to "Sonny's Dream". That's when Matthew Barber messed up. His sister held the lyrics sheet for him, and he stumbled over the words, singing them with all the enthusiasm of a man shopping for shoes.
The show was over around 11:15. We knocked around Wolfville for 45 minutes or so, returning early to so we could queue up for the grand finale at 1pm.
Sahara and Kamila, with their Indian-laced influences, kick off the show. I liked it, which is more than I thought I would say.
Port Cities rocked the house. I love these guys. I can't wait for their first album to come out. They have tee shirts though.
Sussex was good.
The Basin Brothers had a unique approach. Bluesy, twangy Country one moment. Hard rocking blues the next. And the neatest thing was, from time to time, the lead singer and the drummer would switch places.
Every year, Deep Roots give out a Valley Arts Award. This year's recipient was fiddle maven Keith Ross, who used to own Ross Music in New Minas.
Here's Scott Cook. I mentioned him in my previous post.
Finally, we had Ida Red. We left before they were finished. Not really our cuppa. During their performance, little kids dressed up as fairies and gnomes or whatever, all ran out on stage. That is definitely not our cuppa.
Hillsburns and Port Cities were revelations. Loved them. Heather Rankin made it look so easy. Susan Crowe improved on Saturday and Sunday after a poor performance on Friday night. Lennie Gallant is Lennie Gallant. So, alas, is Matthew Barber. Cindy Church has the voice of an angel. The Classified/David Myles concert was sublime. I will never forget the sight of 80 year old's singing along to Inner Ninja.
The festival is called Deep Roots, so I expect more Blues. I expect roots music, which is hard to define I know, but Ida Red is not it. I wish they had had performers like Jonathan Byrd and Sylvia Tyson and Thom Swift and J.P. Cormier again this year.
I get that you have to have variety at these festivals, but I think they went too far the other way this year.
And... while we are at it, why don't weekend passes get you into absolutely every venue. The Old O shows cost extra. I think the one at the Union Street Cafe in Berwick did, too. I'd be happy to pay a few extra dollars if it could mean being able to attend all the shows, period, full stop.
We look forward to going back to Deep Roots in 2017. And 2018. And so on.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Post 3380 - Deep Roots, Day Three
Hello. 8:31.
Didn't write yesterday because the events of Deep Roots tuckered me right out. Now that we are back in the city, I can kick back and tell you about Deep Roots, Saturday and Sunday.
First of all, I wish I had taken a proper digital camera with me to the shows. This phone camera is not fit for the kinds of pictures I wanted to take. Fine for close ups and the like. Not so fine for when you want to get action images or get a good representation of what the Deep Roots sign looks like. Patricia says that the pictures is "too hot", what with the folds and so on, and the camera cannot capture that. Whatever.
On Saturday we attended two songwriters' circles. I am not sure when, or whether, I will attend any more. They are usually groups of old friends sitting around talking about the songs they have done, and where and why; and then they perform those songs, to much applause and appreciation from their colleagues on stage. They are all the very best of friends, or so it would seem. But unless you count the Ron Hynes tribute Sunday morning, you don't really get keen insights into the songs and the process. Individual shows did that. I am now a Scott Cook fan. 11 years ago, broke, having performed at the Union Street Cafe in Berwick and having been allowed to sleep the night before above that cafe (better than sleeping in his car), he made his way to one of the free Deep Roots events that year and resolved that he would one day perform on those stages. He did, this year. He spoke about his struggles as a performer, the travails he endured, and I am now a fan of this young man.
Anyway, here are the pics I tweeted both days.
The two song writers circles. See my above comments.
I had never heard of Hillsburn before this weekend. Now, I am a fan. They are hard rocking and bluesy. And they are based in Halifax. I am guessing they play places like the Company House.
Matthew and Jill Barber. People describe Jill's voice as sultry. I would describe it as inhuman. I do not care for her singing at all. And I have no opinion of her brother Matthew. If Jill Barber is Karen Carpenter, then Matthew is Richard Carpenter. Look it up.
Lennie Gallant. Patricia loves him. All women love him, and all men want to be like him. He is an excellent performer. I have never understood why he has not been a bigger star than he is. I love his sense of humour, too. A very funny man.
Ten strings and a goat skin. Nephews to Lennie Gallant. These guys won me over with their enthusiasm, but it took a while.
Lennie Gallant joined them for a song or two.
And... that was Saturday.
What the heck. I will produce a second post, about the Sunday shows, in a moment....
Bevboy
Didn't write yesterday because the events of Deep Roots tuckered me right out. Now that we are back in the city, I can kick back and tell you about Deep Roots, Saturday and Sunday.
First of all, I wish I had taken a proper digital camera with me to the shows. This phone camera is not fit for the kinds of pictures I wanted to take. Fine for close ups and the like. Not so fine for when you want to get action images or get a good representation of what the Deep Roots sign looks like. Patricia says that the pictures is "too hot", what with the folds and so on, and the camera cannot capture that. Whatever.
On Saturday we attended two songwriters' circles. I am not sure when, or whether, I will attend any more. They are usually groups of old friends sitting around talking about the songs they have done, and where and why; and then they perform those songs, to much applause and appreciation from their colleagues on stage. They are all the very best of friends, or so it would seem. But unless you count the Ron Hynes tribute Sunday morning, you don't really get keen insights into the songs and the process. Individual shows did that. I am now a Scott Cook fan. 11 years ago, broke, having performed at the Union Street Cafe in Berwick and having been allowed to sleep the night before above that cafe (better than sleeping in his car), he made his way to one of the free Deep Roots events that year and resolved that he would one day perform on those stages. He did, this year. He spoke about his struggles as a performer, the travails he endured, and I am now a fan of this young man.
Anyway, here are the pics I tweeted both days.
The two song writers circles. See my above comments.
I had never heard of Hillsburn before this weekend. Now, I am a fan. They are hard rocking and bluesy. And they are based in Halifax. I am guessing they play places like the Company House.
Matthew and Jill Barber. People describe Jill's voice as sultry. I would describe it as inhuman. I do not care for her singing at all. And I have no opinion of her brother Matthew. If Jill Barber is Karen Carpenter, then Matthew is Richard Carpenter. Look it up.
Lennie Gallant. Patricia loves him. All women love him, and all men want to be like him. He is an excellent performer. I have never understood why he has not been a bigger star than he is. I love his sense of humour, too. A very funny man.
Ten strings and a goat skin. Nephews to Lennie Gallant. These guys won me over with their enthusiasm, but it took a while.
Lennie Gallant joined them for a song or two.
What the heck. I will produce a second post, about the Sunday shows, in a moment....
Bevboy
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Post 3379 - Saturday
Nearly midnight.
Far too tired to write about today's Deep Roots events. So, I will do it tomorrow.
Okay.
Time for ...zzzzz
Bevboy
Far too tired to write about today's Deep Roots events. So, I will do it tomorrow.
Okay.
Time for ...zzzzz
Bevboy
Friday, September 23, 2016
Post 3378 - Deep Roots Day Two
Pushing one ayem.
We are back from the Friday night Deep Roots show at Festival Theater in Wolfville, pronounced "Wuffle" by the locals.
It was a real mixed bag of talent tonight, folks. Patricia was interested in toe tapping times, so she was a mite disappointed in Alex Kehler and Nicholas Williams. I liked them just fine, although their music had more of a classical bent, featuring some instruments I had never seen or heard of before, so I am not sure it was a good fit for a music festival devoted to Roots or Folk genres.
Susan Crowe and Cindy Church were good, despite themselves. The one on the right, Ms. Crowe, made mistake after mistake, with Cindy and their guitar player doing their best to cover for her. At one point, Cindy Church looked at the guitar player in a "My God, what is happening?" kind of way.
Susan Crowe had a very difficult time tuning her instruments (guitars, mandolins), at one point becoming exasperated and exclaiming, "I'm 63. Give me a break, people!", thereby eliciting a laugh from the audience. She gave up at one point and muttered that her instrument was about as tuned as it was going to get and repeated a joke that banjo players spend half their time tuning their instruments and the other half playing them out of tune. Another time, she took the wrong cue and picked up the wrong instrument. And she announced the wrong song title, which was the title of a song they had played a short time before. Sad.
She sang well, though. I just hope that tonight's performance was an aberration for her, and not a sign of something more troubling.
Kim Dunn played after the intermission. His music was not to my taste. He has a nice voice, but the lounge act he put on wasn't something that grabbed me enough to care.
The show was hosted by Heather Rankin, and she was also the final performer this evening. She made it look so easy, effortlessly banging out some Rankin Family tunes, performing some original compositions from her first solo album (out since April), and also performing her cover of Tears for Fears' (an underrated 1980's band) "Everybody Wants To Rule The World".
