Just Like L.A.–Without the Traffic, Part II
Shaq and Ashton Kutcher must know something, right?
Category: Huntsville
Just Like L.A.–Without the Traffic
Bill and Chelsea, Tom Hanks, Goldie and Kurt, Malibu Librarian…and now Shaq too.
I’m telling ya, Huntsville is getting to be just like L.A.–without the traffic.
(Hat tip to Number One Son).… Read the rest
Malibu Librarian Sighting
I know all you Fusioneers think I just live in sleepy little ol’ Huntsville, Alabama. But truth be told, we’re quite the hip and happening place, and we’re very accustomed to hob-knobbing with the elite.
Whether it’s Tom Hanks dropping off his kid at U.S. Space Camp or Kurt and Goldie showing up to watch their son Wyatt play hockey for UAH, a celebrity sighting hardly even draws a gasp of awe these days.
But a Malibu Librarian sighting? Well, now that’s a different story altogether:
I can assure you there’s nothing wrong with your eyes. That really is Harding alum and now Pepperdine’s own James Wiser, librarian extraordinare, standing outside Little Rosie’s Taqueria in Huntsville.… Read the rest
How to Do D.C.
Eyegal and I have been in Washington, D.C. since Wednesday for a little getaway plus a friend’s wedding, and we’ve compiled a list of tips on how to “do D.C.” I’ll probably have more to say about my impressions of this wonderful city and the wedding later in the week, but since we’re traveling back today this will have to do for now:
- For outdoor touring, pick the one day in the summer when the temperature tops out at a mere 75 degrees with only a trace of humidity and a few scattered clouds. Oh wait–that was last Thursday and probably won’t happen again anytime soon.
The Rite of the Funeral Parlor
Last evening, Eyegal and I stood in the receiving line of a local funeral parlor to pay our respects to the family of a man who suddenly died this past weekend. He was a great-grandfather, full of years, and a pillar to his family and community.
We arrived a couple of minutes before the visitation was to start and the receiving line already wound its way through the chapel and stretched out the door into the lobby, snaking its way through the narrow hallway past several other viewing rooms, the water fountain and the bathrooms, all the way to the casket display area.… Read the rest
A 9:11 of a Different Kind
I have seen something else under the sun:
The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor does food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happen to them all.–Ecclesiastes 9:11
Last Friday, 39-year-old Darren Spurlock was having a delightful lunch with his wife Kelly and their two young sons, Ben and James. It was like any number of such lunches that were no doubt occurring at the same time; family members meeting working Dads and Moms at various bistros throughout Huntsville, sharing some laughs, making plans for upcoming vacations, eating outdoors and basking in the warmth of the early summer sun.… Read the rest
Wake Up and Run For Your Life
Numbers One, Two and I ran the Cotton Row Memorial Day Run in downtown Huntsville this past Monday. None of us had been running much lately (I’ve had a bad case of “turf toe” since February), so a 5K for fun (and to get the t-shirt) seemed about right. We were running late, so we ended up at the back of the pack at the start.
As we stood there waiting for the gun to go off, we suddenly heard the people around us applauding and cheering. We looked up and saw the very last 10K finisher (it had started nearly 2 hours before) crossing the finish line.… Read the rest
It All Begins in New Hampshire
While the main attractions on the Huntsville Pilgrimage Association Home Tour this past Saturday were the collection of historical houses and the beautiful Episcopal church downtown (be sure to click on “Home Tour”), there were some other interesting sights as well:
Bill Gnade, are you responsible for this?
Well, you know what they say: It all begins in New Hampshire.… Read the rest
Thou Shalt Not Kick Thy Neighbor’s A$#
Once upon a time, just like the cell phone commercial, I fretted over how much time my kids spent text messaging their friends.
Then I tried it. And like Mikey, I liked it! There were many occasions and situations when a short text made more sense than calling. So we got an unlimited text message package and we all lived happily ever after.
But before the other night, I had never texted anyone except family members. But someone Lindsay changed all that…
… Read the restLindsay (texting from a number not in my address book): Hey its lindsay! Hope you guys are prepared to kick some neighbor in the a$#!
They Looked Like Royalty
Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the The Duke of Corley, Sir Harrison Hairbrane of Hockenspeil and the lovely Princess Diehard Batterea of Gobamastein:
Well, no, actually it’s Number Two Son and his girlfriend E. just prior to the prom on Saturday night.
But we sure thought they looked like royalty.
A Sign Of The Times
Farewell, Speedee, we hardly knew ye.
He’s being replaced with a new sign and a new McDonald’s, one with specialty coffees and free wireless internet.
Another piece of 20th century Americana bites the dust–a sign of the times.
A Writer’s Worst Nightmare
I always get a little nervous on the second Saturday night of each month before my community column is published in the Sunday Huntsville Times.
Basically, I’m afraid that the editor will make a change that will drastically alter my column and make me look like an idiot in front of thousands (well, okay, maybe a couple of hundred) of people. I have visions of people coming up to me in Target and saying, “Hey aren’t you the guy who writes that drivel in the Sunday paper?”
Last Saturday night, all that pre-publication angst turned into a writer’s worst nightmare.… Read the rest
And Away I Went
I got in the truck… and away I went.
Oh, that’s right, most people like reading the first paragraph, well, first:
A burned out ignition coil on the last day of a beach vacation is a real buzz killer. Oh, and another thing: The nearest dealer was over 150 miles away in Montgomery.
For the record, I’ve complained to the editor about the disappearing-first-paragraph problem in the online edition, and he said that The Huntsville Times doesn’t own the website but instead contracts out so therefore they have no control over it.
I say it’s about time The Huntsville Times joins the 21st century and creates their own website like so many other newspapers have.… Read the rest
I Got In The Truck
I promised everyone more details regarding my “mad, moonlit dash into L. A. (Lower Alabama) with a chain-smoking, Diet Coke-swilling insomniac tow truck driver named Keith.”
In my community column in this coming Sunday’s Huntsville Times, I’ll deliver.
Looking back, I had two choices. I could have simply given the keys and a note to the dealer to Keith and had him deliver the car by himself and checked on it the next day as we drove through Montgomery on the way home. Or, I could get in the truck and see what adventures lay in store along U.S. 331 on a Friday night in the heart of the Deep South.… Read the rest
Horton Hears a Hooah in Huntsville!
Breaking news: I’m pleased to report the that the City of Huntsville, Alabama has finished in first place in 20th Century Fox’s “Horton Hears You–Hometown Challenge.”
Last Thursday, citizens of Huntsville, bolstered by a large contingent of soldiers from Redstone Arsenal, stood in front of the Von Braun Civic Center prior to the Huntsville Havoc vs. Columbus Cottonmouths hockey game and let loose a loud barbaric yawp which reportedly red-lined decibel meters and tickled seismographs as far away as Tupelo, Mississippi.
By winning, those who participated receive free passes to a special Huntsville premiere prior to the nationwide release of “Dr.… Read the rest