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I've gone to my farm in Kentucky for the weekend. It's a great place to relax, do a little hard physical labor, and forget about the rest of the world. If you don't have such a place, I highly suggest you get one.

In the meantime, here's a little something that I found for you that might (or might not) get you out of the midwinter doldrums.

See you on Monday.

J. Peterman

From: Cape Cod Times


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February 01, 2009 12:48 AM
Bwme 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 nachista said...

Some people can and will believe anything...but I wouldn't mess with a big old squirrel on a weather whim.

February 01, 2009 1:12 AM
Bwme 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 nachista said...

Was just reading on about the hard winter storms in Kentucky.  How are things in Lexington?  Stay safe and warm everyone.

February 01, 2009 1:20 AM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...


The American Way .......

One thing that we learn from History is, that we learn absolutely nothing, from History ... which is exactly why we have been doomed to repeat it ... and spouting and spewing the official Party Line, like Lemmings we rush onward, never seeing the precipice because all we can see is the ass making noise in front of us .......

February 01, 2009 1:47 AM
Bwme 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 nachista said...

But isn't there some comfort in the absurdity?  Humans love their silliness, something about committing insance acts that allows to feel sane and in control.  For those who don't think its crazy, who am I to take away something that give them peace or hope?  Personally I'd avoid pulling any animal with teeth and nails out of its warm winter resting den...self-preservation instinct.

February 01, 2009 6:03 AM
10photoviewsFirst-comFirst-photoHr-1 NonLinear_Grace said...

"If...Then" and the great human romance with certainty.  I remember playing "WFF and Proof" as a child - where you built statements into logical theorems and then tested them for their truth.  It was great fun.  And it gave me peace and hope because I thought that the knowledge to discern truth would make me safe in the world; maybe even powerful.  Just what I needed at that age.  Those who put that toy in my reach did me a great favor.

Silly girl.  Those skills probably did keep me relatively safer, but not safe.  And power only came when I realized that being able to test theorems for truth neatly avoids the underlying question of whether the statements themselves are true.  That opportunity impinged, and I found myself invited to put away childish things.

The shadow frightens poor Phil.  Our collective dread of eternal winter will be announced on every media outlet.  But individually we each go on:  Typing, texting, and telling each other the warm truths that really matter.  That's my prediction and I'm sticking to it.

Nod to nachista, whose comment set my direction.   Now: How can I find a copy of that game again?  Even used.  I've already tried that Jungle website.

Jalopkin - Thank You for the extra time yesterday.

February 01, 2009 8:15 AM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Stoney said...

"Ground Hog Day," one of our very favorite movies and it will remain so.

February 01, 2009 9:54 AM
Img_2558 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Jonathan Eells said...

There's only two days a year that I can tell this joke:

Three guys are lined up to get into (the Christian) Heaven. St. Peter lines them up and explains, "Look, you're all borderline. As you know, this is a binary system, where you either go to Heaven or go to Hell, so you have to pass a small quiz before being allowed into Heaven. Here's the quiz: "For Heaven or Hell, what's Easter?"

The first guy thinks a minute, then blurts out "Guy in the red suit delivering toys!"

In a burst of flame he disappears.

The second guy, a little nervous, quietly offers "Kids dress up as ghosts and collect candy from the neighbors?" Burst of flame.

Third guy thinks a moment and then his face brightens. "The only Son of God came down from Heaven to save all us sinners from damnation, suffering, evil, death, torture, wailing, crying, a horrifying eternity spent in everlasting pain, etc., and was crucified and put into a tomb, and on the third day an angel of the lord rolled the stone away and Jesus came out, the Risen Lord! But then he saw his shadow and went back in for six more weeks."

February 01, 2009 10:03 AM
10photoviewsCom-100First-comFirst-photoHr-1 unhinged said...

Isles, good one.  Wonder if the rodent will have a hangover tomorrow if Pittsburgh wins?

Georgia, and others mourning Updike, excellent article in the Times today:

February 01, 2009 10:35 AM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...


You are most welcome, and Thank You for asking ...