In between she told funny stories about her travels, like the time she rented a hotel room a year ahead of when she needed it and settled for another hotel room, which she discovered at the last moment was inhabited by a naked man. The hotel, in an effort to placate her, offered her a free breakfast. She mused that if she had slept with the man, he likely would have provided her a free breakfast anyway, so she would not have been any further ahead.
And I will never forget her Los Angeles story, where she was renting an apartment, arriving around 4am, and being awakened 3 hours later by a distraught man banging on her door, yelling at her in Spanish about something. She told him sharply to leave. After he left, she opened the door to see what the problem was, and discovered the key to her room, still in the keyhole.
Heather Rankin was easily the highlight of the evening. Hands down.
The show over, we wandered to the drugstore, discovered that both of them were closed, and made our way back to the car. We had noticed a fellow hanging out by one of the stores. He had a dog and some bedding in the doorway of another store. On the way back to the car, he was joined by his girlfriend. They were going to hunker down for the night, with their shelter being the recessed doorway and what blankets and pillows they had.
Homelessness in the Valley has always been hidden to me. People couch surfing or finding some kind of camp in the woods or something. I do not recall any time other than this evening when I saw the kind of homelessness that I see in the city all the time.
Does anybody who lives in the Valley want to comment on that homeless couple? Is this an exception, or is this becoming a real problem in these here parts?
On that sad note, I think I will turn in. Lots and lots of Deep Roots stuff on Saturday, and I need my beauty sleep!
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We are back from the Friday night Deep Roots show at Festival Theater in Wolfville, pronounced "Wuffle" by the locals.
It was a real mixed bag of talent tonight, folks. Patricia was interested in toe tapping times, so she was a mite disappointed in Alex Kehler and Nicholas Williams. I liked them just fine, although their music had more of a classical bent, featuring some instruments I had never seen or heard of before, so I am not sure it was a good fit for a music festival devoted to Roots or Folk genres.
Susan Crowe and Cindy Church were good, despite themselves. The one on the right, Ms. Crowe, made mistake after mistake, with Cindy and their guitar player doing their best to cover for her. At one point, Cindy Church looked at the guitar player in a "My God, what is happening?" kind of way.
Susan Crowe had a very difficult time tuning her instruments (guitars, mandolins), at one point becoming exasperated and exclaiming, "I'm 63. Give me a break, people!", thereby eliciting a laugh from the audience. She gave up at one point and muttered that her instrument was about as tuned as it was going to get and repeated a joke that banjo players spend half their time tuning their instruments and the other half playing them out of tune. Another time, she took the wrong cue and picked up the wrong instrument. And she announced the wrong song title, which was the title of a song they had played a short time before. Sad.
She sang well, though. I just hope that tonight's performance was an aberration for her, and not a sign of something more troubling.
Kim Dunn played after the intermission. His music was not to my taste. He has a nice voice, but the lounge act he put on wasn't something that grabbed me enough to care.
The show was hosted by Heather Rankin, and she was also the final performer this evening. She made it look so easy, effortlessly banging out some Rankin Family tunes, performing some original compositions from her first solo album (out since April), and also performing her cover of Tears for Fears' (an underrated 1980's band) "Everybody Wants To Rule The World".
In between she told funny stories about her travels, like the time she rented a hotel room a year ahead of when she needed it and settled for another hotel room, which she discovered at the last moment was inhabited by a naked man. The hotel, in an effort to placate her, offered her a free breakfast. She mused that if she had slept with the man, he likely would have provided her a free breakfast anyway, so she would not have been any further ahead.
And I will never forget her Los Angeles story, where she was renting an apartment, arriving around 4am, and being awakened 3 hours later by a distraught man banging on her door, yelling at her in Spanish about something. She told him sharply to leave. After he left, she opened the door to see what the problem was, and discovered the key to her room, still in the keyhole.
Heather Rankin was easily the highlight of the evening. Hands down.
The show over, we wandered to the drugstore, discovered that both of them were closed, and made our way back to the car. We had noticed a fellow hanging out by one of the stores. He had a dog and some bedding in the doorway of another store. On the way back to the car, he was joined by his girlfriend. They were going to hunker down for the night, with their shelter being the recessed doorway and what blankets and pillows they had.
Homelessness in the Valley has always been hidden to me. People couch surfing or finding some kind of camp in the woods or something. I do not recall any time other than this evening when I saw the kind of homelessness that I see in the city all the time.
Does anybody who lives in the Valley want to comment on that homeless couple? Is this an exception, or is this becoming a real problem in these here parts?
On that sad note, I think I will turn in. Lots and lots of Deep Roots stuff on Saturday, and I need my beauty sleep!
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Post 3377 - Deep Roots Day One
We are back from the David Myles and Classified concert!
What a show.
I have been a fan of David Myles for more than ten years now. Classified? Well, I am a much more recent recruit to his hip hop music.
At one point, they were distracted by a girl in the front row who was so enthusiastic that it broke their concentration. They invited her up on stage as long as she promised to be quiet. She jumped up on stage, took a chair behind them, and clapped along merrily until Classified's manager beckoned her off stage and back to her seat.
The highlight for both of us was the last song, which of course was "Inner Ninja". 80 year old men and women leaped out of their chairs and sang along to Myles and just clapped to Classified's rapping.
Here are some pics! I think they are in chronological order.
Notice Letitia sitting behind David Myles.
Toward the end, Classified invited people who had crappy seats or who were from Enfield or Elmsdale (Classified lives in Enfield, and has a recording studio behind his garage)
This was shot during "Inner Ninja". The crowd went wild.
This was the opening gala night for Deep Roots. We have all day Friday, Saturday and a good chunk of Sunday to get through. We can hardly wait.
Pushing 1am. Think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
What a show.
I have been a fan of David Myles for more than ten years now. Classified? Well, I am a much more recent recruit to his hip hop music.
At one point, they were distracted by a girl in the front row who was so enthusiastic that it broke their concentration. They invited her up on stage as long as she promised to be quiet. She jumped up on stage, took a chair behind them, and clapped along merrily until Classified's manager beckoned her off stage and back to her seat.
The highlight for both of us was the last song, which of course was "Inner Ninja". 80 year old men and women leaped out of their chairs and sang along to Myles and just clapped to Classified's rapping.
Here are some pics! I think they are in chronological order.
Notice Letitia sitting behind David Myles.
Toward the end, Classified invited people who had crappy seats or who were from Enfield or Elmsdale (Classified lives in Enfield, and has a recording studio behind his garage)
This was shot during "Inner Ninja". The crowd went wild.
Pushing 1am. Think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Post 3376 - Wednesday
Pushing 11pm.
We are off for the next 5 days. Deep Roots Music Festival starts Thursday night and runs all weekend.
We will head to the Valley Thursday afternoon. Patricia wants to take her Gaelic lesson at noon tomorrow, downtown, so we shan't go leave town until she gets back.
Somewhere along the way, we will have to corral Newbie. He senses somehow that something is awry, amiss, a little off, and runs off to whatever his hiding place is. We don't want to leave him behind for several days. We want him to come with us. So before we pack much of anything, we will have to "pack" him in his carrier. That will be fun!
We watched "Designated Survivor" and "Lethal Weapon" this evening, and enjoyed them both. I hope you check them out.
Think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We are off for the next 5 days. Deep Roots Music Festival starts Thursday night and runs all weekend.
We will head to the Valley Thursday afternoon. Patricia wants to take her Gaelic lesson at noon tomorrow, downtown, so we shan't go leave town until she gets back.
Somewhere along the way, we will have to corral Newbie. He senses somehow that something is awry, amiss, a little off, and runs off to whatever his hiding place is. We don't want to leave him behind for several days. We want him to come with us. So before we pack much of anything, we will have to "pack" him in his carrier. That will be fun!
We watched "Designated Survivor" and "Lethal Weapon" this evening, and enjoyed them both. I hope you check them out.
Think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Post 3375 - Tuesday
About 9:20.
I cooked dinner tonight, just to prove to Patricia that I could. And I could. So there. The fact that I produced slop not fit for a pig to roll around in is besides the point. The point is, I made dinner. Get over it.
After dinner I did the dishes. Once again, I did this to prove to Patricia that I was capable of such a task.
After that I took a shower. Guess why?
Say, why don't you do something for your spouse, something to prove to you that you can do the thing or things that she or he thinks you cannot do? The trick is, you perform the task poorly, making key mistakes along the way, such that your spouse never asks you to do that task again. Works every time!
It is now pushing 9:30. Tomorrow, after work, I have my bi-weekly Toastmasters meeting, after which I am off work until Tuesday. Deep Roots, here I come!
I think I will turn in, as I have a long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
I cooked dinner tonight, just to prove to Patricia that I could. And I could. So there. The fact that I produced slop not fit for a pig to roll around in is besides the point. The point is, I made dinner. Get over it.
