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Post by inger on Dec 29, 2022 17:13:45 GMT -5
.Great story indeed Matt. Why am I not surprised that Gregg Allman was a lousy tipper? That would have been during his Cher period (remember the dreadful "Allman and Woman" album he did with her?) My sister lived in Daytona Beach in the early 80s and was a neighbor of Allman's mother Geraldine, who was apparently a very kind and patient woman. Lots of stories indicating that her son had several lifetimes worth of problems. One of which was Cher and another of which was Cutty Sark. Speaking of which -- like all good bartenders (are there any other kind?) you know what people are having. For certain Cutty Sark and Coke is not something on my "must try" list. These guys with all the money in the world drinking rotgut and then leaving crappy tips. Ugh. To my regret I have never become a big Scotch guy -- I love the 50s-60s swinger imagery of high-end Scotch, throwing down 25-year-old Macallan single malt with Frank and Dino and Sammy at The Stork Club -- but at some point I settled on Bourbon as my go-to whiskey. Cutty Sark was one of those Scotch brands -- like Dewar's and J&B -- that advertised in "Sports Illustrated" when I was a kid. I loved the look of the label. My Uncle who loved Scotch called those brands "training wheels Scotch" and said he would only use them to make Rusty Nails or Rob Roys for people who weren't good friends. Any insights on Leon Redbone and to what degree his public persona was an act? Bartenders are God's gift to the world. The best way to get a feeling for what is going on in any town is to plop down at a nice bar and start talking to the barkeep. Forget the tourist information bureau. Anything that matters is known to the man or woman behind the bar. Two martinis at the bar of the Hotel Monte Vista in Flagstaff last January yielded more useful information than any Google search could ever hope to do. Amarillo, Dunedin FL, Florence SC, Louisville, Needles CA, etc -- all places where a bartender pointed me in the right direction. Needles, California. 120 degrees and the home of Snoopy’s whiskered cousin Spike. I hear the scotch to drink is Johnny Walker’s Blue Label. At $250 a bottle, I must plead ignorance. Christopher Hitchens and the former Iraqi royal family’s preference was Johnny Walker Black. I’ve only sampled scotch a couple times and it tasted like iodine to me. Perhaps that was from the rotgut variety of which Pipps’ speaks. There is something therapeutic about watching and making cocktails, but it is the conversation that makes a barstool comfortable. For master bartenders, there is no substitute, as cocktails take on their own personality and transcend the taste of alcohol. Christopher Hitchens, who would sell atheism to Moses if he could, helped settle my mind greatly regarding religion. I’m sure that was unintentional on his part, since I didn’t rum rampant full atheist. His witty, sometimes humorous and oft bitter dialogue regarding the Christian doctrine, as well as some other doctrines of the world helped me feel more secure about my personal doubts. Hail Christopher! I’ll let someone else raise a glass of Johnny Walker Black for you, as I haven’t the taste for alcohol that you did!… |
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Post by rizzuto on Dec 29, 2022 17:31:31 GMT -5
Needles, California. 120 degrees and the home of Snoopy’s whiskered cousin Spike. I hear the scotch to drink is Johnny Walker’s Blue Label. At $250 a bottle, I must plead ignorance. Christopher Hitchens and the former Iraqi royal family’s preference was Johnny Walker Black. I’ve only sampled scotch a couple times and it tasted like iodine to me. Perhaps that was from the rotgut variety of which Pipps’ speaks. There is something therapeutic about watching and making cocktails, but it is the conversation that makes a barstool comfortable. For master bartenders, there is no substitute, as cocktails take on their own personality and transcend the taste of alcohol. Christopher Hitchens, who would sell atheism to Moses if he could, helped settle my mind greatly regarding religion. I’m sure that was unintentional on his part, since I didn’t rum rampant full atheist. His witty, sometimes humorous and oft bitter dialogue regarding the Christian doctrine, as well as some other doctrines of the world helped me feel more secure about my personal doubts. Hail Christopher! I’ll let someone else raise a glass of Johnny Walker Black for you, as I haven’t the taste for alcohol that you did!… Minor clarifications. If you have read Hitchens, you should have appreciated that he would have bristled at any implication of selling anything, other than his latest book, but especially atheism. Also, Hitchens considered himself an anti-theist rather than an atheist. This is where he parted company from guys like Dennent, Harris, and Dawkins. Hitchens considered religion ineradicable and stated he would never want to see it go away. His appreciation of Western society, the response of The Enlightenment, the King James Bible, and noted religious poets was substantial. He just wanted to preserve the Jeffersonian wall between Chuch and State. More than anything Hitchens reveled in the debate over philosophical questions. Hitchens once wrote that many people struggle with Shakespeare because of their unfamiliarity with the King James Bible and its rhythms. My apologies for being a bit pedantic here but I’ve read Hitchens quite thoroughly, starting in the late 1980s and early 1990s. |