Pax Punxsutawney Sit Semper Vobiscum .......

February 01, 2009 11:08 AM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

The movie "Ground Hog Day" was filmed in Woodstock, IL which is about 30 minutes North from me.

They have maintained and preserved their wonderful old town square and usually perform reenactments there every year. The rest of the town however has grown significantly and lost some of its character like so many other small towns and cities out my way. Not all good, not all bad. They would probably have become ghost towns without the progress.

Be well my friend, btw.... I still enjoy the movie too. I like any movie where we get to mess with time.

February 01, 2009 11:56 AM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Stoney said...

On the edge of town and across the highway, a large farmhouse had been turned into an antique shop. They specialized in dolls but had many other things as well.

There was a practical reason for our visiting the place but I have forgotten what it was.

The practical reasons for my being outback rather than inside were:

One-A; there is often an unpleasant smell associated with things that may have spent decades amouldering away in a basement or musty outbuilding.
One-B:There is always an unpleasant smell associated with whatever it is that is chosen to cover up one-a.

Two: There is something decidedly creepy about being stared at by hundreds of old fashioned dolls from a period where little care was taken to make them look unlike drowning victims.

Why the other three guys were out there is unknown and we were trying to enjoy a bit of pleasant chatter but there was in our midst a contrarian. You know the type:
"Ttt!, I suppose you could look at it that way, but..."

We were all interested to see a large chunky rodent heading into a big pile of stacked boards and scrap lumber.

"Look," said the guy who had been unable to agree with anybody about anything, "A groundhog!"

He was right but just for the hell of it, I said, with a wink at the other guys, that it looked more like a woodchuck.

No sooner had the words left my lips than little blocks came flying out of the end of that pile so fast that two were, sometimes, in the air at the same time.

We had a chuckle over it and he got kind of quiet.

We learned as well that the answer to the old childhood question:
"How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"-

How much ya got?

Peter Lake,

Thanks. Nice link.

We have some dandy old buildings remaining as well:

It is scary to note that bridges, built in my lifetime, are being replaced- yikes.

Take care,

February 01, 2009 12:23 PM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

I had other activities that kept me from getting here sooner today. And look at the gems awaiting me.

Thanks all and sundry

for improving my Sunday.


I don't know how many of you are bluegrass music fans, or may hear Michael Feldman's Whaddya Know. And I suppose I ought to include a caveat that the lyrics below espouse a religious  p.o.v. ( and a particular one at that ) but the Taylor Grocery Band sang a song on WYK yesterday that was so good and so simple that I have remembered it 24 hours later.


Aren't you my child

Aren't you my own

Why are you here in the dark, all alone

By the mark on my side, by the blood on  my brow

Aren't you my child, come to me now. 

I think the song is original to them.  I can't even promise that I remembered correctly, but  I highly reccomend.

February 01, 2009 12:49 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Stoney said...


A visit to i-tunes and 99 cents later, I am listening to it now.

Very "stand-up" of you considering the venue and the making of a solitary Sunday- my wife off on family business.

Many thanks,

February 01, 2009 1:10 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

Willie T., Stoney, all my neighbors and friends here at the EyE....

Thank you for sharing this Sunday morning. You all provide such rich fodder for reflection and that's a fine way to begin any day.

This is such a fine place here at the eye. It is so conducive to the spontaneous sharing of good moments, good music, great books and all depths of experiences and all manner of fresh ideas and old memories.

It would be a sad day indeed for me should I ever wander and not be able to find way back. I appreciate this meeting place, just felt compelled to say so.

Anyroads, peace out, see ya'll at the races...... maybe I'll buy that monocle from the new OM so you'll recognize me...

February 01, 2009 1:19 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

Gems, every one, and thank you. Thanks especially for remembering I care about John Updike, enroute  now to The Times. 

As to groundhog prognostications, that gives media people something to discuss on slow news days, I suppose. 

