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Four a.m. No better antidote to the pre-dawn blues than reading about the birds you’re up before. This is one of those pieces of advice the giver would do well to remember to take more often himself, but here's what I recommend. Have a couple of field guides and bird books in the house, keep them within easy reach; when you find yourself wide awake in the predawn dark and the goblins and trolls start to work, grab those books and start reading about birds. It won't be exactly like the arrival of the eagles but it's much more of... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Lance Mannion
Frank, That would be Warren G. Harding. Are you trying to warn us about something about Kasich? If Kasich was planning to stay in Ohio, I probably wouldn't find reason to write about him. But it's not my doing that he's talking about running for President of the United States, it's his own---and maybe God's. Still waiting to hear on that.---and last I checked the United States includes 49 other states besides Ohio, so he's invited all of us non-Buckeyes to offer our opinions about him.
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Don’t say it… Telling people to relax is not as aggressive as shooting them, but it’s up there. ---from “The Good Samaritan” by Thomas McGuane. Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at Lance Mannion
Has God spoken to John Kasich yet to tell him whether or not he should run for President? When God does get back to Kasich, I wonder how he’ll do it? Handwriting on a wall? In a still, small voice? Will the skies open up? Will a burning bush be involved? He could speak to Kasich in a dream. Ample precedent for that. Angelic messengers are another favorite mode of divine communication. Maybe he’ll text. Or tweet. God is on Twitter, you know. Jesus H. Christ on a cracker! There’s a politician living in America in the 21st Century who... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Lance Mannion
Saturday evening. April 18, 2015. Stop and go on the Henry Hudson on my way into the city tonight. More stop than go so I had plenty of opportunity and time to study the scenery which, traveling south on the parkway is all off to the right, looking across the Hudson River to New Jersey. Beautiful evening. The walkway busy with walkers, joggers, bikers, sitters on benches and the grass-ers, and stander-arounders. Among the stander-arounders was a man at the water’s edge, cradling his dog in his arms and holding him up to look out over a railing at some... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Lance Mannion
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Group of us took Uncle Merlin out for his birthday last night. Somebody ought to promote this place. People should know about it. Might become popular. Kim Summerson and the Cafe Wha? Band performing “Empire State of Mind.” Cafe Wha? Greenwich Village. Saturday night. April 18, 2015. Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Lance Mannion
Generally, I’m the soul of cheerfulness. In fact, that’s my reputation as blogger. “That Mannion fellow,” people say, “He’s the soul of cheerfulness, isn’t he? A regular ray of sunshine!” Readers tell me that’s why they come here, to have their days brightened, their hearts gladdened, and their spirits lifted by the unflagging good humor, congeniality, and whimsicality that prevail here at the Mannionville Pierside Fish House and Internet Cafe---All You Can Eat Buffet. Live Music Nightly. Try Our Homemade Turtle Stew. And it’s true. I’m usually jolly and full of mirth. But it’s also true, as people who know... Continue reading
Posted Apr 18, 2015 at Lance Mannion
Maybe it’s not that they want all the money. Maybe they just want a little respect. Respect of a certain kind. Maybe if we make them think we think of them the way they think of themselves. We could give them titles. Lord Jamie Dimon. David, Earl of Koch. We can hire the homeless to line the streets and cheer as they pass. Then we can go about the business of making decent livings while they return to their McCastles happily telling themselves, “My people, they love me!” __________________________________ See what digby says on The Aristocrats! Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2015 at Lance Mannion
Saturday. April 11, 2015. Just back from the post office where I watched a postal worker turn into a machine right before my eyes. I’ve seen this happen before. Many times. And not just to postal workers. You’ve seen it too, I’m sure. Postal workers, store clerks, low level functionaries working the counter any place where your needs and interests collide with those of a public or private bureaucracy---all at once a seemingly nice and helpful human being or at least a not overtly hostile one ceases to be nice and helpful and becomes if not overtly hostile maddeningly passive-aggressive... Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2015 at Lance Mannion
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Mrs M is enjoying her new job and thriving as a New York City professional. She even likes her commute. Her company is a good and civilized place to work and offers many perks. But they didn't give her a cell phone or a laptop and she needs both to do her job. No heaven on earth, right. She's using her own cell but she's been sharing laptops with the Mannion guys and me. Tomorrow, though, the company's sending her to Washington D.C. and she can't take any of our laptops with her. Thanks to readers’ generosity and a gift... Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2015 at Lance Mannion
Friday evening. 6:50 p.m. 37 degrees. On 17K. Passing the airport. Fog. The red and blue runway lights refracted, vivid in color as gemstones. No other colors but black and gray and the ghastly yellow of far off halogens left in the world. Three Canada geese come out of there and fly across the road, looking as they do in flight as they are pulling themselves along by their necks. Black as bats. Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2015 at Lance Mannion
