- Just as I was regretting not filling page after page of this journal daily, another local whose on-again-off-again affair with sharing Dartmouth politicking online has returned to the seasonal blogosphere. momof3npt always promises a fair-minded and even-handed discussion. In fact, I look forward to her musings on or explanation of/instruction at being fair-minded and even-handed, particularly when the going gets rough, like when she explains the need for quality public education to local illiterates who think paying taxes is for rubes.
- Although, as a general rule, I tend to shy from vocal fans of Dennis Miller.
- Another on-again-off-again voice here on The Beach was "SouthCoast Blogger," who promised to "'blog' about "all things SouthCoast" on her "blog," which she called "a blog" way back in 2007.
- After two months or so of what promised to be insightful -- if not particularly spell- or fact-checked -- "blogging," the "blog" stopped. I do understand that her business, or cottage industry (darrrrrling Sarah Palin T-shirts for kids -- "outselling Obama and McCain 5 to 1") may have taken off due to her "blogging," and thus she had to let the toobz cool for a while. And no longer "blog" there.
- It would be nice, however, if she surrendered the "SouthCoast Blogger" monicker so that someone who might actually blog about all things SouthCoast -- or anything, for that matter -- might actually blog about all things SouthCoast and use a blog title like "SouthCoast Blogger."
- Although it is my belief that the interweb-savvy mom of 2 was surreptitiously sewing up the title to keep "whack job bloggahs" from ruining public discussion of issues of relevance to the literate or civically-active.
- Although I may have mentioned at some time in the past that,
like anyone else with ties to Fall River (I was born there, at Saint Anne's, inI must thank My Friend Sue for a delightful tour of the Lizzie Borden Bed & Breakfast Museum last night in -- where else? -- Fall River. Good friends -- old and new -- plus good food at Apsara, who does not have a flattering website. (I just wish that the Apsara menu weren't so maddeningly diverse in scope and choice. Vietnamese, Cambodian, Thai, You could spend hours just reading it, never mind deciding what to enjoy.)
a ward that's now a parking lot), I can appreciate the Lizzie Borden story.
Friends of mine have made a living by researching, writing about, and telling
that story. I feel, however, that she is a very small, morbid part of Fall
River's rich history. A history that cannot be adequately told with gory parlor scenes...
- The auction of the Central Congregational/Abbey Grill? Postponed until May. That should give you time to shake off that silly recession and put together the capital to save the place.
- I'm always heartened to remember that the beginning of Spring corresponds to a boyhood chum's birthday. Have a nice weekend, Steve.
- Spring is late this year. Officially. Because for the past two years, on March 23, I published this:
The official heralds of Spring. The crocuses, the daffodils are waiting for that inevitable last snow before really making their move to bloom. The witch hazel, having shocked the grey landscape for the past few weeks, fades back to make way for the more overt forsythia. The ground softens and a few blades of new green disturb enough earth to freshen the atmosphere with a whisper: "Every morning will smell like this." And soon, an evening will smell like steaks on the grill, saltmarsh, and beer. Best wishes.
This year, I heard the first of 'em on March 25.