We had to go to the dentist because my tooth has been really painful. As it turned out, I have an extraction coming up. The alternative — since this tooth already has a crown — would be drilling through the crown, hoping the crown doesn’t splinter and that there’s a nerve underneath on which to perform a root canal. If not, have it extracted anyway, thereby paying $1400 for the root canal that didn’t happen plus another $300 for the extraction. I decided to have it removed. It’s time for a couple of partial bridges. The good news about the dentist is his office is next to the Mumford River.
I think in honor of our high school graduates, the town has strung American flags all across the bridge over the river. It makes a beautiful vision of a small town on a perfect summer’s day. The flags were interesting and the river is beautiful even as low as it currently is … but who put the chair up there?
It was a peaceful summer evening. The sun had just set. The air was warm and the light breeze was refreshing. Jorge had walked three blocks from his small apartment to the local convenience store for a Big Drink and Big Sandwich combination. He had little food at home and did not feel like making anything anyway. It felt good to take a walk on such a pleasant evening. There was nothing quite like summer in the city.
There were a few others in the small store but Jorge paid no attention to them. He went directly to the soft drink machine and then on to the Sandwich Stop. After he made his selection, he noticed there was a bit of a commotion at the front of the store.
Three young men rushed in. They looked like they were in their late teens or early twenties. Two were tall and wearing white t-shirts and baggy shorts. The third was a large guy wearing a black sleeveless shirt with some design Jorge could not make out, and black baggy jeans. The big guy was also carrying a machine gun or automatic rifle. Jorge was unfamiliar with weapons and was not too sure.
“Don’t anyone move,” the big guy commanded. “Don’t anyone make a sound neither, not a sound.”
One of the others told the cashier to give him all the money if he wanted to live, and the third thief looked down all the aisles to see if anyone was hiding or there might be trouble there. The few people in the store had not moved. The aisle checker then stopped at the cooler and reached in for a twelve pack of beer, but paused like he did not know if he should steal it.
“Just take it,” the big guy shouted, “and let’s go.” He grabbed the beer and the thief at the counter only collected a small amount of money which he put in a backpack.
As they prepared to leave, there was a small whimper from the next aisle from where Jorge was standing. In response, the big guy sprayed the aisles with bullets. Jorge hit the floor. There was a sharp burning sensation in his abdomen. His head was groggy and he could not make himself move at all. He slowly drifted away from the conscious world.
The cashier gasped and as the big guy got to the door he turned and sent a few shots in the direction of the cash register. The convenience store worker had already hit the floor and shots went over the top of him and heavily damaged the display behind the counter.
As the thieves got to their car, the police were pulling up to the lot. The cashier had set off a silent alarm when the trouble started and the response had finally arrived. There was an exchange of gun fire as the young men were able to get in the car and out of the lot, with a squad car in pursuit.
Two officers wearing bullet proof vests had their guns out and cautiously entered the store. The cashier saw them in a monitor high on a wall and shouted, “Help them, help them.”
One officer carefully went around the counter to find the cashier lying on the floor. He approached slowly with his gun pointed at the young man. He had to be sure it was not a trick. Finally he helped the trembling cashier to his feet.
The other officer looked down the aisles and immediately called for medical attention for multiple victims. He searched the aisles before going over to one of the victims. By the time he checked to see if the first one was alive, more police were in the store and in the parking lot. One ambulance came onto the lot closely followed by another. A police officer outside was now obviously taking charge of the scene and ordering onlookers away. Paramedics rushed into the store and observed pools of blood in two different aisles. There was a lot of damage caused by the bullets of just one man.
The next thing Jorge was aware of feeling was the burning of his stomach. It was the sharpest pain of his life. His head was heavy and he could not open his eyes. It seemed, however, that he was now lying on his back, rather than face down on the tile floor of the convenience store. In his stupor he could not tell where he was or even if he was alive. He drifted off again.
Three adults were taken to The Resurrection Hospital. It was the closest trauma center. The Catholic hospital had become familiar with treating gunshot wounds. It seems they saw someone every week who had been gunned down. The victims may have suffered from a gang dispute, domestic violence, armed robbery or were just innocent bystanders. The increase of guns had brought an increase of gunshot victims to the Emergency Room.
Sometimes the medical staff could do little more than call the chaplain to say a prayer.
Back at the convenience store was one more victim. A ten-year old boy was going to be taken directly to the morgue. He would not whimper again.
If you visited this space last Sunday, you saw the top Summer Songs as given by the musical genius, Brian Wilson. Those may have been songs that evoked thoughts of summer for Brian, but some were a real stretch of the imagination to me. I promised you songs that are really about summer.