Friday night. 8 p.m. 57 degrees. At the bus depot waiting for Mrs M to get in. Parked facing into the cattail marsh at the edge of the lot. Windows down to let in the cool but fresh breeze. Across the marsh and through the trees can see the lights of cars and trucks coming down the exit ramp from the Thruway but I can’t hear them. They’re drowned out by the peepers singing with mad joy in the marsh. How many peepers can one marsh accommodate? However many this one is home to, it’s enough to fill the night.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2015 at Lance Mannion
At the cafe at Barnes and Noble, three baristas, all college-age women, gathered behind the counter to swap tales of their days as one is preparing to clock out. She has a word of warning about a new colleague who, apparently fortunately, is done and gone for the day. “He’s like, This is why you need a man around here. Excuse me? Excuse me! This cafe worked just fine with all women!” Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2015 at Lance Mannion
Yankee snobbery. Most things are close in and close by here in the Northeast. You forget how empty it is out there and how far away. They set out in the middle of June, in Mary’s big Lincoln, heading for the great, nearly empty stretches of Northern Montana, where underpopulated counties would deny the government’s right to tax them, attempt to secede from the Union, issue their own money in the form of scrip. Some radicalized soothsayer would arise---a crop duster, a diesel mechanic, a gunsmith---then fade away, and the region would go back to sparse agriculture, a cow every... Continue reading
Posted Apr 10, 2015 at Lance Mannion
It’s vital that we make sure that somebody somewhere isn’t getting something for nothing. Even if it’s just one person. It’s even more vital that every millionaire gets to make and keep every last penny possible. Once those two things are assured then we can…Well, then we can nothing. Nothing else needs to be done. What else matters? Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Lance Mannion
The working world is staffed with people whose whole job is to tell you, “I’m sorry, that’s your problem to solve. You can visit our website or I can transfer you to someone who will explain how you can do for yourself what our company used to pay people to do for our customers back when we gave a damn. I’ll have to put you on hold. Do you mind waiting?” Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2015 at Lance Mannion
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Monday. April 6, 2015. Couple of wild turkeys attacked my car this morning. I’m not kidding. Two of them charged the car intent on doing it grievous harm. I was driving along a stretch of road that winds through patches of open woodland but is a connector of suburban neighborhoods sprawling out of (or into) the city of Newburgh. It’s scenic but it’s not a country lane and at that hour, around nine, is still busy with commuters. In other words, it’s not a road turkeys ought to have any business on. But there they were, the pair of them,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2015 at Lance Mannion
I'm very sorry to still be doing this. Slowly but surely we're climbing out of the hole last year's hard times put us in, very much due to the generosity of readers like you. But I miscalculated and we're coming up short and need a little more help to get us through the next couple of weeks. So, if you like what goes on around here and you can swing it, please consider making a donation. It'd be much appreciated. Thank you. And thanks to all for reading the blog. Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2015 at Lance Mannion
The cheeriest clerk at the convenience mart, who may be the cheeriest convenience mart clerk in Upstate New York, a robust brunette in her twenties with big dark freckles on her cheeks and a pair of black plastic frame glasses, was greeting all customers this morning with a bright and musical “Happy Easter!” “Are you working all day?” I asked. “Oh no,” she said, “Only till six.” It was a little after eight. Ten hours of Happy Eastering ahead of her. “That’s a long day,” I said. “Yes, but I get to go home to a great Easter dinner. How... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2015 at Lance Mannion
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You have to ask? Who do you think runs this joint anyway? Art’s place, which he shares with his human, Uncle Merlin, North of Boston. Thursday morning. April 2, 2015. Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2015 at Lance Mannion
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Some mornings you need something more comforting than coffee to feel like a person again. Uncle Merlin’s kitchen. North of Boston. Saturday morning. March 21, 2015. Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2015 at Lance Mannion
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Uncle Merlin’s invited us all over for coffee and babka. Seven A.M. Saturday. April 4, 2015. Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2015 at Lance Mannion
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What I greeted me when I went out to the car to make a milk run this morning. This winter will never end. Parking lot of the Mannionville Daily Gazette and Feed & Grain Emporium. Mannionville, New York. Eight a.m. Easter morning. April 5, 2015. 36 degrees. Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2015 at Lance Mannion
Not all Christians worship a God who commands them to be homophobic bigots. The Presbyterians just discovered that their God not only doesn’t object to same-sex marriages, he wants to attend them. Actually, given the “what God has joined together, let no man put asunder” idea that’s a feature of most Christian weddings, this means in effect that he doesn’t just plan to attend, he plans to officiate. NEW YORK -- The Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) approved redefining marriage in the church constitution Tuesday to include a "commitment between two people," becoming the largest Protestant group to formally recognize gay marriage... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2015 at Lance Mannion