NOTES FROM THE DUMP

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I WANT TO GO BACK TO GREECE IN THE WORST WAY…

…two years I lived there…I left my heart and soul there in Nea Makri; I met my wife there in the Plaka, I haven’t seen my good friends there – Nikos, Iannis, Nasos and Costa - in nearly 50 years, they may all be dead! And poor Linda is dead.

…plus Nea Makri when I was there was a lonely outpost 26 kilometers north of Athens and there were goats everywhere eating the foliage from the olive trees. It made their coats shiny which was too bad for them because they soon ended up as shiny rugs.

…in the same place today there are high rise gambling casinos a la Atlantic City. Where Alexander the Great came ashore with his legions of soldiers in ancient sailboats and triremes, today gargantuan yachts of the world’s aristocracy now seek a berth in the huge marina built where once there was only the Aegean lapping the shore. It’s a very depressing picture.

Monday, March 7, 2011

IT OCCURS TO ME THAT BEER GOT NOTHING ON CHAMPAGNE…

…when it comes to yeasty eructations, powder river let ‘er buck, give it a rip dude…Budweiser, as it were, cannot hold a candle to a bottle of Australian Yellow Tail champagne when it comes to the belch-a-thon; Australians know about beer yes of course, but geez, what do Aussies know about champagne, for that matter what do I know about Aussies or champagne…well let’s find out…

…and speaking of which I just called my friend John and asked him if he was going out today would he be so kind as to pick me up a bottle (ok, ok, two bottles) of Yellow Tail – I refer to it as – crudely I know – kangaroo piss, and he said he’d be glad to do so and did I want orange juice to go with it to which I said no and he said, ‘No, that would be way too healthy.’

…from my 3rd floor aerie the other day I saw a woman in the parking lot, a woman I had seen a number of times and knew her slightly; as she walked beneath my window I called out to her, holding a bottle of Yellow Tail and two Ball canning jars cum champagne flutes aloft, hey you make do, I said, ‘Hey there, howz things going?’ She smiled and said fine and I said, ‘Want to join me in a bottle of kangaroo piss?’ For an answer I got a very puzzled look from her and a negative head shake as she walked away mumbling…

WHEEEW…I GOTTA LAY OFF THE YELLOW TAIL…

…Criminys, I’m beginning to carry things around in a pouch, I hop instead of walk and I’ve been eating a lot of eucalyptus leaves so I’m cutting back a few bottles per week on my bubbly champagne buddy from Down Under; instead of six a week we’ll try three & see how that works out...moderation in all things, including moderation. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, therefore…I submit -

…it’s been a little cottage industry for several people. That guy selling this wine to the Harmonyville Store is going to get ‘Salesman of the Month’ at this rate, the kids who own the store will be able to go to Europe again this year and my friend John who’s been doing all the footwork is due for a raise…

…I’m not sure that I get anything worthwhile from it unless days on days in a daze counts…and if one persists in leading a life of denial you can get away with (and justify) just about anything…ergo, hold on Dude I gotta pour me a glass of Yellow Tail…

Aye Lad, things were going to be different as I recall; in my youth this is not where I thought I’d be…to think, just think of all the opportunities I didn’t take advantage of, missed completely…ah me…

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen,” John Greenleaf Whittier wrote more than a century ago, “the saddest are these: It might have been!’