After dinner I did the dishes. Once again, I did this to prove to Patricia that I was capable of such a task.
After that I took a shower. Guess why?
Say, why don't you do something for your spouse, something to prove to you that you can do the thing or things that she or he thinks you cannot do? The trick is, you perform the task poorly, making key mistakes along the way, such that your spouse never asks you to do that task again. Works every time!
It is now pushing 9:30. Tomorrow, after work, I have my bi-weekly Toastmasters meeting, after which I am off work until Tuesday. Deep Roots, here I come!
I think I will turn in, as I have a long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Monday, September 19, 2016
Post 3374 - Monday
Just past 9:30.
Been a long day. What keeps me going is that my work week is one third over, rather than 20%. I am taking the last two days of this week off as I have already explained.
Let's see here. We watched the season opener of The Big Bang Theory tonight. We met Penny's mother and her convict brother. Katey Sagal plays her mother. Some of you will remember that she played her Kaley Cuoco's mother years ago on "8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter", the show that starred John Ritter until he died in 2003. I was hoping for some kind of shoutout on the show tonight, some kind of wink and a nod to the audience, but I didn't see one. They missed an opportunity.
We then watched the one hour pilot to "The Good Place", starring Ted Danson and Kristin Bell. Bell is dead and goes to the place they can't call heaven for fear of offending certain groups of people, I guess. I liked how the characters can't swear, so we hear phrases like "bullshirt" and "motherforker". Some cute dialogue. Mildly funny. But I think it will be gone by Christmas.
Then, Gotham started. We will watch it on pvr later on this week, if we get a chance. That show started very well in season 2 and quickly devolved into a villain of the week, said villains being boring and stupid. Characters behaved in a way that served the increasingly-absurd plots. It all got very silly when B.D. Wong started playing Hugo Strange. I hope that season 3 improves on 2. It can't get much worse.
Anyway, I think I will turn in. Did I tell you it had been a long day? And that my work week is one third over? I can't remember.
See you tomorrow, my friends.
Bevboy
Been a long day. What keeps me going is that my work week is one third over, rather than 20%. I am taking the last two days of this week off as I have already explained.
Let's see here. We watched the season opener of The Big Bang Theory tonight. We met Penny's mother and her convict brother. Katey Sagal plays her mother. Some of you will remember that she played her Kaley Cuoco's mother years ago on "8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter", the show that starred John Ritter until he died in 2003. I was hoping for some kind of shoutout on the show tonight, some kind of wink and a nod to the audience, but I didn't see one. They missed an opportunity.
We then watched the one hour pilot to "The Good Place", starring Ted Danson and Kristin Bell. Bell is dead and goes to the place they can't call heaven for fear of offending certain groups of people, I guess. I liked how the characters can't swear, so we hear phrases like "bullshirt" and "motherforker". Some cute dialogue. Mildly funny. But I think it will be gone by Christmas.
Then, Gotham started. We will watch it on pvr later on this week, if we get a chance. That show started very well in season 2 and quickly devolved into a villain of the week, said villains being boring and stupid. Characters behaved in a way that served the increasingly-absurd plots. It all got very silly when B.D. Wong started playing Hugo Strange. I hope that season 3 improves on 2. It can't get much worse.
Anyway, I think I will turn in. Did I tell you it had been a long day? And that my work week is one third over? I can't remember.
See you tomorrow, my friends.
Bevboy
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Post 3373 - Sunday
Around 9:45.
We returned to the city late this afternoon. We saw our friend this morning around 10. it was good to see her again. We don't see her nearly enough.
Today was Open Farm Day in Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and PEI. We drove down the street to Tap Root Farms and wandered around the place for 30 minutes or so. We drove to Willowbank Farms at Starr's Point. Too many cars to bother parking and walking around, so instead I decided to show Patricia the Starr's Point Cemetery, which is down a rutted dirt road past the farm.
I don't think I had ever been there in my life. We wandered around the small, immaculate cemetery. I founded Harold Legge's headstone. Legge was head of Legge Trucking. If you are from NS, and are of a certain age, you likely saw Legge Transport Mac trucks around. He was like Nova Scotia's Donald Trump in the sense that he wanted people to know it was HIS company, dammit. Which makes sense, because the company pretty much died with him in 1993. There was a sordid aspect to the disposition of his estate, which is summarized here.
Harold Legge was a friend of the family. When my former sister got married in 1987, he lent her and her new hubby the use of his limo. Dad always spoke highly of Harold Legge, who was a flawed man, but never did anything to me, so I have nothing bad to say about him.
We saw more headstones, including plenty for the Starr family. People think that Starr's Point is named because of the twisty 90 degree turns. Nope. The Starr family lived there for a very long time, and it just so happened they moved to an area whose shape from the area might look like a star. It would be like me moving to "Beautiful Hair" Ville and people thinking I had moved there because I had beautiful hair. Then, they named the community beautifulhairville after me. Weird, I know. Parse it and get back to me.
Anyway, we saw the following headstone:
We continued on our way. Along the extreme West end, close to the fence that abuts the cemetery from a farmer's field, we saw the following, and I was floored.
Yeah, Alex Colville is buried here. And there is no headstone.
Alex Colville is to Canadian art as... some really talented guy is to American art. Here is his obituary, with a further link to the webcast for his funeral, which I have not seen. Colville is a luminary in Canadian art, and was from World War II until his death in 2013. When I was at Acadia University in the 1980's, and he was its Chancellor, the covers for each year's academic calendar were all Colville paintings.
His website is still up. Check it out, won't you?
When he died, I see that the CBC reported he would be buried in Starr's Point, but I have no idea why. When I think of Colville, I think of Wolfville, of Acadia, and I think of that huge cemetery in Wolfville that could easily accommodate him. I wonder why he decided to be buried there, in this relatively obscure, small cemetery.
And... even though he was cremated, why do he and his wife not have a headstone? What you see in the above picture is all there is to indicate that Alex Colville cremains are buried there. Why? The family had money. As I stated, he was a giant in Canadian art, and I find it difficult to believe that he would not want a suitable headstone, or that the people who liked and respected him, would want this situation to remain. It is very puzzling.
We ended up driving to Wolfville and had lunch at the Front street Cafe, which we learned has been bought out and will close shortly for "renovations". When it reopens in a few weeks, it will have a new menu and perhaps a new focus. The new owners have purchased the rights to the business name, so it may yet be called The Front Street Cafe. But I will bet you $ that the prices will go up. I had a two piece fish and chips for $10.75. A roast beef dinner was $11.99 I think. Hamburger steak with veggies and mashed potatoes they make right there was $10. Nothing lasts forever, dude.
We returned to the family estate, loaded up the car with our stuff, and returned to the city. We watched the last part of "Driver" on Netflix. a British crime drama starring David Morrissey. We had to turn on the subtitles to make out what the hell everyone was saying. Working class British English is nearly impenetrable to me.
It has been a fun weekend. We have 3 days of work before we are off for 5 more days, a mini vacation in Wolfville for the Deep Roots Music Festival. We are looking forward to that, very much.
I think I will turn in. The nap I had earlier this evening will keep me up for a while yet, but perhaps I can read for a while or something.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We returned to the city late this afternoon. We saw our friend this morning around 10. it was good to see her again. We don't see her nearly enough.
Today was Open Farm Day in Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and PEI. We drove down the street to Tap Root Farms and wandered around the place for 30 minutes or so. We drove to Willowbank Farms at Starr's Point. Too many cars to bother parking and walking around, so instead I decided to show Patricia the Starr's Point Cemetery, which is down a rutted dirt road past the farm.
I don't think I had ever been there in my life. We wandered around the small, immaculate cemetery. I founded Harold Legge's headstone. Legge was head of Legge Trucking. If you are from NS, and are of a certain age, you likely saw Legge Transport Mac trucks around. He was like Nova Scotia's Donald Trump in the sense that he wanted people to know it was HIS company, dammit. Which makes sense, because the company pretty much died with him in 1993. There was a sordid aspect to the disposition of his estate, which is summarized here.
Harold Legge was a friend of the family. When my former sister got married in 1987, he lent her and her new hubby the use of his limo. Dad always spoke highly of Harold Legge, who was a flawed man, but never did anything to me, so I have nothing bad to say about him.
We saw more headstones, including plenty for the Starr family. People think that Starr's Point is named because of the twisty 90 degree turns. Nope. The Starr family lived there for a very long time, and it just so happened they moved to an area whose shape from the area might look like a star. It would be like me moving to "Beautiful Hair" Ville and people thinking I had moved there because I had beautiful hair. Then, they named the community beautifulhairville after me. Weird, I know. Parse it and get back to me.
