Category: O’Folks
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shake it
After our weekly Saturday morning trip to the farmer’s market, we returned home to put the perishables away, then headed back out up Monona Drive and turned down Cottage Grove road to visit the antiques mall just past the highway overpass. We were in search of a cocktail shaker. There’s a good reason to explain… Read.
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hum ditty
Dinner on Thursday night is my job, so it’s been known as guy night for many, many moons here in Our Humble O’Bode. I gave up trying to cook anything that couldn’t be grilled over hot charcoal, and most of the time I take the easy way out and treat My Darling B to dinner… Read.
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manawa
I drove up to Manawa yesterday to bring my Mom’s laptop back to her. I drove home with a car full of tools and camping gear. Mom’s moving house soon. She put the ancestral manse up for sale last week, and she priced it to sell. She already has a couple buyers looking at it.… Read.
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hangar dance
Did I mention we went dancing last night? We did. Friday was the night of the annual hangar dance at the airport. Our favorite local swing band, Ladies Must Swing, finagles an empty hangar away from whoever runs the airport, sets up some tables and plays music by Glenn Miller, Artie Shaw, Count Basie and… Read.
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full
Umami, the one and only place in this town to eat a delicious bowl of ramen, finally opened the patio they’ve been working on out front of their shop. My Darling B caught the news of this announcement somewhere and we made a date to meet after work yesterday. I hoofed the eight or ten… Read.
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burgers and brew
We’re just back from Burgers & Brew, the annual fund-raiser put on by the REAP Food Group at the Capital Brewery. There, that’s about as many links as one sentence should be forced to hold. We got there about forty minutes early. It was blazing hot. The prospect of standing in the hot, hot sun… Read.
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self control
After lunch at Cronies Cafe yesterday my mom asked me, as we stepped out into the street, “Did you want to visit the book store?” “Oh, heck yes!” I answered, because, you know, books! She was referring to Book Cellar, a book store on main street. I stop by every time I visit because it… Read.
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heading home #3
On my emergency trip across the Atlantic during the Thanksgiving weekend I’d had to suffer two broken ATMs to make sure I had no money in my pocket, a lack of places to eat in O’Hare airport except for a tavern serving cold sandwiches, a seat with no floor space next to a guy who… Read.
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heading home #2
A transatlantic flight in coach class has to be one of the most miserable ways to travel even under the best of circumstances. I count myself as damn lucky when I can wangle a seat on the aisle so I can hang over the edge a little bit to get some breathing room, and the… Read.
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