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Post by inger on Dec 29, 2022 18:30:27 GMT -5
Christopher Hitchens, who would sell atheism to Moses if he could, helped settle my mind greatly regarding religion. I’m sure that was unintentional on his part, since I didn’t rum rampant full atheist. His witty, sometimes humorous and oft bitter dialogue regarding the Christian doctrine, as well as some other doctrines of the world helped me feel more secure about my personal doubts. Hail Christopher! I’ll let someone else raise a glass of Johnny Walker Black for you, as I haven’t the taste for alcohol that you did!… Minor clarifications. If you have read Hitchens, you should have appreciated that he would have bristled at any implication of selling anything, other than his latest book, but especially atheism. Also, Hitchens considered himself an anti-theist rather than an atheist. This is where he parted company from guys like Dennent, Harris, and Dawkins. Hitchens considered religion ineradicable and stated he would never want to see it go away. His appreciation of Western society, the response of The Enlightenment, the King James Bible, and noted religious poets was substantial. He just wanted to preserve the Jeffersonian wall between Chuch and State. More than anything Hitchens reveled in the debate over philosophical questions. Hitchens once wrote that many people struggle with Shakespeare because of their unfamiliarity with the King James Bible and its rhythms. My apologies for being a bit pedantic here but I’ve read Hitchens quite thoroughly, starting in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Honestly, I have read one of his books, and several excerpts. But I am interested enough to read more should my life allow time for that. I think it’s hard for most people to fathom what my life has been like. My first job after high school required 65-70 hours per week. Every week. I still found some time to read. That went in for 17 years. So that was probably a good 3,200 hours or so per year (taking out our few holidays and vacation time. My second job was more seasonal, but still 55-60 hours was not uncommon during the “slow” season, but in season I worked 85-110 hours per week. Some years were much harder. I was likely at work some 3,500 hours per year. My first 5 years in propane were a delightful coast where I barely felt as thought I was working. Some 1,700 hours per year. Then, AmeriGas bought the place and I was cranking out 80-90 hours per week the majority of the year. Probably 3,700 hours per year at work. Reading was a rare treat indeed. I would seldom involve myself in novels, I usually studied scientific material, alternative physics and such. I doubt I’ll ever read near what I wish I had read. I still have a lot to do even retired. Maybe after I settle in and can reorganize my thoughts and schedule… no longer able to do as much physically, I can catch up. One example of the things I actually could find time for is this forum. It was easy because I could scribble out some ideas or research numbers and quickly push them aside until I had time to do more or jot off a quick post. That might have been the appeal for me. Quick, disposable at any moment. At this very moment I can’t recall the paperback title that I read from Hitchens, but it pushed non-believe pretty hard. I loaned the book to a daughter in law that tells me she still hasn’t read it. That pisses me off a bit. If she hasn’t read it in eleven years, I’d prefer to get it back. Anyway, as always I thank you for the further enlightenment about C. H… I didn’t find you at all pedantic. Not even pandemic 😷… second hand knowledge is not always trustworthy, but when it’s coming from you I feel the source to be reliable. You can unload your mind on me about any time you want… |
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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 29, 2022 19:46:56 GMT -5
.Great story indeed Matt. Why am I not surprised that Gregg Allman was a lousy tipper? That would have been during his Cher period (remember the dreadful "Allman and Woman" album he did with her?) My sister lived in Daytona Beach in the early 80s and was a neighbor of Allman's mother Geraldine, who was apparently a very kind and patient woman. Lots of stories indicating that her son had several lifetimes worth of problems. One of which was Cher and another of which was Cutty Sark. Speaking of which -- like all good bartenders (are there any other kind?) you know what people are having. For certain Cutty Sark and Coke is not something on my "must try" list. These guys with all the money in the world drinking rotgut and then leaving crappy tips. Ugh. To my regret I have never become a big Scotch guy -- I love the 50s-60s swinger imagery of high-end Scotch, throwing down 25-year-old Macallan single malt with Frank and Dino and Sammy at The Stork Club -- but at some point I settled on Bourbon as my go-to whiskey. Cutty Sark was one of those Scotch brands -- like Dewar's and J&B -- that advertised