Anyway, we saw the following headstone:
I did not know Scott Leo Forsythe at all. I was just intrigued by the picture of him that was somehow etched into the headstone. I did not know that was a thing. Here is his obituary. How sad that such a young and vital man should die so young. Effing leukemia, man.
We continued on our way. Along the extreme West end, close to the fence that abuts the cemetery from a farmer's field, we saw the following, and I was floored.
Yeah, Alex Colville is buried here. And there is no headstone.
Alex Colville is to Canadian art as... some really talented guy is to American art. Here is his obituary, with a further link to the webcast for his funeral, which I have not seen. Colville is a luminary in Canadian art, and was from World War II until his death in 2013. When I was at Acadia University in the 1980's, and he was its Chancellor, the covers for each year's academic calendar were all Colville paintings.
His website is still up. Check it out, won't you?
When he died, I see that the CBC reported he would be buried in Starr's Point, but I have no idea why. When I think of Colville, I think of Wolfville, of Acadia, and I think of that huge cemetery in Wolfville that could easily accommodate him. I wonder why he decided to be buried there, in this relatively obscure, small cemetery.
And... even though he was cremated, why do he and his wife not have a headstone? What you see in the above picture is all there is to indicate that Alex Colville cremains are buried there. Why? The family had money. As I stated, he was a giant in Canadian art, and I find it difficult to believe that he would not want a suitable headstone, or that the people who liked and respected him, would want this situation to remain. It is very puzzling.
We ended up driving to Wolfville and had lunch at the Front street Cafe, which we learned has been bought out and will close shortly for "renovations". When it reopens in a few weeks, it will have a new menu and perhaps a new focus. The new owners have purchased the rights to the business name, so it may yet be called The Front Street Cafe. But I will bet you $ that the prices will go up. I had a two piece fish and chips for $10.75. A roast beef dinner was $11.99 I think. Hamburger steak with veggies and mashed potatoes they make right there was $10. Nothing lasts forever, dude.
We returned to the family estate, loaded up the car with our stuff, and returned to the city. We watched the last part of "Driver" on Netflix. a British crime drama starring David Morrissey. We had to turn on the subtitles to make out what the hell everyone was saying. Working class British English is nearly impenetrable to me.
It has been a fun weekend. We have 3 days of work before we are off for 5 more days, a mini vacation in Wolfville for the Deep Roots Music Festival. We are looking forward to that, very much.
I think I will turn in. The nap I had earlier this evening will keep me up for a while yet, but perhaps I can read for a while or something.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Post 3372 - Saturday
Pushing midnight.
We drove to Avondale Sky Winery today to attend its 4th annual garlic festival. Which I didn't know was even a thing for the first 3 years of its existence.
We walked around and sampled the wares of some of the vendors. Patricia ended up buying a couple 2 pound bags of garlic, which should keep us going for some time. A man talked about how to grow garlic, of which there are many, many varieties.
Then, we drove to Wolfville to grab a late lunch and some food before driving to the Bevboy family mansion, where we have been ever since. We watched some stuff on Plex and on Netflix tonight.
In the morning we meet with a friend, and in the afternoon, it is back to the city.
People think we live a life of adventure or something. We don't. I promise you that. We are both homebodies, but lately we have been stepping out a bit more. Once the cold weather hits, we will be inside far, far more.
Been a long day. Think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
We drove to Avondale Sky Winery today to attend its 4th annual garlic festival. Which I didn't know was even a thing for the first 3 years of its existence.
We walked around and sampled the wares of some of the vendors. Patricia ended up buying a couple 2 pound bags of garlic, which should keep us going for some time. A man talked about how to grow garlic, of which there are many, many varieties.
Then, we drove to Wolfville to grab a late lunch and some food before driving to the Bevboy family mansion, where we have been ever since. We watched some stuff on Plex and on Netflix tonight.
In the morning we meet with a friend, and in the afternoon, it is back to the city.
People think we live a life of adventure or something. We don't. I promise you that. We are both homebodies, but lately we have been stepping out a bit more. Once the cold weather hits, we will be inside far, far more.
Been a long day. Think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
Friday, September 16, 2016
Post 3371 - A Wonderful Boat Ride
Shh!
Ducked out of work an hour early and went with Patricia for a tour on the Tall Ship Silva.
We went all over Halifax Harbour for about an hour and a half. I got to see parts of the city I don't normally get to see, from the harbour.
Some of those areas are not very attractive. The former Esso refinery in Dartmouth is in such dire condition that it needs to be removed, but for the same reason an old gas station that closes never seems to become more than a parking lot, I guess it would be really, really hard to remove that refinery.
Why did we wait so damned long to go?
Everybody, get your arse down to the Silva and book a tour, won't you?
Tomorrow, more adventures. A garlic festival at the Avondale Sky Winery, and then overnighting in the Valley.
See you then, my friends.
Bevboy
Ducked out of work an hour early and went with Patricia for a tour on the Tall Ship Silva.
We went all over Halifax Harbour for about an hour and a half. I got to see parts of the city I don't normally get to see, from the harbour.
Some of those areas are not very attractive. The former Esso refinery in Dartmouth is in such dire condition that it needs to be removed, but for the same reason an old gas station that closes never seems to become more than a parking lot, I guess it would be really, really hard to remove that refinery.
Why did we wait so damned long to go?
Everybody, get your arse down to the Silva and book a tour, won't you?
Tomorrow, more adventures. A garlic festival at the Avondale Sky Winery, and then overnighting in the Valley.
See you then, my friends.
Bevboy
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Post 3370 - Thursday
Past 10.
We got home late. After feeding Newbie, we sat down to watch two episodes of season 2 of "Shetland". The finale is when we have a chance to sit down and see it. Maybe this weekend.
I was up far too late last night. And, tomorrow, we will be on the tall ship Silva for a few hours. Bouncing around Halifax harbour will surely tucker me out, so I think I will draw this extremely short blog post to a close.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We got home late. After feeding Newbie, we sat down to watch two episodes of season 2 of "Shetland". The finale is when we have a chance to sit down and see it. Maybe this weekend.
I was up far too late last night. And, tomorrow, we will be on the tall ship Silva for a few hours. Bouncing around Halifax harbour will surely tucker me out, so I think I will draw this extremely short blog post to a close.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Post 3369 - Wednesday
About 9:50.
I sent off my most recent Frank Magazine media column a few minutes ago to my editor, for his sage consideration. The new issue goes online this coming Monday and hits stores and mailboxes on Wednesday.
Tomorrow, after work, Patricia has a Pilates class. I will hang back at work and commence writing the draft for my next true crime piece. I wanna get it into my editor by next Wednesday if at all possible. That's because we are off for the last two days of next week and the first day of the week after that.
We will be at the Deep Roots Music Festival in Wolfville. We look forward to it every year. Roots music. Blues. Folk music. Whatever. It is all marvelous, and we can't friggin' wait. It starts next Thursday and runs into Sunday afternoon. Rather than drive up after work on Thursday, drop off Newbie at the house and double back, we will take the full day off and make our way over there leisurely. And rather than return to the city Sunday night and be exhausted for our return to work on Monday we will take Monday off as well.
Anyway, I think I will turn in. Need my beauty coma.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
I sent off my most recent Frank Magazine media column a few minutes ago to my editor, for his sage consideration. The new issue goes online this coming Monday and hits stores and mailboxes on Wednesday.
Tomorrow, after work, Patricia has a Pilates class. I will hang back at work and commence writing the draft for my next true crime piece. I wanna get it into my editor by next Wednesday if at all possible. That's because we are off for the last two days of next week and the first day of the week after that.
We will be at the Deep Roots Music Festival in Wolfville. We look forward to it every year. Roots music. Blues. Folk music. Whatever. It is all marvelous, and we can't friggin' wait. It starts next Thursday and runs into Sunday afternoon. Rather than drive up after work on Thursday, drop off Newbie at the house and double back, we will take the full day off and make our way over there leisurely. And rather than return to the city Sunday night and be exhausted for our return to work on Monday we will take Monday off as well.
Anyway, I think I will turn in. Need my beauty coma.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Post 3368 - Tuesday
Nearly 10:45.
Spent most of the evening working on my next media column for Frank Magazine. As things stand, I have 4 stories in it. I have printed it off. I will edit and tighten it and send it along to my editor around this time tomorrow night.
Not sure if you knew this, or cared, but part of my job is to source and send along pictures to accompany my articles, both the media columns and the true crime ones. I spent a couple hours on Sunday afternoon scanning in 18 pictures of a young man who disappeared in 1998, said pictures courtesy of his father and brother. I returned the pictures to them Monday morning, along with a thumb drive containing a copy of those digitized images, most of the pictures I took with my digital camera on Saturday and the video I shot as part of my research into his disappearance. I was happy to provide that material as they had entrusted me with the precious photos of their loved one.
