Lot of you in the Northeast were probably in the same situation we were in the last few days, without heat and electricity thanks to Saturday’s snowstorm. We lost power Saturday afternoon and it didn’t come back on until yesterday. We muddled through, suffering some inconvenience but no serious damage, and I hope you can all report the same. But no power = no internet, and that explains why no posts since Saturday. That doesn’t mean that no blogging occurred.
Our intrepid staff of ace reporters, hard-nosed editors, and crackerjack researchers remained at their posts, 24/7. Huddled under blankets in the dark, working by flashlights and candles, they scribbled away furiously in notebooks, the result being a big batch of posts waiting to be typed up and published. For example: we’ll have a couple of book reviews for you, one of Rin Tin Tin: The Life and the Legend by Susan Orlean and, for all you Terry Pratchett fans, a review of Sir Terry’s latest Discworld novel, Snuff!
There’ll be something up every day through the weekend---some days, there’ll be two somethings, so stay tuned. Meanwhile, if you’re inclined, you can catch up with posts from October you might have missed.
A good chunk of the month was taken up with reports from the day I helped occupy Wall Street with members of Teamsters Local 455. All the posts are collected here. But a few of the highlights include my encounters with some of the hippie weirdos who make up the Occupy movement: an ironworker from California who’d come to New York for a job and wound up occupying Wall Street, a half-dozen or so ministers and priests, and a pair of elderly but enthusiastic Michael Moore fans, retired union members and products of Catholic schools who love Moore because, as they said, he listened and took to heart what the nuns taught him.
Yep. The conservative concern trolls are right. These are exactly the sort of people Democrats should distance themselves from.
The only disorderly conduct I witnessed while there was a temper tantrum thrown by a limo driver who’d just missed running down a bicycle and my own accidental visit to a strip club---all I wanted was a sandwich, I swear!
And I discovered that the painter Marc Chagall spent a couple of idyllic years in this area, an episode in his life that his widow did her best to keep unmentioned to the point of having it practically erased from the story of his life. She was helped by the fact that few of Chagall’s neighbors during those years knew he was there or even who he was.
Ok, time to get typing. A heads up, though. As I warned back in the spring, November’s Fundraising Month. I’ll try not to be too pushy about it, but the donation button will be at the top of the page most days, so, if you enjoy what goes on here and would like to help keep the blog going strong and you can swing it, please consider making a donation. It’d be much appreciated.
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