in "Sports Illustrated" when I was a kid. I loved the look of the label. My Uncle who loved Scotch called those brands "training wheels Scotch" and said he would only use them to make Rusty Nails or Rob Roys for people who weren't good friends. Any insights on Leon Redbone and to what degree his public persona was an act? Bartenders are God's gift to the world. The best way to get a feeling for what is going on in any town is to plop down at a nice bar and start talking to the barkeep. Forget the tourist information bureau. Anything that matters is known to the man or woman behind the bar. Two martinis at the bar of the Hotel Monte Vista in Flagstaff last January yielded more useful information than any Google search could ever hope to do. Amarillo, Dunedin FL, Florence SC, Louisville, Needles CA, etc -- all places where a bartender pointed me in the right direction. Needles, California. 120 degrees and the home of Snoopy’s whiskered cousin Spike. I hear the scotch to drink is Johnny Walker’s Blue Label. At $250 a bottle, I must plead ignorance. Christopher Hitchens and the former Iraqi royal family’s preference was Johnny Walker Black. I’ve only sampled scotch a couple times and it tasted like iodine to me. Perhaps that was from the rotgut variety of which Pipps’ speaks. There is something therapeutic about watching and making cocktails, but it is the conversation that makes a barstool comfortable. For master bartenders, there is no substitute, as cocktails take on their own personality and transcend the taste of alcohol. Scotch is like cars or wine. There is almost no upper limit to what you could spend. For me the way to approach the high-end stuff is to go to tastings, where you overpay for a small amount but at least it's affordable. And you can tell the vast difference between a 10-year-old and a 40-year-old Scotch, no question. Another way is to go the house of a friend who has expensive Scotch and hunker down. We all defer to Desousa on this issue, but to my way of drinking a nice bourbon can be had in the $40-$75 range which a roughly equivalent Scotch would be more like $65-$120. As in most things, you do get what you pay for. We once went to a place called The Port Wine Institute in Lisbon. For a reasonable fee we sampled a 10, 20, 30, 40 and 50-year-old Port. There was no question that the 50-year-old was in a different universe. The entire ritual of cocktails -- the arrangement of the bottles, the different glasses, the ice, the accoutrements of muddling and stirring and slicing, the flair of the bartender, the history of the individual drink, and as you say the conversation that goes with it -- it's almost like baseball, with endless avenues to explore. I think I'm going to cry.  |
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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 29, 2022 19:50:45 GMT -5
I've met a few. Letterman's band leader Paul Shaffer once told me he thought my eye glasses were pretty cool. Matt, I can listen to your bartending stories all day! Keep them coming. Shaffer seems like a great guy. Do you recall what his choice of libation was? Me too. I'm tempted to start an alcohol thread, but I'm afraid it would come down to me badgering Matt about cocktail recipes. |
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Post by kaybli on Dec 29, 2022 19:53:39 GMT -5
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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 29, 2022 20:23:55 GMT -5
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Post by kaybli on Dec 29, 2022 20:32:49 GMT -5
You are hilarious my friend. I only roast the ones I love.  |
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Post by inger on Dec 30, 2022 0:17:14 GMT -5
Matt, I can listen to your bartending stories all day! Keep them coming. Shaffer seems like a great guy. Do you recall what his choice of libation was? Me too. I'm tempted to start an alcohol thread, but I'm afraid it would come down to me badgering Matt about cocktail recipes. I for one have used a lot of the tape they make from scotch… It’s saved several important documents for me… And I don’t like the cheap stuff, thoroughly into Minnesota Mining… |
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Post by rizzuto on Dec 30, 2022 4:09:11 GMT -5
Minor clarifications. If you have read Hitchens, you should have appreciated that he would have bristled at any implication of selling anything, other than his latest book, but especially atheism. Also, Hitchens considered himself an anti-theist rather than an atheist. This is where he parted company from guys like Dennent, Harris, and Dawkins. Hitchens considered religion ineradicable and stated he would never want to see it go away. His appreciation of Western society, the response of The Enlightenment, the King James Bible, and noted religious poets was substantial. He just wanted to preserve the Jeffersonian wall between Chuch and State. More than anything Hitchens reveled in the debate over philosophical questions. Hitchens once wrote that many people struggle with Shakespeare because of their unfamiliarity with the King James Bible and its rhythms. My apologies for being a bit pedantic here but I’ve read Hitchens quite thoroughly, starting in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Honestly, I