Summertime by George Gershwin is arguably the most beloved summertime song ever. Great singers from Billie Holiday through Janis Joplin recorded hit versions of the song. Originally written by Gershwin for the 1935 modern opera, Porgy and Bess, rock and opera stars alike have recorded it. Guinness World Records claimed it to be the most recorded song ever. I’m sure you’ve heard it and probably have a favorite version.
When the Beach Boys put out a new album for their 50th anniversary, they served up a perfect piece of nostalgia with Summer’s Gone, written by Brian Wilson. He took lead on the record and in performance. Unfortunately, they did not do it throughout the anniversary tour and there’s only one fan video from the last stop I can find. Therefore, this tribute through old and new pictures will have to serve:
Now, the countdown.
10. Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer, Nat King Cole, 1963. If I heard it once, I heard it a million times (as the saying goes) while growing up. I guess we must really have liked it. Cole was alive then and would turn up on variety shows to perform this. Unfortunately, variety shows have disappeared.
9. A Summer Song, Chad and Jeremy, 1964. They were part of the “British Invasion” and this was their biggest hit.
8. Summer Nights, from the play and movie, Grease. It was “the word” for John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. If you can look past all the people who killed this song in karaoke, it might still be a favorite.
7. In the Summertime, Mungo Jerry, 1970 The song filled with odd sounds and rhythms was a mega-hit for the British group.
6. Hot Fun In The Summertime, Sly and the Family Stone This one was at the top of the Brian Wilson list.
5. Surfer Girl, the Beach Boys This early Beach Boys hit remained a fan favorite through the years. Almost 50 years after first recording it, they could still perform the harmonies with ease. Well, if not with ease, then at least with a lot of coaching by Brian:
4. Summer Rain, Johnny Rivers, 1968 It didn’t make it to the top of the charts, but it is one of those songs that keeps getting played. Now in his 70s, Rivers is still performing his many hits.
3. Summer Wind, Frank Sinatra, 1966 Wayne Newton first recorded the song in 1965, but it is Sinatra who had a hit the following year.
2. Summer Breeze, Seals & Crofts, 1972 Written and performed by Jim Seals and Dash Crofts.
1. Summer in the City, The Lovin’ Spoonful, 1966 Released in July 1966, by August it was number 1. The overplayed summer anthem included a car horn and jackhammer sounds to let you know you were in the city.
It finally rained today. It was the thunder that woke me from an impossibly deep sleep and it was a lot later than I thought. In fact, I never sleep that late, but we were up very early the day before so I was tired.
I realized I had awoken not only to the thunder, but to Duke barking. It’s his special “delivery” bark, and I wanted to get stuff inside before the heavy rain began. Then, I saw this post and realized i have a garden full of daylilies, all covered with drops of ain.
I would have taken more pictures, but the rain was coming down heavier and my camera’s lens in not waterproof. The camera is, but the lens isn’t. So, it got to looking remarkably wet and I went inside to dry the lens.
I’m sorry I didn’t take more pictures. They looked lovely in the rain, but it also made my hair frizzy.
From the time the Beach Boys hit the surf and the top of the charts in the 1960s, Brian Wilson has been considered a musical genius. His prolific songwriting propelled the careers of the original “Boys.” Their music remains popular to this day.
Wilson was not just trying to crank out rock and rolls songs for public consumption. He was trying to create a new sound, the “California” sound of blended harmonies and instruments. His obsessive work in the studio while seeking a certain type of perfection was both his strength and ultimately his weakness.
Today Brian is again touring, writing and producing. His opinions on music are held in high esteem by songwriters everywhere. Many, including Paul McCartney, Bono, James Webb (American songwriter), and Rolling Stone Magazine, consider Wilson’s “God Only Knows” among the best songs of all time.
So when Brian offers an opinion regarding rock and roll music, it usually garners some attention. A few years ago he gave us a top ten list of his favorite songs of summer. To no one’s surprise, a couple of Beach Boys’ songs made the list, but there are also a few interesting choices:
1. Hot Fun In The Summertime: Sly and the Family Stone.
2. In The Summer Time: Mungo Jerry.
3. I Get Around: The Beach Boys.
4. Be My Baby: The Ronettes.
5. California Girls: The Beach Boys.
6. Give Me Some Lovin’: Spencer Davis Group.
7. Hey Jude: The Beatles.
8. Honky Tonk Women: The Rolling Stones.
9. My Obsession: The Rolling Stones.
10. Mony Mony: Tommy James and the Shondells.
I don’t know how some of these songs were chosen for a summertime list, but it is Brian’s list so he can do as he pleases. I am happy to modify it a bit. You can follow with your own list in the comments if you are so inclined. First of all, any song I have to look up because I never heard of it needs to go.
“My Obsession” by the Rolling Stones is an early hit that really offers little in the way of music and lyrics. It is certainly forgettable in every way and a surprise on any list provided by Wilson. Of course, we all have early rock favorites that will probably sound weird to anyone else. So, I am kicking that one off the list and replacing it with one of the Beach Boys’ top hits of all time, Little Surfer Girl.