With the media stuff, there is a good chance I already have pictures on my dropbox folder of most of what I am looking for. If not, it is usually not difficult to find that material online. But a few minutes ago, I grabbed a book on the shelf next to me and scanned in its cover and sent that along to my editor, in case he chooses to use it.
Sometimes I have actual fun supplying the pictures. In a recent issue, I wrote about The Mist, shooting in and around Halifax this Summer and into the Fall. On the Wednesday night before my deadline of Thursday, as the sun was going down, and we were about to lose the eldritch light as it gave way to the impending darkness, I had Patricia take some pictures of me reading the Stephen King book in which he had printed The Mist novella. (In case you didn't know, or care, it is a collection of short stories called "Skeleton Crew", published back in 1985. I used my first edition hard cover). I made sure that I looked as frightened as possible when I was pretending to read it. I also sent along pictures of the book's cover just in case he wanted to run it, but hoped my editor would use the picture of me looking scared witless. On Frank's deadline day, he texted "the photo of you reading Stephen King slays me". He used that picture with my column, which made my day. I sure hope some of my readers got a kick out of it. I sure did.
I get paid for producing this content, selling publication rights or whatever, so I probably am not allowed to include that particular picture with this blog post. But I think it was in issue 746. It was probably the most fun I have had with the photos and pictures I have done for the column over the last couple of years.
Anyway, it's getting late. I need to get some ... Newbie! Put down that blunt instru......
Spent most of the evening working on my next media column for Frank Magazine. As things stand, I have 4 stories in it. I have printed it off. I will edit and tighten it and send it along to my editor around this time tomorrow night.
Not sure if you knew this, or cared, but part of my job is to source and send along pictures to accompany my articles, both the media columns and the true crime ones. I spent a couple hours on Sunday afternoon scanning in 18 pictures of a young man who disappeared in 1998, said pictures courtesy of his father and brother. I returned the pictures to them Monday morning, along with a thumb drive containing a copy of those digitized images, most of the pictures I took with my digital camera on Saturday and the video I shot as part of my research into his disappearance. I was happy to provide that material as they had entrusted me with the precious photos of their loved one.
With the media stuff, there is a good chance I already have pictures on my dropbox folder of most of what I am looking for. If not, it is usually not difficult to find that material online. But a few minutes ago, I grabbed a book on the shelf next to me and scanned in its cover and sent that along to my editor, in case he chooses to use it.
Sometimes I have actual fun supplying the pictures. In a recent issue, I wrote about The Mist, shooting in and around Halifax this Summer and into the Fall. On the Wednesday night before my deadline of Thursday, as the sun was going down, and we were about to lose the eldritch light as it gave way to the impending darkness, I had Patricia take some pictures of me reading the Stephen King book in which he had printed The Mist novella. (In case you didn't know, or care, it is a collection of short stories called "Skeleton Crew", published back in 1985. I used my first edition hard cover). I made sure that I looked as frightened as possible when I was pretending to read it. I also sent along pictures of the book's cover just in case he wanted to run it, but hoped my editor would use the picture of me looking scared witless. On Frank's deadline day, he texted "the photo of you reading Stephen King slays me". He used that picture with my column, which made my day. I sure hope some of my readers got a kick out of it. I sure did.
I get paid for producing this content, selling publication rights or whatever, so I probably am not allowed to include that particular picture with this blog post. But I think it was in issue 746. It was probably the most fun I have had with the photos and pictures I have done for the column over the last couple of years.
Anyway, it's getting late. I need to get some ... Newbie! Put down that blunt instru......
Monday, September 12, 2016
Post 3367 - Monday
Past 9:45.
We just finished watching another episode of "Shetland" on Netflix. Started watching a second one but Patricia fell asleep. We will watch it tomorrow.
Got home late tonight, nearly 7:30. Traffic was a bear after work. Patricia ended up getting off the bus and walking to me. We decided to get dinner at the Steak and Stein on Young Street. The food is barely tolerable there, and pricey to boot. But there are very few places to eat on that section of Young Street any more, now that Michael's Bar and Grill no longer exists. It was torn down to make room for that condo/apartment monstrosity, Monaghan Square. You know, the place where the condos that have no bedrooms start at $200 000. People must be lining up to live in there!
Anyway, we did get home. I did some laundry. And now, here it is, nearly 10pm, and I haven't done any work on my next Frank column. I have taken a couple pages of notes, but haven't assembled them into any kind of draft yet. Tomorrow, lunch hour, for sure. I will not turn in on Tuesday until I have something I can at least tolerate.
I think I will turn in. Been a long, and trying, day.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We just finished watching another episode of "Shetland" on Netflix. Started watching a second one but Patricia fell asleep. We will watch it tomorrow.
Got home late tonight, nearly 7:30. Traffic was a bear after work. Patricia ended up getting off the bus and walking to me. We decided to get dinner at the Steak and Stein on Young Street. The food is barely tolerable there, and pricey to boot. But there are very few places to eat on that section of Young Street any more, now that Michael's Bar and Grill no longer exists. It was torn down to make room for that condo/apartment monstrosity, Monaghan Square. You know, the place where the condos that have no bedrooms start at $200 000. People must be lining up to live in there!
Anyway, we did get home. I did some laundry. And now, here it is, nearly 10pm, and I haven't done any work on my next Frank column. I have taken a couple pages of notes, but haven't assembled them into any kind of draft yet. Tomorrow, lunch hour, for sure. I will not turn in on Tuesday until I have something I can at least tolerate.
I think I will turn in. Been a long, and trying, day.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Post 3366 - Sunday
Past 10:30.
Spent a couple hours today working on two different true crime columns. One is for an upcoming Frank, and the other is preliminary work for what I hope will be a follow up piece on an article that ran there recently.
For dinner we had charcuterie, which is a pretentious way, more or less, of saying you had a ploughman's lunch, which is in itself a pretentious way of saying we had meats and cheese and pickles and bread and Pâté for dinner. Pâté is a pretentious way of saying goose liver. Well, it's not pretentious if you're French, of course. I suppose "goose liver" is pretentious to French people, who would just say Pâté.
This is getting silly.
We watched the rest of season one of Shetland today and the first 2 episodes of season 2 as well. The plotting is much tighter in season one. They're based on actual novels, and season 2 uses original story lines. We'll see if it picks up a bit.
Been a long day. Work beckons in about 7 hours, so I will turn in.
See you tomorrow, you lovely people, you.
Bevboy
Spent a couple hours today working on two different true crime columns. One is for an upcoming Frank, and the other is preliminary work for what I hope will be a follow up piece on an article that ran there recently.
For dinner we had charcuterie, which is a pretentious way, more or less, of saying you had a ploughman's lunch, which is in itself a pretentious way of saying we had meats and cheese and pickles and bread and Pâté for dinner. Pâté is a pretentious way of saying goose liver. Well, it's not pretentious if you're French, of course. I suppose "goose liver" is pretentious to French people, who would just say Pâté.
This is getting silly.
We watched the rest of season one of Shetland today and the first 2 episodes of season 2 as well. The plotting is much tighter in season one. They're based on actual novels, and season 2 uses original story lines. We'll see if it picks up a bit.
Been a long day. Work beckons in about 7 hours, so I will turn in.
See you tomorrow, you lovely people, you.
Bevboy
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Post 3365 - Saturday
After one am on Sunday.
Saturday morning, we drove to the other part of the province to meet the father and brother of the person who went missing all those years ago. Patricia was there with me and felt the emotion of the moment along with me.
After we talked, we drove out to where the person was last seen. The father dropped off the loved one, who walked around the corner and was never seen again. The father pulled a U turn in the empty lot. I shot video and took pictures of the apartment building from the outside, got video and pics of the place that used to be the vacant lot and which is now a condo building.
And after we said our goodbyes, the father and his other son left us, by doing a U-turn in the parking lot of the building, just like he did in 1998.
It was about 1:30 by the time we finished, so we drove to a restaurant and grabbed a bite before returning to the city. We purchased some groceries at Superstore in Bayer's Lake before coming back home around 4:15.
We watched the first episode of a U.K. crime series on Netflix called Shetland. After that I was so tired, drained from the experience of talking to this man and his son about his missing child, that I had to take a nap. After I got up, around 9, we watched the second part of that show, and then two more episodes.
Sheland takes place on the Sheland Islands in Scotland. We have to have the subtitles on as they speak in an accent that is impenetrable by times, and the characters lapse into Gaelic phrases. It is a detective series mostly set in a town called Lerwick, where an inordinate number of murders takes place relative to its population.
It makes me wonder why nobody has ever done a similar television series set in Halifax. Phonse Jessome has written a crime novel taking place here. Anne Emery continues to write mystery novels set in Halifax. Phonse's series is likely going to be much grittier than Emery's, but that is just me guessing.