have read one of his books, and several excerpts. But I am interested enough to read more should my life allow time for that. I think it’s hard for most people to fathom what my life has been like. My first job after high school required 65-70 hours per week. Every week. I still found some time to read. That went in for 17 years. So that was probably a good 3,200 hours or so per year (taking out our few holidays and vacation time. My second job was more seasonal, but still 55-60 hours was not uncommon during the “slow” season, but in season I worked 85-110 hours per week. Some years were much harder. I was likely at work some 3,500 hours per year. My first 5 years in propane were a delightful coast where I barely felt as thought I was working. Some 1,700 hours per year. Then, AmeriGas bought the place and I was cranking out 80-90 hours per week the majority of the year. Probably 3,700 hours per year at work. Reading was a rare treat indeed. I would seldom involve myself in novels, I usually studied scientific material, alternative physics and such. I doubt I’ll ever read near what I wish I had read. I still have a lot to do even retired. Maybe after I settle in and can reorganize my thoughts and schedule… no longer able to do as much physically, I can catch up. One example of the things I actually could find time for is this forum. It was easy because I could scribble out some ideas or research numbers and quickly push them aside until I had time to do more or jot off a quick post. That might have been the appeal for me. Quick, disposable at any moment. At this very moment I can’t recall the paperback title that I read from Hitchens, but it pushed non-believe pretty hard. I loaned the book to a daughter in law that tells me she still hasn’t read it. That pisses me off a bit. If she hasn’t read it in eleven years, I’d prefer to get it back. Anyway, as always I thank you for the further enlightenment about C. H… I didn’t find you at all pedantic. Not even pandemic 😷… second hand knowledge is not always trustworthy, but when it’s coming from you I feel the source to be reliable. You can unload your mind on me about any time you want… My wife read Hitchens' last book, "Mortality," written when he knew he was dying. Sarah recommended strongly that I read it, but as she was reading it while coming to terms with the progression of her own cancer diagnosis, I steered away from it. I believe that she gained strength and comfort from the book somehow. I have it somewhere, either in hardback in Iowa or downloaded to Sarah's iPad, which I can no longer charge. I started to read it at one time, I just could not get past the first few pages. Losing Sarah is still too much for me at times, especially an act as isolating and introspective as reading. To do so, I have to pick up something escapist or factual. I can become sympathetically subsumed into pages and films too easily. |
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Post by desousa on Dec 30, 2022 9:09:58 GMT -5
. Back in the late 70's I was tending bar in Bradenton Beach, FL at a beach bar called The Oar House. Tom Waits and Leon Redbone had a gig in Sarasota one night and the manager of the bar sent them a case of booze and asked them to stop at the bar if they had a chance. Lo and behold, they showed up with Waits' band. He sat at the bar and drank blackberry brandy and 7 up. Redbone sat a table and sipped on apricot sours. Waits and some of his band ended up playing for a while. It was pretty cool. Waits left me a pretty good tip. Gregg Allman used to hang out there all the time. He drank Cutty Sark and coke. My guess is, that's not Pipps' favorite cocktail. He would get up and play on occasion, which was great for business because people would show up hoping to see him perform. One Sunday afternoon, Allman and his band played and we were so busy the Fire Marshall closed us down for having too many people inside. Cops showed up and ended up arresting Allman for revving up his motorcycle and having an open container. A 16 year girl who worked on the high school newspaper took a picture and sold it to People Magazine for $200. Allman was not a good tipper. I loved listening to Art Bell. He was one interesting and intelligent cat. I especially liked when callers would talk about their haunted houses. Great story indeed Matt. Why am I not surprised that Gregg Allman was a lousy tipper? That would have been during his Cher period (remember the dreadful "Allman and Woman" album he did with her?) My sister lived in Daytona Beach in the early 80s and was a neighbor of Allman's mother Geraldine, who was apparently a very kind and patient woman. Lots of stories indicating that her son had several lifetimes worth of problems. One of which was Cher and another of which was Cutty Sark. Speaking of which -- like all good bartenders (are there any other kind?) you know what people are having. For certain Cutty Sark and Coke is not something on my "must try" list. These guys with all the money in the world drinking rotgut and then leaving crappy tips. Ugh. To my regret I have never become a big Scotch guy -- I love the 50s-60s swinger imagery of high-end Scotch, throwing down 25-year-old Macallan single malt with Frank and Dino and Sammy at The Stork Club -- but at some point I settled on Bourbon as my go-to whiskey. Cutty Sark was one of those Scotch brands -- like Dewar's and J&B -- that advertised in "Sports Illustrated" when I was a kid. I loved the look of the label. My Uncle who loved Scotch called those brands "training wheels Scotch" and said he would only use them to make Rusty Nails or Rob Roys for people who weren't good friends. Any insights on Leon Redbone and to what degree his public persona was an act? Bartenders are God's gift to the world. The best way to get a feeling for what is going on in any town is to plop down at a nice bar and start talking to the barkeep. Forget the tourist information bureau. Anything that matters is known to the man or woman behind the bar. Two martinis at the bar of the Hotel Monte Vista in Flagstaff last January yielded more useful information than any Google search could ever hope to do. Amarillo, Dunedin FL, Florence SC, Louisville, Needles CA, etc -- all places where a bartender pointed me in the right direction. I believe I knew Allman pre-Cher. He never lacked women, but unfortunately he was pretty wasted much of the time. The Oar House opened at 7am, and ran a happy hour until 10am and you'd often see him drinking his morning Ouzo on the rocks. I believe he quit drinking years later. Back in the day, I drank a lot of Crown Royal and Chivas, but I didn't start drinking bourbon until years later. Now bourbon is my go to drink. I also keep a bottle of Tito's around for a change of pace. Went to a party at my neighbors last night and had a couple or four Maker's Mark old fashioneds. One of my neighbors is from South Korea and she had never had one. I taught her how and now she makes a killer one. I've drank a few Rusty Nails in my earlier life. They would put the hammer down very quickly, so much so I called them "liquid Quaaludes". They are great, but the hangover is not worth it. Today the only scotch I like is single malt. I'm a pet sitter by trade now and one of my clients told me to help myself to her liquor cabinet. Much to my surprise, she had a bottle of 15 year old Dalwhinnie. It was so smoky, I felt like I was drinking scotch and smoking a cigar at the same time. I didn't have the heart to drink a lot of it, but nevertheless she never again told me to help myself. I like Port too. My wife is Portuguese, so next time we go there I'll definitely check out some of the older varieties. Redbone is exactly who you see on stage. He quietly sat at a table by himself and sipped his drink. He did get up and played a couple songs with Waits, which was cool to watch. I began bartending at 18 and did it until I was 34. It was one of the few jobs I liked and was great at it. One of the few other things I was great at was pinball, so you see where my life's priorities have been. I did return to the profession for a year or so in my forties, but I found my heart was not in it. Ended up a barista for a few years, but it wasn't as much fun. I preferred bartending because it's like being on stage and a great job to meet women. |
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Post by desousa on Dec 30, 2022 9:12:21 GMT -5
I've met a few. Letterman's band leader Paul Shaffer once told me he thought my eye glasses were pretty cool. Matt, I can listen to your bartending stories all day! Keep them coming. Shaffer seems like a great guy. Do you recall what his choice of libation was? I met Shaffer when I was barista. He drank a cappuccino and couldn't have been nicer. |
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Post by inger on Dec 30, 2022 9:30:42 GMT -5
Honestly, I have read one of his books, and several excerpts. But I am interested enough to read more should my life allow time for that. I think it’s hard for most people to fathom what my life has been like. My first job after high school required 65-70 hours per week. Every week. I still found some time to read. That went in for 17 years. So that was probably a good 3,200 hours or so per year (taking out our few holidays and vacation time. My second job was more seasonal, but still 55-60 hours was not uncommon during the “slow” season, but in season I worked 85-110 hours per week. Some years were much harder. I was likely at work some 3,500 hours per year. My first 5 years in propane were a delightful coast where I barely felt as thought I was working. Some 1,700 hours per year. Then, AmeriGas bought the place and I was cranking out 80-90 hours per week the majority of the year. Probably 3,700 hours per year at work. Reading was a rare treat indeed. I would seldom involve myself in novels, I usually studied scientific material, alternative physics and such. I doubt I’ll ever read near what I wish I had read. I still have a lot to do even retired. Maybe after I settle in and can reorganize my thoughts and schedule… no longer able to do as much physically, I can catch up. One example of the things I actually could find time for is this forum. It was easy because I could scribble out some ideas or research numbers and quickly push them aside until I had time to do more or jot off a quick post. That might have been the appeal for me. Quick, disposable at any moment. At this very moment I can’t recall the paperback title that I read from Hitchens, but it pushed non-believe