Next, I have to replace the overdone Hey Jude. While McCartney still uses this epic to kill 10 minutes of every concert, I think it is time to retire it. Seriously, have you seen any performance of McCartney, live or on television, that did not contain an overblown version of this hit? I can not associate it with summer anyway, so I am replacing it with “Summer in the City” by the Lovin’ Spoonful. Every oldies station will indeed play the heck out of this song from now until Labor Day, but I never tire of it. That’s my standard.
I like “Honky Tonk Woman” and “Mony, Mony” but let’s replace them with Summer hits. Add Jan and Dean’s number one hit from 1963, “Surf City.” With a similar sound to the Beach Boys, Jan and Dean successfully rode the airwaves on their musical surfboards for many years, cashing in on the California style rock. Another song I’m adding is “Saturday in the Park.” by Chicago — if for no other reason than to include a song from one of my all-time favorite bands, but will it make my Top Ten?
When I discovered Billboard’s list of the Top 30 Summer Songs I see there are a few more that could go on my list by the masters of their style, the Beach Boys. Go forth and create your own list and enjoy the sounds of summer.
Yes, next week you will get my top ten summer songs that are really about summer. I know you can’t wait. Just sing Hot Fun In The Summertime until then.
I still haven’t put the feeder back up. I have to admit, I’m enjoying a couple of weeks without the mess on the deck. And I’ve been busy.
Summer is a busy time in New England. It’s not really about vacations, though many of us used to try to fit a couple of weeks in somewhere during the warm months. It’s more about getting stuff done. Fixing the doors, getting rid of rotting wood and big black ants. Trimming the trees. All things that need fixing need to be done before the snow flies.
You never know when the snow will fly. It could be as early as November, or not at all. These days, the weather is strange and unpredictable. From having endless rain earlier in the spring, suddenly, we have only had one serious rain this month. But I think that’s about to change. Or not. The weather these days is the best guess by the best meteorologist, but the winds have changed. The ocean has changed.
Everything has changed but the fuchsias are doing well.
We don’t get four seasons. We get three. Summer — hot, sticky, and buggy, but at least it’s warm. Okay, a lot of humidity, but you have to take the good with the bad.
I had been hoping we’d more Autumn, and we did. It was short — just about a week — but glorious for that week. Which is good because it’s only the first week in November and they are predicting snow. I don’t think we’ll get any here, but it would not be a surprise. I can remember many years when it snowed before Thanksgiving and stayed snowy until Summer showed up.
Sometimes we get a second Autumn in November that lasts until after Christmas. Last year, it lasted until March, at which point we had three blizzards in a row. The snow hung around until the trees began to bloom after which we got two months of heavy rains and wind. No climate change here!
Last week it was pretty warm, but right now, it’s cold. Very cold.
No pictures of spring because that’s a season we don’t really get. It’s winter, then summer. We always HOPE for spring, though. Even though we know it isn’t happening, we figure maybe one year it will.
From Melanie:“Wow. September. Where did the summer go? I’m not at all sure…anyway. This week finds us with some more questions, but this week they’re all ‘deep’ ones requiring a little thought. Enjoy!”
I know where MY summer went and I hope I can forget it ASAP.
Spring was long, nasty, cold, and full of hard-driving rainstorms with lots of wind. We didn’t get a real winter. No real snow at all, so we got our first blizzard (the only blizzard, actually) around my birthday in early March.
Finally, it started to warm up, but mostly, it rained. And rained. The wind howled and sometimes it was raining so hard and for so long the house sounded like a loud faucet was running somewhere. Now that Garry can hear, he was amazed at how loud rain can be. It reminded me why I didn’t spend the extra money on a steel roof … and why I wish I had — at the same time.
A steel roof is forever, or at least as close to forever as any roof can get. It’s also noisy. Rain, sleet, hale … it’s like a million little beasties racing madly around your roof. Not to mention that they cost at least four times what a standard asphalt roof costs. But they never leak and they don’t grow lichens or other greenery, either. Win some, lose some. You take your best guess and hope it works out.
As soon as it warmed up, we grew a million daylilies and that was great, but we’d get one day of sun or at least gray skies followed by three days of howling winds and torrential rain. It was mud city. You couldn’t even mow your lawn because it was sodden.
That was followed — finally — in August, with lovely, cool dry weather. And Eastern Equine Encephalitis mosquitoes and all the nice autumn fairs got canceled because the killer mosquitoes were out.
Aw, c’mon! Really?
This was approximately when I realized something was wrong on the south-west side of the house. All that rain, you know? The climate change that hasn’t arrived seems to indeed have arrived. At least here it has.
Now, we need to strip off the vinyl, remove the mush that’s underneath it, and replace the wall, or at least most of the lower level with a new wall. Get rid of the rotting door and replace it with a window (we never use the door anyway) and get a carpenter to repair the wooden doors to the shop.