It is now past 1:30. When I get up I have to do a fair amount of work on this missing persons case. I have a tight deadline to finish a couple of tasks by the end of the day.
You have a good evening.
Talk at ya later.
Bevboy
Saturday morning, we drove to the other part of the province to meet the father and brother of the person who went missing all those years ago. Patricia was there with me and felt the emotion of the moment along with me.
After we talked, we drove out to where the person was last seen. The father dropped off the loved one, who walked around the corner and was never seen again. The father pulled a U turn in the empty lot. I shot video and took pictures of the apartment building from the outside, got video and pics of the place that used to be the vacant lot and which is now a condo building.
And after we said our goodbyes, the father and his other son left us, by doing a U-turn in the parking lot of the building, just like he did in 1998.
It was about 1:30 by the time we finished, so we drove to a restaurant and grabbed a bite before returning to the city. We purchased some groceries at Superstore in Bayer's Lake before coming back home around 4:15.
We watched the first episode of a U.K. crime series on Netflix called Shetland. After that I was so tired, drained from the experience of talking to this man and his son about his missing child, that I had to take a nap. After I got up, around 9, we watched the second part of that show, and then two more episodes.
Sheland takes place on the Sheland Islands in Scotland. We have to have the subtitles on as they speak in an accent that is impenetrable by times, and the characters lapse into Gaelic phrases. It is a detective series mostly set in a town called Lerwick, where an inordinate number of murders takes place relative to its population.
It makes me wonder why nobody has ever done a similar television series set in Halifax. Phonse Jessome has written a crime novel taking place here. Anne Emery continues to write mystery novels set in Halifax. Phonse's series is likely going to be much grittier than Emery's, but that is just me guessing.
It is now past 1:30. When I get up I have to do a fair amount of work on this missing persons case. I have a tight deadline to finish a couple of tasks by the end of the day.
You have a good evening.
Talk at ya later.
Bevboy
Friday, September 9, 2016
Post 3364 - Friday
Just past 10pm.
I have spent the last hour or so researching and writing questions for my interview with the father and son of the missing person I'll be interviewing tomorrow morning. A very sad story.
This story has had quite a bit of coverage over the years. My challenge will be to try to cover material that hasn't been covered before. I will do my best.
When we finish, we will likely return to the city right away. There is some kind of Italian festival in Halifax over the weekend.
My eyes just alighted on a book on the bookshelf next to me. Here is a picture of it:
I know it looks a little washed out. Sorry. It's the flash from my camera.
I have an awful lot of books. I don't know if I can let them go. Maybe some of them. But so many have sentimental value to me. This is but one of them.
In my home town of Port Williams, for many years, there was a convenience store. It went through many owners over the years, but one consistency was that, in the corner, as you walked in, there was a bookcase, full of books donated by some charity to raise money for that charity. Every book was 25 cents apiece.
Over the years, I picked up... my frig, a couple hundred books, mostly paperbacks, and mostly vintage things. Books that were very long since out of print. Books I had never heard of before by authors with whom I was unfamiliar. I mean, I had heard of John D. MacDonald and his Travis McGee series, but I had no idea he had written dozens of other, non-series novels. Most of those books, I picked up from that bookshelf, a few at a time, over the course of years, whenever the gods who deposited the desired books, did so.
One day, and it must have been quite a while ago because it was before I would write the date and location of purchase of every book I acquired, I picked up the above book. I am nearly positive that I got it from that bookshelf.
I had, of course, heard of the Saturday Evening Post. I knew they published fiction. I did not know it had been fiction that some might consider to be "significant". I just knew that the cover intrigued me. And it was only 25 cents. (I later learned that there was a second cover to that book, which intrigued me less!)
There is not much more to this story. I have had this book all these years. From time to time, I misplace it, and then it turns up again. I have never read any of the stories in it, but the descriptions on the back cover, below, still interest me enough to want to read them, if that makes any sense.
Here is the inside front page:
Now, who woudn't want to sit down and peruse a story or two or three? Why haven't I read this book a dozen times?
I don't know. I wish I had an answer.
I have owned the book for likely the better part of 30 years and haven't read it yet, even though I feel I should. Life got in the way. I read too many bloated, over written, over long novels, when I should perhaps have been concentrating on shorter fiction. I have had my work. I have had my Toastmasters. I have had my sleep. Maybe I should have had less of each. Maybe I should not have had the book in the first place.
Helluva a cover, though, isn't it? And, it did provide part of a blog post, too, so there is that.
I have a long day tomorrow. Think I will turn in.
See you then.
Bevboy
I have spent the last hour or so researching and writing questions for my interview with the father and son of the missing person I'll be interviewing tomorrow morning. A very sad story.
This story has had quite a bit of coverage over the years. My challenge will be to try to cover material that hasn't been covered before. I will do my best.
When we finish, we will likely return to the city right away. There is some kind of Italian festival in Halifax over the weekend.
My eyes just alighted on a book on the bookshelf next to me. Here is a picture of it:
I know it looks a little washed out. Sorry. It's the flash from my camera.
I have an awful lot of books. I don't know if I can let them go. Maybe some of them. But so many have sentimental value to me. This is but one of them.
In my home town of Port Williams, for many years, there was a convenience store. It went through many owners over the years, but one consistency was that, in the corner, as you walked in, there was a bookcase, full of books donated by some charity to raise money for that charity. Every book was 25 cents apiece.
Over the years, I picked up... my frig, a couple hundred books, mostly paperbacks, and mostly vintage things. Books that were very long since out of print. Books I had never heard of before by authors with whom I was unfamiliar. I mean, I had heard of John D. MacDonald and his Travis McGee series, but I had no idea he had written dozens of other, non-series novels. Most of those books, I picked up from that bookshelf, a few at a time, over the course of years, whenever the gods who deposited the desired books, did so.
One day, and it must have been quite a while ago because it was before I would write the date and location of purchase of every book I acquired, I picked up the above book. I am nearly positive that I got it from that bookshelf.
I had, of course, heard of the Saturday Evening Post. I knew they published fiction. I did not know it had been fiction that some might consider to be "significant". I just knew that the cover intrigued me. And it was only 25 cents. (I later learned that there was a second cover to that book, which intrigued me less!)
There is not much more to this story. I have had this book all these years. From time to time, I misplace it, and then it turns up again. I have never read any of the stories in it, but the descriptions on the back cover, below, still interest me enough to want to read them, if that makes any sense.
Here is the inside front page:
Now, who woudn't want to sit down and peruse a story or two or three? Why haven't I read this book a dozen times?
I don't know. I wish I had an answer.
I have owned the book for likely the better part of 30 years and haven't read it yet, even though I feel I should. Life got in the way. I read too many bloated, over written, over long novels, when I should perhaps have been concentrating on shorter fiction. I have had my work. I have had my Toastmasters. I have had my sleep. Maybe I should have had less of each. Maybe I should not have had the book in the first place.
Helluva a cover, though, isn't it? And, it did provide part of a blog post, too, so there is that.
I have a long day tomorrow. Think I will turn in.
See you then.
Bevboy
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Post 3363 - Thursday
9:45.
One of those sub tropical day in Nova Scotia that make me wonder why pineapples can't grow here. I wore shorts again today, after thinking I shouldn't be wearing them after Labour Day. But regular pants would have been too much.
I am going to have to come up with some new topics. I was writing about radio here until Frank Magazine hired me to do that. I was writing about missing persons and unsolved murders until... Frank Magazine hired me to do that, too. That leaves me discussing what I did today. And my hair.
I am thinking of getting my hair cut tomorrow night after work. There is a barber shop on the way home, in Lakeside. I wrote about it before, the last time I was there, in June. With all due respect to Sailor Bup's, and to Floyd and her hubby Mark, and all the people who work there, it is downtown, and it is not that convenient for me to get there. Fine Lines in Lakeside, I drive past every day on my way to work, and every night on my way home. Easy Peasy.
Saturday morning we get up earlier than normal to drive to the home of the father of a missing person. This is a person I have been very much looking forward to talking to. The man's son's disappearance is very mysterious, and I am sure I have a lot to learn about it. That all happens on Saturday. I hope you pick up the resultant article in Frank Magazine, probably some time in October.
I think I will turn in. Another long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
One of those sub tropical day in Nova Scotia that make me wonder why pineapples can't grow here. I wore shorts again today, after thinking I shouldn't be wearing them after Labour Day. But regular pants would have been too much.
I am going to have to come up with some new topics. I was writing about radio here until Frank Magazine hired me to do that. I was writing about missing persons and unsolved murders until... Frank Magazine hired me to do that, too. That leaves me discussing what I did today. And my hair.
