Thursday, June 01, 2006
"The Resurrection of Broncho Billy"
Old Guard at the Rhode Island National Guard/EMA Headquarters: (checking my ID) Hussey? You related to Ruth Hussy, the actress?
Me: No, I don't think so.
Old Guard: I believe she was from Rhode Island.
Me: I think so, too.
Old Guard: No, she was. Born over off (random name) Avenue.
Me: Oh. Wow. (thinking to myself: "Is that near the Dunkin' Donuts?")
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It's moments like this one from yesterday that remind me how funny a place Rhode Island is. Everyone knows everyone. But not always in a cool way, like on Cheers. It's more like a large small town. No, not like one...that's exactly what it is.
Hey check out this painting that someone left in the bathroom at work. We came back from the long weekend and voila! I don't know what's more inspiring: the wild eagle, the Native Americans staring up into the heavens, or the fact that whoever placed it in the bathroom just left it up propped on top of the soap dispenser. And it's not a small painting, as you can see.
Just a few minutes ago I was in the kitchen mixing up a delicious batch of tuna fish. The windows were open throughout the house--despite the dreaded humidity that is still hanging around up here--and a storm front was starting to move in. Lightning was flashing, the sky was turning dark; I was chopping celery and listening to Joni Mitchell come across the speakers in my bedroom. It was awesome. ¶ 6/01/2006 08:49:00 PM
Me: No, I don't think so.
Old Guard: I believe she was from Rhode Island.
Me: I think so, too.
Old Guard: No, she was. Born over off (random name) Avenue.
Me: Oh. Wow. (thinking to myself: "Is that near the Dunkin' Donuts?")
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It's moments like this one from yesterday that remind me how funny a place Rhode Island is. Everyone knows everyone. But not always in a cool way, like on Cheers. It's more like a large small town. No, not like one...that's exactly what it is.
Hey check out this painting that someone left in the bathroom at work. We came back from the long weekend and voila! I don't know what's more inspiring: the wild eagle, the Native Americans staring up into the heavens, or the fact that whoever placed it in the bathroom just left it up propped on top of the soap dispenser. And it's not a small painting, as you can see.
Just a few minutes ago I was in the kitchen mixing up a delicious batch of tuna fish. The windows were open throughout the house--despite the dreaded humidity that is still hanging around up here--and a storm front was starting to move in. Lightning was flashing, the sky was turning dark; I was chopping celery and listening to Joni Mitchell come across the speakers in my bedroom. It was awesome. ¶ 6/01/2006 08:49:00 PM