I’m wishing we’d had time to powerwash the house because it’s green with mold. Did you know vinyl can grow green mold? It’s not lethal or poisonous. It actually looks like green pollen that got stuck. It just isn’t attractive.
It made me realize for all the years we’ve been paying insurance on our houses — since 1965 — they have yet to actually pay for any damage to any house in any state. Talk about being taken over by corporations. You know all those advertisements about how insurance companies are protecting you? They aren’t.
It’s a lie. The only thing they are protecting is the value of the property owned by the mortgage company. I can’t even calculate how many years we’ve paid home insurance and it never crossed my mind that they don’t cover anything except a tree falling on the house (unless they decide you should have taken down the tree in which case it’s your fault anyway), and fire. They might cover home invasion, but I’m not sure.
I’m still thinking about the post I will write about this, how we are forced — absolutely required — to pay for home insurance or we can’t get a mortgage. Why don’t we read all the little tiny print on the policy? Because we have to have insurance, so no matter what it says, we will sign it.
It’s just like accepting the terms of your operating system for your PC or Mac. Sign or don’t use your computer. There is no option to argue about the terms, so you sign. Nobody reads them.
The most common lie everyone everywhere tells is that they read and understand the terms of that contract. NO ONE reads it and if we did understand it, what difference would it make? We can’t NOT sign it.
And now, on to the questions.
When you’re 90 years old, what do you suppose will matter most to you?
What’s the best way to spend a rainy afternoon?
Brooding on how we used to sometimes have sunshine and playing bridge on the computer.
What is one thing you don’t understand about yourself?
How I lived long enough to see the world change into this bizarre, hate-filled mess.
When was the last time you tried something to look ‘cool’ (hip), but it ended in utter embarrassment? Details?
About a year ago, my granddaughter dyed my hair to get the yellow out of it. It wasn’t utter embarrassment. It actually looked pretty good.
We have a lot of iron in our well water and it turns everything pink or yellow — Including my white hair. I bought some more of the same dye. I hope I don’t make a total mess of the project.
A little photographic journey around the northeastern end of the American continent.
I didn’t have a single fire pump for Cee’s challenge, so I went back through seven years of August. From Glocester to Rockport, from Connecticut to Maine … these are the hot, humid, hazy days of late summer in New England.
I always wanted to go camping. All my friends went camping. My brother and sister went camping. I so envied them.
I stayed home. My mother felt camp was where you sent a child that needed “the experience” of “being away” from home (like my clingy sister), or who had a troubled home life (like my brother). Since I didn’t seem to need those experiences and always managed to find something to do, I didn’t need camping.
But I wanted to go. I wanted to swim and be out in the country. All through August, every kid was gone for weeks at a time. It was lonely.
Many years later, I tried to explain it to my mother and I think she finally understood that “camp” wasn’t where you sent psychologically deficient children, but a place for normal kids to have fun. Play games. Learn to swim.
She had never considered that.
I suppose it was a compliment, but if ever I experienced a truly back-handed compliment, that was it.
I sent Owen to camp because I didn’t go. Not only did I send him to camp, but I sent him to the camp to which I would have given an arm and both legs to go. It was a horseback riding camp. He didn’t like it. Too rough and tumble.
We always try to give our kids what we wanted and it almost never works the way we intended it. You just can’t win.
We try so hard and somehow, we manage to get it at least a little wrong. Maybe that’s the way parenthood is. You never stop learning. I still haven’t stopped learning. I don’t think I could stop if I tried.
As a child, I wanted freedom. The less adult interference in my life, the happier I was. The fewer parents around, the more I learned. If you gave me a heap of books and as many horses as I could wrap my legs around, I was in heaven.
That wasn’t what Owen wanted. By the time Kaity was growing up, I didn’t have the money to send her anywhere. And she was more like Owen insofar as she didn’t want to leave home and the idea of being with a bunch of kids she didn’t know was not appealing.
Lucky for her I didn’t have the money to send her anywhere!
Summertime!When all the leaves and trees are green … and the red bird sings, I’ll be blue …
The Jamies were an American singing group
Single Released in 1958
Chart : Peaked at No.26 on The Billboard Hot 100 in 1958
There’s a long, interesting history of “Summertime” and its historic relationship to Fenway Park and the Boston Red Sox. Possibly the oldest tradition in baseball!
Sherm Feller, who wrote Summertime, Summertime was an old pal of Garry’s as well as the public address announcer at Fenway Park for many years. He was known for playing the song regularly over the speakers at the park.
Making My Home A Haven is important to me. Sharing homemaking skills. Recipes and food. Bible Studies. This is a treasure chest of goodies. So take a seat. Have a glass of tea and enjoy. You will learn all about who I am.