Perhaps I'm an oddity, anyway, revelling in misty cold days with low-hanging gray pearlized skies; loving walks in the rain.  Would hibernate between April and October. Our unending summers with three-digit temperatures wear me out mentally and physically; I love much about the South, my home 'region,' but not our weather. In England, where it rained most days (which accounts, I believe, for their incredible green, green green grass all year long), I was in heaven. Similarly so at an artists' retreat where the Blue Ridge and Appalachian chains merge; where the average rainfall (and it rains daily) is exceeded only in our Pacific Northwest...roads stay muddy because there's never a chance to dry out, and the weather's wonderfully fickle: One hot day I stood barefooted in shorts and t-shirt outside with friends there, and it began to snow -- real snow that stayed, deepened.

There must be an opposite to those afflicted with , what is it called?  SADD? something like that...those who are depressed in winter. I'm terribly depressed by week upon week of bright sunlight.

On to Mr. Updike, thanks to you wonderful ones....Eve 

February 01, 2009 1:35 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

Returning from having read the Times' article (I receive it on computer; Book Review in mail, hadn't yet gotten to computer today) about John Updike, I must say again thank you for sending me right that minute. It says what y'all patiently let me say through tears, and is excellently written. Now that the writer of that article has brought it up, I say with every ounce of my modesty that I treasure a (very!) few notes from him, received over many years.

I love you people.  But you knew that.  

February 01, 2009 1:47 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...


Am a BIG Bluegrass Fan, and listen regularly to Ricky Scaggs and The Old Crow Medicine Show ... as well as all the Old Timers from the30's on forward ....... My 3rd. Ex-Father-In Law, who is a friend, is a Banjo Picker and I play a little on the Flat-Top Box ... we have spent weekends jamming together with his Bluegrass band and sipping some stuff he still makes on his Horse Farm in Salyersville ....... (Marvelous stuff, and my old Flathead runs purdy good on it too) ... I like Jazz too, and it is often called the "Only Original Amerikan Art Form"   ... but I believe Bluegrass is really it ... To Each His Own, however ... I also enjoy Zydeco, Blues, and Classical and genuine Country Music if I can find it ... don't much care for Country since since Kenny Rogers and Dolly took it  and her twenty pounds of Plastic to the Middle of the Road ... The great thing about Bluegrass is, that it never changes, not even in Punxsutawney .......

February 01, 2009 2:07 PM
39steps3 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Olivia said...

Sic semper Philippus Punxsutawney...alias, cum grano salis, mea.

February 01, 2009 2:12 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...


You're a true treasure trove to the men of the lake.  Be well and know we are here to listen, which is our privelege and honor to be able to do so.

February 01, 2009 2:24 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...


I hope you know that.

February 01, 2009 3:00 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...

Bloody Marvelous, Olivia .......

February 01, 2009 3:23 PM
39steps3 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Olivia said...

Quick note in passing, and I'm out the door-Eve, I'm with you about rainy days, especially stormy weather I don't have to get out in...with a fire and some good red and a book.

Ivan-thanks! *wink*

February 01, 2009 3:27 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

JIsles, what a great joke! 

Stoney, I love your story.

John, I've seen Groundhog Day twice, need a transfusion again soon...I like having that in common with your brain and sensibility.

Willie, I said I'd count JU's works but I'm inaccurate: His newest (08), a big thick book of essays and criticism I hadn't finished, my husband mistakenly took to library when returning THEIR books. We didn't speak for days; the library disdained knowledge, but I know SOMEone has my &40 book, and my budget's tiny. Knopf will publish two more this a recent-not-newest, that page is full in tiny print and my eyes await new glasses so can't count accurately but I'd say sixty plus, not to mention short stories, in my view his special gift (the man worked assiduously, passionately) in Harper's, Atlantic, etc it's impossible to number (NYer had first right of refusal, but I suppose when they passed he sent elsewhere, or editors asked for stories); a play not listed but I read it, Buchanan Dying; five books for children: The Magic Flute, A Child's Calendar, Bottom's Dream, and A Helpful Alphabet of Friendly Objects, illustrated by David Updike. Think David's one of his four, perhaps inherited his dad's painterly gifts?