pretty hard. I loaned the book to a daughter in law that tells me she still hasn’t read it. That pisses me off a bit. If she hasn’t read it in eleven years, I’d prefer to get it back. Anyway, as always I thank you for the further enlightenment about C. H… I didn’t find you at all pedantic. Not even pandemic 😷… second hand knowledge is not always trustworthy, but when it’s coming from you I feel the source to be reliable. You can unload your mind on me about any time you want… My wife read Hitchens' last book, "Mortality," written when he knew he was dying. Sarah recommended strongly that I read it, but as she was reading it while coming to terms with the progression of her own cancer diagnosis, I steered away from it. I believe that she gained strength and comfort from the book somehow. I have it somewhere, either in hardback in Iowa or downloaded to Sarah's iPad, which I can no longer charge. I started to read it at one time, I just could not get past the first few pages. Losing Sarah is still too much for me at times, especially an act as isolating and introspective as reading. To do so, I have to pick up something escapist or factual. I can become sympathetically subsumed into pages and films too easily. I will keep that one in mind for my own reading list. I was a very avid reader as a child and wish I had maintained the habit, but as I said… life’s responsibilities pulled me away from it. Or, I should say, i let them pull me away. It was sort of like what occurs when one stops a physical exercise program. Once I broke the good habit, I was never quite able to re-establish the cycle. As an insomniac I spent many, many hours poring over baseball statistics and that became the addiction. I might make a different choice if I could do it over again, but if I had perhaps I would have never met this gang of posters. In fact, my insomnia probably inspired my joining up on PP. I always figured that activities in which I didn’t need to focus so deeply were good for simply tiring my eyes out. I still need to do that every night. Computer scrabble. 4-Deck Spider Solitaire. Once the Ambien is in my system I don’t feel capable of intellectual pursuits, hence my choice to leave social media after I take that substance. You may recall a few rambling and unintelligible posts I made before I made that decision… |
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Post by inger on Dec 30, 2022 16:34:15 GMT -5
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Post by rizzuto on Dec 30, 2022 17:11:03 GMT -5
My wife read Hitchens' last book, "Mortality," written when he knew he was dying. Sarah recommended strongly that I read it, but as she was reading it while coming to terms with the progression of her own cancer diagnosis, I steered away from it. I believe that she gained strength and comfort from the book somehow. I have it somewhere, either in hardback in Iowa or downloaded to Sarah's iPad, which I can no longer charge. I started to read it at one time, I just could not get past the first few pages. Losing Sarah is still too much for me at times, especially an act as isolating and introspective as reading. To do so, I have to pick up something escapist or factual. I can become sympathetically subsumed into pages and films too easily. I will keep that one in mind for my own reading list. I was a very avid reader as a child and wish I had maintained the habit, but as I said… life’s responsibilities pulled me away from it. Or, I should say, i let them pull me away. It was sort of like what occurs when one stops a physical exercise program. Once I broke the good habit, I was never quite able to re-establish the cycle. As an insomniac I spent many, many hours poring over baseball statistics and that became the addiction. I might make a different choice if I could do it over again, but if I had perhaps I would have never met this gang of posters. In fact, my insomnia probably inspired my joining up on PP. I always figured that activities in which I didn’t need to focus so deeply were good for simply tiring my eyes out. I still need to do that every night. Computer scrabble. 4-Deck Spider Solitaire. Once the Ambien is in my system I don’t feel capable of intellectual pursuits, hence my choice to leave social media after I take that substance. You may recall a few rambling and unintelligible posts I made before I made that decision… Sarah had many Ambien-related episodes. Usually purchases she did not recall until they arrived at our door. At one point, we had 40,000 bucks on credit cards from those somnambulist times. If I recall, eight grand was spent on Boyd’s Bears. I had money then, but it took a long time to pay off. Still, it was hilarious to me, as I knew she did not mean any harm and was an outgrowth from her MS. It embarrassed her though. Sometimes, she would go shopping at Walmart, which was open 24 hours, and not recall. That was scary, essentially driving while under the influence and unaware. That is when I began my life as a light sleeper, which I am to this day, if I sleep at all. I had always been a rock prior to then, hitting a trance where I sometimes sleepwalked. I used to call Sarah my home entertainment center. I just never knew what to expect. God I miss her. |
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