St. Patrick’s Day #socs

Beannachtaรญ na Fรฉile Pรกdraig dhuit! Yes, it’s St. Patrick’s Day, a day for the “wearin’ o’ the green,” drinking Guinness Stout and eating Irish soda bread, corned beef and cabbage, and speaking with a fake brogue. By the way, it’s “St. Paddy’s Day,” not “St. Patty’s Day.” Patty is a girl in the Peanuts cartoon. Two of them, really: there was Peppermint Patty, of course, but there was another girl named Patty who was a friend of Violet’s and liked throwing parties to which Charlie Brown wasn’t invited. As the strip went on, both she and Violet were phased out. I’m sure Charles Schulz would tell us they moved away. I’d like to think they were eaten by wolves.

In Chicago, where I grew up, they celebrate by dyeing the Chicago River green, at least the part that runs past the Wrigley Building, Marina City, and the Merchandise Mart and alongside Wacker Drive. The dye is organic, so it won’t kill off anything that might be lurking in the river. In order not to dirty Lake Michigan with all the sewage that used to pass through the river, the city engineers reversed the flow so that the river flowed away from the lake, then dug the Chicago Sanitary and Ship Canal (or, if you prefer, the Sanitary and Shit Canal, considering what goes into the river) to connect the Chicago River with the Des Plaines River, which meets up with the Kankakee River and the two form the Illinois River, a tributary of the Mighty Mississippi, flowin’ down to New Orleans. (Thus ends your geography lesson for today.)

I used to work in The Wrigley Building, a chalk-white building on Michigan Avenue on the north bank of the river. You see pictures of it on Instagram all the time. It’s on the upper left in this picture.

The Wrigley family is, of course, the company that makes chewing gum, and for many years owned the Chicago Cubs and Wrigley Field, home of the aforementioned Cubs. At night, flood lights illuminate the building, and have for years. Which was ironic, because at the time Wrigley Field had no lights.

I always thought it’d be cool to live in Marina City. It was built to try and lure people back to town from the suburbs. Marina City is two towers that look like corncobs. Here’s an aerial view of them.

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There’s a parade down Dearborn Street on St. Patrick’s Day every year, and it being Chicago, it’s usually colder than a well-digger’s bottom. I’m writing this yesterday, and I see the forecast is for partly cloudy, high 44, low 28. Those are Fahrenheits; in centigrades, that’s 7 and -2, respectively. You can bet that, by the time the parade departs from Dearborn and Wacker, many of the marchers will have been drinking for about four hours.

St. Patrick’s Day is second only to New Year’s Eve in people drinking heavily, then trying to drive home because they’re too drunk to walk. Please, don’t drink and drive. Mary and I will spend the evening at home, in case you were wondering.

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The Show So Far… #socs

Sometimes the funniest bits on Monty Python’s Flying Circus are things like this.

Any time someone’s telling a story and uses the phrase “so far, so good,” I prepare myself to hear how things went horribly wrong after that. I mean disaster in the worst and most humiliating way possible. Do you do the same thing? Everyone likes those stories, because we’ve all been there at one time or another. They’re funny because just when you think nothing else can go wrong, it does.

It’s Murphy’s Law: Anything that can go wrong, will. And, if there are several things that can go wrong, the worst of them will happen first. I don’t know how many stories have been told, or written, that follow the basic pattern of “someone tries to do something, and one thing after another happens, resulting in terrible pain and humiliation.” Maybe it’s all of them. In every one of those stories, there’s a “so far, so good” moment. We can all relate to those stories, because we’ve all been there. It’s the human condition: everything can be going swimmingly, then disaster strikes. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s tragic, and often it’s both.

I was never a particularly good writer of fiction, because I couldn’t do terrible things to my characters. I liked them too much.

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In the Chicago area, this was sold at Standard Oil gas stations. Just thought you’d like to know.

Fee-Nay #socs

A little bit about reading music, because the first thing I thought of when I saw that today’s word was “fine” was fine (pronounced “fee-nay,” thus the title of this post), the Italian word for “end.”

When reading music, you might see D.C. al Fine written above the staff. It’s an abbreviated form of dal capo al fine, meaning “start at the beginning and play until you see the word Fine written on the staff, then stop.” You might also see D. S. al Fine (Dal Segno al Fine), meaning “go back to where you see the sign on the staff and play until you see the word Fine on the staff, then stop.”

The segno. (Source: Wikipedia)

You’ll also see D. C. al Coda and D. S. al Coda, which mean “From the beginning (From the sign) until you see the Coda symbol, which will direct you to a passage to play at the end and stop.”

The coda symbol (source: Wikipedia)

Coda is the Italian word for “tail.” We talked about tails a couple of weeks ago, so I won’t go any further on that.

And that’s all I’m going to say. Fine.

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A Brief Word About Doors #socs

Naturally, when given a prompt, my mind immediately jumps to music, and since this week’s prompt is “door,” I thought of a couple of things. One is Jim Lowe’s 1956’s song “Behind The Green Door,” which has nothing to do with the Marilyn Chambers movie of the same name.

And, of course, I thought of The Doors…

I know a number of you participate in Norm Frampton’s “Thursday Doors” blog hop. Just want all of you to know that I enjoy the pictures you share. I’d join you, but I really suck at photography.

Of course, I didn’t read the directions, which were to write about a door I walked through that wasn’t my own. One I’ve walked through a lot this week is the door at Starbucks, which just happens to be where I am right now. We spend a lot of time here. It’s a good place to get away from Minnie’s demands to be fed constantly.

And right about there would be a good place to stop.

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Another Example of What Happens When I Go With “Stream Of Consciousness” #socs

An old joke from Boy’s Life magazine back when I was reading it:

Did you hear about the snake charmer who married a funeral director? The towels in their bathroom say “Hiss” and Hearse.”

When I think “his” and “hers,” naturally I think of the late 70’s-early 80’s TV show Hart To Hart, with Robert Wagner, Stefanie Powers, and Lionel Stander. Remember at the open, they had the two of them driving side-by-side in his-and-hers cars?

I heard they’re looking into the death of Wagner’s wife, Natalie Wood, again, and again he’s a person of interest. I think it was a terrible accident, nothing more.

Here’s one of the weirdest things I can think of: his-and-hers bathtubs.

There’s a company in Los Angeles called His & Her Hair that specializes in hair extensions, wigs and toupees “for men and women with style.” Only in LA… There are probably many other companies like this one, not to mention things like The Hair Club For Men. I’ll bet they even opened one in Russia after the Communist Party fell in the early 90’s. You know who would have been a perfect person to be in charge of it? Mikhail Gorbachev!

“I am not just president of Russian Hair Club For Men, I am also comrade.” (source:

Wonder if his wife called him “Spot”? Anyway…

I feel sorry for Christopher Knight, who was Bobby on The Brady Bunch. Now he apears in commercials for a hair-restoration company. That’s got to be a big come-down for him.

Speaking of LA and The Brady Bunch (we were, sort of), Eve Plumb, who played Jan, the middle daughter, bought herself a house on the beach in Malibu for $55,000 back when the show was running, and sold it a couple of years ago for $3.9 million. She bought it in 1969 when she was eleven. Wow, cute and smart. That’s another one of those “Ginger or Mary Ann?” questions, “Marcia or Jan?” I spent a lot of Friday nights with both of them in the 70’s, which should tell you something about my social life in high school.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you each week by Linda Hill and this station. Now, here are Florence Henderson (who played Carol Brady, as it happens) and Phil Hayes for the 1959 Oldsmobiles!

I swear, that was a total coincidence…