I am thinking of getting my hair cut tomorrow night after work. There is a barber shop on the way home, in Lakeside. I wrote about it before, the last time I was there, in June. With all due respect to Sailor Bup's, and to Floyd and her hubby Mark, and all the people who work there, it is downtown, and it is not that convenient for me to get there. Fine Lines in Lakeside, I drive past every day on my way to work, and every night on my way home. Easy Peasy.
Saturday morning we get up earlier than normal to drive to the home of the father of a missing person. This is a person I have been very much looking forward to talking to. The man's son's disappearance is very mysterious, and I am sure I have a lot to learn about it. That all happens on Saturday. I hope you pick up the resultant article in Frank Magazine, probably some time in October.
I think I will turn in. Another long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Post 3362 - Wednesday
Around 9:45.
I've spend the last 30 minutes researching my next Frank media column. I think this will be a fairly big story, and one that will be important read, as long as I handle it correctly. No hints. Don't bother asking.
(I mean, if you're Megan Fox, you might be able to kiss the answer out of me, but otherwise, you're out of luck. Sorry about that.)
We had our first Toastmasters meeting of the season tonight. We decided to have a round of what we did on our Summer vacation, and then talk about how to improve club attendance and membership. Plenty of good ideas were discussed, and I look forward to see how they are implemented.
Got home around 8pm. Had a little shave because after 24 hours, my manly face was rough and needed attention.
Hey, I booked my next missing persons case interview today. We will be busy on Saturday.
I think I will turn in. Been a long day.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I've spend the last 30 minutes researching my next Frank media column. I think this will be a fairly big story, and one that will be important read, as long as I handle it correctly. No hints. Don't bother asking.
(I mean, if you're Megan Fox, you might be able to kiss the answer out of me, but otherwise, you're out of luck. Sorry about that.)
We had our first Toastmasters meeting of the season tonight. We decided to have a round of what we did on our Summer vacation, and then talk about how to improve club attendance and membership. Plenty of good ideas were discussed, and I look forward to see how they are implemented.
Got home around 8pm. Had a little shave because after 24 hours, my manly face was rough and needed attention.
Hey, I booked my next missing persons case interview today. We will be busy on Saturday.
I think I will turn in. Been a long day.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Post 3361 - Tuesday
I think I have a case of the vapours.
Whatever that means.
All I know is that some Southern women complain about having it. I have always gathered it had something to do with the climate down there, that it is so hot that one is overcome by the heat and the humidity and must recline so as not to pass out
It is like that here, in parts of Nova Scotia.
This summer has been very warm, with very little rain relative to what we need. Today has been crazy humid, and while that might normally lead to rain, it hasn't, and it won't.
People with wells are worried that they will run dry. Fire departments are letting people go and take showers and maybe even fill up some bottles of drinking water. Municipalities are asking people not to use water for things like watering plants.
There is no real end in sight. There might be some rain this weekend, but nobody is counting on it.
This is pure delight to the wine industry in the Valley. It is apparently a bumper crop of grapes this year, so this means there should be plenty of wine next year, which makes the 450 000 or so women in Nova Scotia pretty happy. I can imagine they will be dragging their significant others to the wineries next year, salivating for new product.
First day back to work after Labour Day. I wore pants today for the first time in over a month. I was wearing walking shorts for the intervening period. Don't worry. I wasn't wearing around like Donald Duck or anything.
It looks as though I will be interviewing the father of a missing person this coming weekend. I will tell you more about it, minus the names, once I get the appointment booked. Of course, the article will eventually appear in Frank Magazine.
Speaking of which, I provide the following link, about my editor's appearance in court today. Because I am a provincial civil servant, and this is a case before the provincial courts, I do not think it wise to comment on this case. You can guess how I feel about it, and you'd probably be right. I will leave it at that.
Of course, you can google and find plenty more articles.
I think I will call it an early night. Too hot to keep typing.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
Whatever that means.
All I know is that some Southern women complain about having it. I have always gathered it had something to do with the climate down there, that it is so hot that one is overcome by the heat and the humidity and must recline so as not to pass out
It is like that here, in parts of Nova Scotia.
This summer has been very warm, with very little rain relative to what we need. Today has been crazy humid, and while that might normally lead to rain, it hasn't, and it won't.
People with wells are worried that they will run dry. Fire departments are letting people go and take showers and maybe even fill up some bottles of drinking water. Municipalities are asking people not to use water for things like watering plants.
There is no real end in sight. There might be some rain this weekend, but nobody is counting on it.
This is pure delight to the wine industry in the Valley. It is apparently a bumper crop of grapes this year, so this means there should be plenty of wine next year, which makes the 450 000 or so women in Nova Scotia pretty happy. I can imagine they will be dragging their significant others to the wineries next year, salivating for new product.
First day back to work after Labour Day. I wore pants today for the first time in over a month. I was wearing walking shorts for the intervening period. Don't worry. I wasn't wearing around like Donald Duck or anything.
It looks as though I will be interviewing the father of a missing person this coming weekend. I will tell you more about it, minus the names, once I get the appointment booked. Of course, the article will eventually appear in Frank Magazine.
Speaking of which, I provide the following link, about my editor's appearance in court today. Because I am a provincial civil servant, and this is a case before the provincial courts, I do not think it wise to comment on this case. You can guess how I feel about it, and you'd probably be right. I will leave it at that.
Of course, you can google and find plenty more articles.
I think I will call it an early night. Too hot to keep typing.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
Monday, September 5, 2016
Post 3360 - Monday
Past 9pm.
A four day weekend is behind us. I can say that we had much more fun this long weekend than we have in quite a few years. Lots of running the roads.
Sunday, we went to the home of Patti Shea's parents. Patti is one of the 4.7, and I have a picture of her holding a sign asking... oh, to hell with it. Here is the picture.
Anyway, she became an early reader of the blog, and I am still not sure why. At one point, I mailed her some blog business cards, but she misplaced them in a move, so I gave her a fresh one yesterday.
We had a great time at the party. My editor at Frank, and his wife, were there, along with many other people I only met yesterday. We all share some laughs. Patricia had a nice glass of wine.
We left around 4:30 and walked through the Public Gardens for a spell before leaving and walking up Spring Garden Road, before we decided to grab some dinner at Mexicali Rosa's. Hadn't eaten there in years and years, long before they moved to their present location, which I still think of as the Thirsty Duck location.
We had a decent meal. I had the chicken chimichanga. If there was any chicken in that chimichanga, it ran through it out the door, down the street and took the closest cab, in an effort to save its miserable life. Patricia's chicken burrito was also sans fowl. We both enjoyed, however, the rice and refried beans. The appetizer chips with salsa was terrific, though.
For dessert we had fried ice cream. That was nice.
Dinner came to about 50 bucks, including tip.
We will not be running back there.
We wandered our way back to the car, which we had parked on Summer Street, cutting through the Public Gardens again. We encountered an injured pigeon. It seemed to have at least a broken wing, maybe even a broken back. After a few minutes of writhing around, it died in front of us. Meanwhile, a murder of crows caw'd repeatedly above us. I can only imagine what happened to that bird's carcass after we left.
We got home. Watched some stuff on Netflix. And turned in comparatively early.
Today has been about sleeping in and doing some stuff around the house. The coffee table we threw out on Sunday is not missed in the least.
So, it's nearly 9:30. Back to reality on Tuesday. Another long weekend in the history books. Where do they do, anyway?
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
A four day weekend is behind us. I can say that we had much more fun this long weekend than we have in quite a few years. Lots of running the roads.
Sunday, we went to the home of Patti Shea's parents. Patti is one of the 4.7, and I have a picture of her holding a sign asking... oh, to hell with it. Here is the picture.
Anyway, she became an early reader of the blog, and I am still not sure why. At one point, I mailed her some blog business cards, but she misplaced them in a move, so I gave her a fresh one yesterday.
We had a great time at the party. My editor at Frank, and his wife, were there, along with many other people I only met yesterday. We all share some laughs. Patricia had a nice glass of wine.
We left around 4:30 and walked through the Public Gardens for a spell before leaving and walking up Spring Garden Road, before we decided to grab some dinner at Mexicali Rosa's. Hadn't eaten there in years and years, long before they moved to their present location, which I still think of as the Thirsty Duck location.
We had a decent meal. I had the chicken chimichanga. If there was any chicken in that chimichanga, it ran through it out the door, down the street and took the closest cab, in an effort to save its miserable life. Patricia's chicken burrito was also sans fowl. We both enjoyed, however, the rice and refried beans. The appetizer chips with salsa was terrific, though.
For dessert we had fried ice cream. That was nice.
Dinner came to about 50 bucks, including tip.
We will not be running back there.
We wandered our way back to the car, which we had parked on Summer Street, cutting through the Public Gardens again. We encountered an injured pigeon. It seemed to have at least a broken wing, maybe even a broken back. After a few minutes of writhing around, it died in front of us. Meanwhile, a murder of crows caw'd repeatedly above us. I can only imagine what happened to that bird's carcass after we left.