February 01, 2009 3:29 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

Oh, are so dear, and I thank you and men-of-the-lake-colleagues.  Oh, dear, I'm weeping into the keyboard again...


February 01, 2009 3:37 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

p.s. I do know it, and love the knowing

February 01, 2009 3:45 PM
Img_2558 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Jonathan Eells said...

I'm having just about the best Stupor Bowel Sunday ever. My sweetie made snickerdoodles, and they are the perfect cross between the big, doughy doodles that we expect and the rich, buttery, almost lace-like cookies that go so unbelievably well with a half a gallon of ice cold whole milk - until there's no more cookies or milk, whichever comes first.

AND I've been outside all morning, sanding the Sjostrøm's teak in preparation for the first of a dozen coats of varnish. Real varnish, too. Not this "quick dry" (and even quicker to flake off) stuff. Eighteen hours between coats! I've got enough time to get three or four coats on before the weather changes this week.

And I'm NOT going to bother with a motor in the Sjostrøm before I splash her. She's only 5000 lbs. I'll get some extra long sweeps and row her in and out of the slip!

AND (as if life could get any better) I found an orphaned Black Hart ale in the boat's larder, which makes it all the more rewarding to be up on her deck, sanding and scraping. I was able to sand and scrape and then SIT and DRINK, on my boat, in the mountains, on a gorgeous sunny and warm and breezy morning. On February 1st, no less.

Stick a fork in me and turn me over. I'm done!

February 01, 2009 3:45 PM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

Olivia, can we do Cum Grano Salis AND low sodium?


Jalopkin, if there is not a bluegrass song about three ex fathers in law, there should be. We will wait for you to finish it. Meanwhile, there is Fred Eaglesmith's "I still miss her dad."


Georgia, I think SADD must be horrible, but I would imagine it would be even worse in a place with less sunshine than the Southland. I enjoyed spending sometime in New England ( and much less time in the Old one, too,) but the idea, along about March, that people have flowers blooming at home, is more than this southern boy can/could manage.  One friend who went to college in Massachesetts pointed out that she would leave college before spring got there and would arrive home well after it had passed.

As so many of my friends say, "That ain't no way to live." 

February 01, 2009 4:13 PM
10photoviewsCom-100First-comFirst-photoHr-1 unhinged said...

WT, I only found a couple of other songs on Youtube, kind of remind me of Donna the Buffalo, a sort of local band up this way.  Jerry Garcia and David Grisman made a couple great blue grass albums before he passed on.  One was "Not for Kids Only" aimed at kids of any age.

For the fun of it a lot of live bluegrass and such is available for free download at, a sharing site.  Its a fairly convoluted process to go from .flac files to cd but worth it sometimes.  After seeing Phil last summer we downloaded the show a couple days later.  A lot of bands allow tapers and some of the tapers post their stuff.  The quality is usually pretty good.

Okay, time to start cooking for the game, the ladies get nachos and refried bean sauce, shrimp coctail and corn bread tonight.  Enjoy the game all.

February 01, 2009 5:39 PM
1198 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Doc Nolan said...

Hmmm.... ground hogs.  I remember them from 'back up North'.  I don't think they have them in Texas, along with a bunch of other critters and plants (like rhubarb!)  

But then, I never played with ant lions as a kid or climbed a Chinese tallow tree 'back home'.

And then I remember (vividly) the first time I saw a Stellar's jay...

We all live in little compartmentalized worlds :-/

February 01, 2009 5:59 PM
Com-100First-comHr-1 belleball said...

Pogo used to refer to them as "groundchunks" - I believe the first name was George - and since he referred to children as "chunks" I was never certain as to whether George was the elder or the child.  

Whatever, in my house Groundhog's day marks the time when all acknowledgements for holiday loot received must be in the mail - lest the tooth fairy remove them to another place. 

February 01, 2009 6:01 PM
Com-100First-comHr-1 belleball said...

And Doc Nolan, even as we speak, the Stellars Jays are partaking of peanuts on the patio here - I love their markings - who else would wear plaids year round!

