Saturday, June 26, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
The story of the day...possibly my career
It's dead at The Cave. Summer is settling in, shipping season over, the natives otherwise occupied, and even on weekends it's crickets around here. The blog may soon become very creative. Or insane. One in the same, to some.
However this one may be the highlight of the...no, not merely of the day. At least of the year, quite possibly of my entire tenure here. This gentleman came in today. It was good to see him, it's been awhile. We were walking some stuff out to his car and he showed me this one (click on image to enlarge). Good friends were in town, he said.
Very good friends, I'm thinking, or very lucky friends, and minimally hopefully very grateful friends.
The label, he went on to say, got stained by wine when his ex-wife shot the wine collection.
"Shot the wine collection?" Was I hearing this right?
With a hunting rifle, he explained to me. A deer hunting rifle, he clarified. She was angry.
I was laughing too hard to ask more questions.
"Fortunately she got the Burgundies and not the Bordeaux'."
"Fortunately she got the wine and not you," I said.
"That's what my current wife says, the wine was expendable, but I am not."
"I don't know," I reconsidered, "could depend on the bottle."
However this one may be the highlight of the...no, not merely of the day. At least of the year, quite possibly of my entire tenure here. This gentleman came in today. It was good to see him, it's been awhile. We were walking some stuff out to his car and he showed me this one (click on image to enlarge). Good friends were in town, he said.
Very good friends, I'm thinking, or very lucky friends, and minimally hopefully very grateful friends.The label, he went on to say, got stained by wine when his ex-wife shot the wine collection.
"Shot the wine collection?" Was I hearing this right?
With a hunting rifle, he explained to me. A deer hunting rifle, he clarified. She was angry.
I was laughing too hard to ask more questions.
"Fortunately she got the Burgundies and not the Bordeaux'."
"Fortunately she got the wine and not you," I said.
"That's what my current wife says, the wine was expendable, but I am not."
"I don't know," I reconsidered, "could depend on the bottle."
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Cave is back.
Of course, the only files they weren't able to recover were the ones we really needed. I'd backed things up in February so we didn't lose too much, and like any good bionic Cave, we can rebuild it. We can make it better.
Some catching up to do, here's two stories for the offering.
This was a sight to see, well, I can tell you exactly when: the day before the first game for the NBA Finals. That's basketball, I'm pretty sure. There's a team in it from Los Angeles, I think. (Just kidding. In a few hours, though, LA may be on fire if the Lakers win, so duck and cover. What a proud moment. )
At any rate, the gentleman was taking his father, who is unwell, to the first game of the series and stopped in to get some wine for the occasion. He was good enough to show me this one, to break the seal of tissue paper just for me to see. What I didn't get in the photo was the added touch of straw tied around the neck of the bottle, but a beautifully clean label nonetheless. Robert Parker gave it 100 points. Here's the link to Scarecrow Wine. If you click on to the "Our Story" tab you'll get the history from several arenas of story, very California.
Speaking of history....At the corner of the Hotel where Broadway meets Glendale, what was once the original entrance to the Hotel is now the Cafe Broadway. The first photo is from a 1925 ad for the opening of the Hotel. The second is a postcard from the same era. The date isn't on it but it required a 2-cent stamp. After seven clicks I still can't find the current price of postcard stamps which is probably why the USPS is about to go bankrupt.
Earlier today, the daughter (I think) of the owners of the Cafe Broadway came into the Cave with a friend (I think) to look at all the pictures we have up on the walls of Hotel-Past. These are kids, mind you, the ones who seem absorbed by only video games and texting, but two of them stood in the entry way of The Cave today looking for a long time at all the pictures and articles mounted to the walls. At one point I heard one tell the other, "This is where my mom works, this is our Cafe." I'm exactly old enough to be a little bit verklempt by that.
Some catching up to do, here's two stories for the offering.
This was a sight to see, well, I can tell you exactly when: the day before the first game for the NBA Finals. That's basketball, I'm pretty sure. There's a team in it from Los Angeles, I think. (Just kidding. In a few hours, though, LA may be on fire if the Lakers win, so duck and cover. What a proud moment. )At any rate, the gentleman was taking his father, who is unwell, to the first game of the series and stopped in to get some wine for the occasion. He was good enough to show me this one, to break the seal of tissue paper just for me to see. What I didn't get in the photo was the added touch of straw tied around the neck of the bottle, but a beautifully clean label nonetheless. Robert Parker gave it 100 points. Here's the link to Scarecrow Wine. If you click on to the "Our Story" tab you'll get the history from several arenas of story, very California.
Speaking of history....At the corner of the Hotel where Broadway meets Glendale, what was once the original entrance to the Hotel is now the Cafe Broadway. The first photo is from a 1925 ad for the opening of the Hotel. The second is a postcard from the same era. The date isn't on it but it required a 2-cent stamp. After seven clicks I still can't find the current price of postcard stamps which is probably why the USPS is about to go bankrupt.
Earlier today, the daughter (I think) of the owners of the Cafe Broadway came into the Cave with a friend (I think) to look at all the pictures we have up on the walls of Hotel-Past. These are kids, mind you, the ones who seem absorbed by only video games and texting, but two of them stood in the entry way of The Cave today looking for a long time at all the pictures and articles mounted to the walls. At one point I heard one tell the other, "This is where my mom works, this is our Cafe." I'm exactly old enough to be a little bit verklempt by that.
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