Friday, July 10, 2009


  • There's some TallShip™ thing in Boston this weekend. You people never get tired of the pirate crap do you?
  • AHA!, New Bedford's monthly jollification of one more month in New Bedford, went off last night, and its theme was "KIDS RULE." As the World's Youngest Curmudgeon™, I feel that I would be remiss if I didn't say, "NO THEY DON'T."
  • But, I do understand that it's never too early to hoodwink a demographic into thinking that merchants are freely handing them the reins for a limited time in order to whisk them into an all-consuming frenzy of uh, consuming. Something.
  • On the other hand -- suggested by a comment in this article -- if so-called "working age" people took part in anything in New Bedford, maybe somebody will sponsor a "CHEAPASS XENOPHOBIC DOPES RULE" night.
  • I did not, however, notice any presence of the 2008 SouthCoast Youth of the Year, who shared some sick rhymes with the readers of the Standard-Times, yo. Won't be postin' his "letter" here, cuz the wack commenters will only jeer, so click the link to check the think of the SouthCoast Yooth o' tha YEAR!
  • But I couldn't find the gangsta term for "clichĂ©" anywhere.
  • I don't know if anybody remembers that WHTB 1400-AM signed on the air twenty years ago this month. Ask Marc Lemay about turning off the transmitter as WALE and then turning on as WHTB. New owners, new era in broadcasting for Fall River. "Your Hometown Radio," they called it.
  • Of course, 1400's an ethnic ghetto now, but back then, your Home Town's Best ('HTB getit?)radio was a force to be reckoned with on the SouthCoast. Even though nothing had been christened "SouthCoast" yet.
  • Fall River was a sleepy but not slumbering little hamlet, a quiet city with a few distractions and several inflated egos who thought that they ran everything, and mostly everyone quietly assented, because it was easier to just let the delusional stomp about than point out their shortcomings. That was a mistake.
  • On the verge of becoming a city that might aspire to have a verge. A few restaurants started to open or to find that their lunch crowds were becoming actual regulars, which is good for a city that really feels like a small town. Because everyone's related to someone either by birth, marriage, or team affiliation.
  • Funny that I most remember storming out of the Rock Street studios one fine day, taking a right after the big Ruskinian gothic Central Congregational Church and seeing a pal from grammar school (GRAMMAR SCHOOL!) working on the counter of what would eventually become Swede's Cafe.
  • Dave and Karin, and (if I thought really hard for a long while over a cup full of their strong black coffee and a bearclaw) I wish that I could remember everyone else's name. I was there every day for a while, twenty years ago, and now that's closed. Sure, John Brandt (who owns everything else around there) says "temporarily," and he might open it up as something else.
  • But it was gone a long time ago.

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