February 01, 2009 6:22 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...


Thanks for the Tip ... I'll hafta look up Fred's Music ... except that my 3rd. F I L is still alive, and is a good friend ... The other two at least had the grace to drop dead and did us all a favor ... Two men who truly deserved the shrews they were married to ...

DocNolan:  Down here Groundhogs are called, Nutriae ... The name for it among the Indians around the Amazon Basin is, Koypu, which means(in their language) "Little Beaver" ....... I was a Big Red Ryder Fan in the early 50's, even had a Red Ryder Daisy BB Gun ... I remember how disappointed I was when I found out that, Little Beaver was a boy .......    Anyway, around Pasadena Groundhogs are called, Water Rats .......

February 01, 2009 6:26 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...


I'll see if I can't make it fit with PickUp Trucks, Trains, and Mama .......

February 01, 2009 6:39 PM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

Isles, you are dangerously close to "If I had a pony, I'd ride him on my boat."


Un H, thanks for the info.  I found the Taylor Grocery Band on Rhapsody, where they give you a few free listens...I am a big fan of Not For Kids Only. There ain't no bugs on me.  And then there's Old and In the Way.  If you have a chance, do see Grateful Dawg, a film made by Mrs. Grisman about those two.


And I want to put in another repeat-myself plug for LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE, a totally excellent blues concert  film from a few years back.

February 01, 2009 6:53 PM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

Just went outside and found my chow playing with something large and fuzzy- a possum. I do not know whether she dispatched it or it somehow found its way dead into her domain ( stranger things have happened- some of my neighbors might have pitched it over a fence or wall).


I don't much think it was playing back.


It is funny, because All Good Latin Scholars know: Possum is the first person singular form of  I am Able. On the other hand,  O'Possum ( the Irish cousin)  gets its name from the Algonquin ( or Algonkian) word for white animal.  I suppose the recently decreased white animal in my dooryard  would properly be called "Poterat".

February 01, 2009 7:36 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Stoney said...


I think that it is SAD- seasonal affective disorder.

I have a personal corollary to your heartbreak over Updike's passing but am unable to open that container. Sorry, but who'd know better than you?

Peter Lake,

This is kinda funny. I was pimping on the normally punctilious houseguest about a rash of what looked like left handed typos.

It turns out that owing to a gunshoot injury or, more likely, a couple of surgical procedures to deal with it, he has a finger that refuses to bend.

Odd, I have one that refuses not to. Maybe if we were shaken up in a bag...

When I asked which finger, he said he would show me when next we meet.

He inquired as well after the Eye poster he refers to as: "That guy who doesn't want to see anyone go to bed unhappy."

"You must mean," I suggested, "That man in the slightly faded black and white striped shirt who is, from time to time, forced to send the entire class out into the corner of the cloak room."

I irritated him that way for awhile simply because once you let it be known that "feckless drivel" gets your cork, you haven't seen the end of it.

"That would be the admirable Peter Lake," I finally admitted.

He was gone before I could ask what, of the things you have said, he was looking to quote. It is a rich and widely varied field and there are a lot worse ways to spend an evening.

February 01, 2009 7:49 PM
1198 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Doc Nolan said...

Since no one else has dared ask the burning question that bedevils all of us.....

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Enquiring minds groan! One of the lamer tongue twisters known (at least in English -- Spanish has worse!)

February 01, 2009 8:49 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...


I both greatly enjoy as well as envy the friendship that you and Houseguest seem to share. That is a thing to be valued and protected.

Thank you for your kind words. When the shock of it wears off, and I am always surprised by it when it happens, I feel honored when someone like the venerable Houseguest, or anyone else in this fine place for that matter, remembers my meandering wagon trains of thought through the typically un chartered territory of my mind, let alone seek to quote from it.

Since the plight of injured digits seems to have touched both you and houseguest, please allow me to share my personal misadventure.