We got home. Watched some stuff on Netflix. And turned in comparatively early.
Today has been about sleeping in and doing some stuff around the house. The coffee table we threw out on Sunday is not missed in the least.
So, it's nearly 9:30. Back to reality on Tuesday. Another long weekend in the history books. Where do they do, anyway?
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Post 3359 - Sunday
Very late. Long, eventful day. Will tell you all about it... tomorrow.
With pictures!
See you then.
Bevboy
With pictures!
See you then.
Bevboy
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Post 3358 - Saturday
Nearly 10:30pm.
Sorry I didn't write on Friday. We had an abrupt change of plans.
Well, maybe not so abrupt.
We decided Friday morning not to go to the cottage this weekend. Instead, we did a Valley trip, and only returned this evening. While down there we went to some wineries and spent some time at the Port Williams distillery.
When I was growing up in Port Williams, many years ago, I never thought, in my life time, that there would be a pub there, a brewery there, a distillery there. Well, there are two breweries there now, across the parking lot from each other, plus the distillery. Blows me away, when I think of it.
From the distillery, we drove the short distance to the Planter's Ridge winery on Church Street. It is rapidly becoming our fave winery down there. Glorious views of farmland along with products other than actual wine. They sell a mead that makes me want to cry, it tastes so good. If you want, they can serve you a glass of wine or mead along with a charcuterie board, which is what we did today.
We got to the Bevboy family home, dropped off our stuff, and drove to nearby Canning. I had promised to take Patricia to the new diner in town, a gluten-free place called Crystany's Brasserie.
We walked in, expecting a greasy spoon place. Were we wrong. We were given the option of eating upstairs. "Upstairs!, I said". Had no idea there was an upstairs.
The interior is beautiful. The co-owner is an interior designer, and it shows in the tasteful appointments.
I have to back up for a moment. The location where the Brasserie is was where there was a diner years and years ago. I was reminded of the name, "The Light Lunch". I believe there was a fire there in the 1970's, and it was allowed to rot away to the point where, when they took over the space, the original location was razed, and then the new building, occupying the same footings, took its place. If they kept anything from the old location, I would like to know what it was. Maybe they found a loose nail amidst the rubble and incorporated it into the new structure some how.
We decided to sit upstairs by the window that overlooks Canning's main street. I ordered the chicken and wild mushroom linguine. Patricia had the salmon. The food was excellent. The sauce complemented the pasta in a way that is hard to describe, but it was beautiful. Patricia's salmon melted in her mouth. If it hadn't been unseemly, we would have licked the plates. We ended up sharing the blueberry shortcake. She had tea. I stuck with water.
Total dinner bill, with gratuity, came to 60 dollars. We have had dinners at Swiss Chalet that cost as much, or more, and which we liked far less.
We waddled to the car and drove to Coldbrook. We ended up at Guy's Frenchy's before returning to the house. Netflix kept us occupied until we turned in.
This morning we decided to return to Canning for breakfast. The first Saturday in a given month is when the local Baptist church hosts a brekky. Free will offering. We each chipped in 5 dollars. Eggs plus toast and beans and a pancake and bacon and sausage. Coffee or tea. Juice if you want it. Best deal in town.
We checked out a yard sale in Canard before going to New Minas and visiting the new Value Village store. I got some interesting books, like I don't have enough already. Patricia got some stuff. Wolfville beckoned. We went to the Farmers' Market and Just Us! and the Box of Delights and the Rainbow's End books before we returned to the car and then to the house, where we watched the last few episodes of The Riches on Netflix. Loved the show. What a damned shame it was canceled after that second season.
We locked up the place and then went back to Planter's Ridge, had that charcuterie board I mentioned earlier, and drove back to the city.
Tonight, I had a shower and am nice and clean and ready for my day tomorrow. Something neat will happen.
Something else happened tonight. The father of a missing person contacted me. I had been trying to contact this man for some time. No dice. Then, he writes me and says he would "love" to talk to me about his missing loved one. Will try to do that next weekend. It is a very perplexing case that has had quite a bit of ink over the years. I look forward to exploring this story further.
I think I will turn in. A very long day.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sorry I didn't write on Friday. We had an abrupt change of plans.
Well, maybe not so abrupt.
We decided Friday morning not to go to the cottage this weekend. Instead, we did a Valley trip, and only returned this evening. While down there we went to some wineries and spent some time at the Port Williams distillery.
When I was growing up in Port Williams, many years ago, I never thought, in my life time, that there would be a pub there, a brewery there, a distillery there. Well, there are two breweries there now, across the parking lot from each other, plus the distillery. Blows me away, when I think of it.
From the distillery, we drove the short distance to the Planter's Ridge winery on Church Street. It is rapidly becoming our fave winery down there. Glorious views of farmland along with products other than actual wine. They sell a mead that makes me want to cry, it tastes so good. If you want, they can serve you a glass of wine or mead along with a charcuterie board, which is what we did today.
We got to the Bevboy family home, dropped off our stuff, and drove to nearby Canning. I had promised to take Patricia to the new diner in town, a gluten-free place called Crystany's Brasserie.
We walked in, expecting a greasy spoon place. Were we wrong. We were given the option of eating upstairs. "Upstairs!, I said". Had no idea there was an upstairs.
The interior is beautiful. The co-owner is an interior designer, and it shows in the tasteful appointments.
I have to back up for a moment. The location where the Brasserie is was where there was a diner years and years ago. I was reminded of the name, "The Light Lunch". I believe there was a fire there in the 1970's, and it was allowed to rot away to the point where, when they took over the space, the original location was razed, and then the new building, occupying the same footings, took its place. If they kept anything from the old location, I would like to know what it was. Maybe they found a loose nail amidst the rubble and incorporated it into the new structure some how.
We decided to sit upstairs by the window that overlooks Canning's main street. I ordered the chicken and wild mushroom linguine. Patricia had the salmon. The food was excellent. The sauce complemented the pasta in a way that is hard to describe, but it was beautiful. Patricia's salmon melted in her mouth. If it hadn't been unseemly, we would have licked the plates. We ended up sharing the blueberry shortcake. She had tea. I stuck with water.
Total dinner bill, with gratuity, came to 60 dollars. We have had dinners at Swiss Chalet that cost as much, or more, and which we liked far less.
We waddled to the car and drove to Coldbrook. We ended up at Guy's Frenchy's before returning to the house. Netflix kept us occupied until we turned in.
This morning we decided to return to Canning for breakfast. The first Saturday in a given month is when the local Baptist church hosts a brekky. Free will offering. We each chipped in 5 dollars. Eggs plus toast and beans and a pancake and bacon and sausage. Coffee or tea. Juice if you want it. Best deal in town.
We checked out a yard sale in Canard before going to New Minas and visiting the new Value Village store. I got some interesting books, like I don't have enough already. Patricia got some stuff. Wolfville beckoned. We went to the Farmers' Market and Just Us! and the Box of Delights and the Rainbow's End books before we returned to the car and then to the house, where we watched the last few episodes of The Riches on Netflix. Loved the show. What a damned shame it was canceled after that second season.
We locked up the place and then went back to Planter's Ridge, had that charcuterie board I mentioned earlier, and drove back to the city.
Tonight, I had a shower and am nice and clean and ready for my day tomorrow. Something neat will happen.
Something else happened tonight. The father of a missing person contacted me. I had been trying to contact this man for some time. No dice. Then, he writes me and says he would "love" to talk to me about his missing loved one. Will try to do that next weekend. It is a very perplexing case that has had quite a bit of ink over the years. I look forward to exploring this story further.
I think I will turn in. A very long day.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Post 3357 - Thursday
Just past 9:30.
We should have known better. We put out some clothes on the line this morning. That always means that it will rain during the day. And, it did, today. Rained like a bugger, to be honest with you. Those clothes are drenched. Ironically enough, we will have to re-wash them to make them dryer than they are now.
We got home late because we grabbed some dinner at the Smitty's in Tantallon. That was after having breakfast at Smitty's this morning, the one that's downtown. We still prefer the latter one. The food is better. The service is better.
It has been a long day. Even though I am off work on Friday, it promises to be a long day, too. I think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We should have known better. We put out some clothes on the line this morning. That always means that it will rain during the day. And, it did, today. Rained like a bugger, to be honest with you. Those clothes are drenched. Ironically enough, we will have to re-wash them to make them dryer than they are now.
We got home late because we grabbed some dinner at the Smitty's in Tantallon. That was after having breakfast at Smitty's this morning, the one that's downtown. We still prefer the latter one. The food is better. The service is better.
It has been a long day. Even though I am off work on Friday, it promises to be a long day, too. I think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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