When I was but a young pre-teen alley rat on the South-Side, my friends and I thought (or didn't think) that it was such great fun to go from apartment building foyer to apartment building foyer and ring all of the doorbells and wait downstairs until everybody started buzzing the main entrance door open and yelling downstairs "Who's there". We of course would answer in our huskiest pre-puberty voices that "it's just me honey" or something to that effect and then run like hell out of the front of the building. Now it was always one guy's job to hold open the very heavy outer door to the apartment building until we had made it safely out of the building before letting it go and whoosh close.

We had performed this daring feat countless times throughout the neighborhood, and we always pulled it off like clockwork. Until one Sunday morning when we lost track of time and did not account for the crowd of folks just getting ready to come downstairs and go to mass in the church across the street.

We entered the foyer, I rang the doorbells, and then we heard all of the occupants coming downstairs. All of us took off at once, including our man on door duty. It appeared we had just barely made a clean and complete getaway as we rode our bikes away from the scene of the crime until I felt a sudden throbbing emanating from the place where the tip of my left pinkie finger used to be. I had escaped the closing door with everything except that last half inch of my finger. I was, as they say..... in "big kitty trouble" when my Mom and Dad came home from mass. The panic caused by seeing the tip of my finger just hanging from the end was all that saved my butt.

Like my good friend Frodo Baggins, I too was know in my neighborhood as "nine fingers". 9.666 would have been more acurate though.

February 01, 2009 9:07 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...


GOLFERS ...  Plaid aids in one's being seen on the Greens and Fairways, and lessens the chance of being struck by a well launched Missile from the Foursome behind, and when one might just happen to be in the woods, because of a sudden gust of wind, believe it or not, Plaid affords one a bit of Camoflage, making it easier for one to avoid distracting someone that he might be familiar with, and ruining their game too ...  Very considerate, Golfers ...

February 01, 2009 10:35 PM
10photoviewsCom-100First-comFirst-photoHr-1 unhinged said...

My dad pretty much grew up in the Adirondacks, family camp on the Black River, worked at the League Club and worked for the Major on Big Moose.  My Mom on the other hand grew up in Brooklyn and wasnt quite as accustomed to outdoor life.  After they had bought the camp in the adirondacks I remember my mother screaming from the kitchen.  A woodchuck stood outside the kitchen window, raised himself up to his whole 22 or so inches and bared his teeth at my Mom. 

We were allowed to go back outside in a day or so and mother got quite used to the country life or sort of.  The bear incident changed that a little.  A few years ago they had a nest of skunks under their back steps.  That freaked Mother a little but she took it in stride until one followed my youngest brother in the house and planted itself under the dining room server.  My brother and his NY city girlfriend of the time coaxed it out with canned chicken, but thats another story.  Not sure how Pop got rid of the skunks but new back steps were installed shortly after the server incident.

February 01, 2009 10:38 PM
Com-100First-comHr-1 belleball said...

Jalopkin - believe me, I have seen all manner of golf togs on the fairways, the greens, the roughs and in the water - and you do have a good point about camoflage - however, my very Favorite golf outfit that my David, the scratch golfer, once wore was a pair of yellow and orange paisley golf pants with a matching orange top - and of course an orange cap - The pants are still hanging in my keepsake rack - I cannot bear to part with them.  Should they be worn on the courses today, probably one would be chastized by the marshal for offending others' senses - those pants are fully as loud as the squawking Stellars Jays in my yard when they want more peanuts!

February 02, 2009 12:08 AM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...


WHEW !!! That beats my Green and Yellow Plaid with not-so-matching Lavender shirt all to hell ....... You are to be commended for Bravery ... having kept an item like that for so long, running the risk of having to explain such a thing to wandering curious children ... Congratulations to David !!!  The only thing I ever scratched on a Golf Course was my head, wondering what the hell just went wrong with that last shot ... After seven years of twenty-seven holes a day, three days a week, taking all kinds of lessons, buying every piece of equipment ever made, I discovered that the thing that makes me a lousy Golfer makes me a dynamite Bowler ... so I went back to the Bowling Alley, and that was closer to the Beer ....... Sometimes life just gets better while you're not really paying attention ...


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