Sunday Stealing

Stolen from League of  Extraordinary PenPals

1. October reading & writing goals and plans: I don't have any such goals, which is a good thing since October has just a week to go and I'd be unlikely to hit them now.

2. Something I did that totally paid off: I sent a personal letter to a prospective employer (see post below).

3. I want to see this make a comeback: Cash. I feel so sorry for the server when I dine out with friends and everyone wants a separate check. That's why I bring cash (including singles) and wish my friends did the same.

4. Generational traits I really value: Having worked in a multi-generational workplace and (hopefully) doing so again, I know that attitudes toward the job are different. I'm generalizing, of course, but Boomers compete over who can do it faster so we can do more, while Millennials want to do an effective, efficient job so we can get outta here. I just interviewed for a job and prospective employer said her first requirement of me is that I "be kind." Trust me, that was never a Boomer top priority. For bosses of my generation, it would be: How well do you handle stress? How eager are you to take on more responsibility? I can see that both approaches have benefits, but I value the work-life balance and humanity Millennials espouse.

5. Changes I’d like to see in my daily environment: I'd like more structure to my days. When I first retired, taking impromptu afternoon naps felt delightful. Now they feel rather indulgent. I want to look back on my day and feel like I've accomplished more. (But alas, I am undisciplined.)

6. Favorite soup dishes: I like basic soups, like chicken noodle and clam chowder.

7. Start with the best part, or save the best for last: What are we talking about here? If it's a book or movie, I think the most effective structure is to have the climax near the end but not the very last. If it's a meal, I guess it's how you define the best part. I'm not sure dessert is always the best part.

8. The most chaotic part of my daily life: Breakfast with these two. No cats have ever been as hungry as they are in the morning.

9. If I could only eat 10 things, I’d pick: Thin crust pizza, cheeseburgers, breaded shrimp, oatmeal, yogurt, cinnamon applesauce, mashed potatoes, coffee cake, chocolate chip cookies, ham and cheese omelette.

10. What Autumn feels like where I live: Cool, crisp, happy

11. The teacher who would be most proud of me: Mrs. Rath. Junior high. She worried that I was pretending to have a smaller vocabulary and less knowledge of current affairs than I did so that I'd more easily fit in with the other girls. She was right, of course.

12. My go to Halloween snacks & treats: If Trick or Treaters come to the door, they're getting a fistful of individually wrapped Life Savers. If they don't, said Life Savers will go into my purse and jacket pockets.

13. 10 ways my life is great right now: I'm so proud (and relieved) Joe Biden is President right now, A Hard Day's Night is on TCM, my cats are healthy and happy, I likely have a part-time job, but I don't need a part-time job, my buddy John has evolved into a more sensitive friend, I've got a nice little road trip with Elaine this week to look forward to, I'm pretty healthy, it's sunny today, I think our new minister is going to work out just fine.

14. A perfect day indoors looks like… A long shower with good tunes on the shower radio, a good movie or ballgame on the telly, a chapter or two of a good book, time with a friend 

15. Pumpkin spice… is a welcome addition to my oatmeal.

Fortune favors the bold

That's former Cub manager Joe Maddon's philosophy. He believes in bunting, base-stealing, and letting opposing batters see his pitchers the third time through the order. He does these things precisely because other managers don't. He has nearly 1,400 career major league wins. And so this past week I decided to make him my role model.

I've been retired a year now. I've been living off the funds I set aside decades ago, just in case I found myself between jobs. That cushion was supposed to carry me for six months and it's stretched nicely. But it's almost gone.

I just made the first withdrawal from one of my retirement accounts. I know that's what the money is for and since it's only earning 3%, it's really not doing me a lot of good where it is. It makes good fiscal sense to withdraw these funds first. But they have been growing tax deferred and with this withdrawal, the government gets the cut they've been waiting for. Plus, I opened this particular account back in 1992. More than 30 years ago. The woman I was then never really thought I'd be the woman I am now. 

Touching this money has left me surprisingly anxious and emotional. To the point where I discussed it with my shrink. I mean, this is nuts. This is what the money is for! I probably have at least a decade of life ahead of me, perhaps more. If I freak out every time I make a withdrawal, I can look forward to a lot of out-freaking.

So what can I do? I can begin collecting Social Security. I began paying into it when I was 17. It's mine. That will go a long way. And there's something else I can do. I can get a job.

Why not? I'm healthier right now than I've been in years, and am certainly healthier than I will be when I'm 75. And it would give my days the structure they have been lacking. I over think everything, and if I had a job I'd have something to occupy me beyond worrying. 

There's a stationery store around the corner from my home. They sell cards, gift wrap, journals, and calendars. And candles, so it smells good in there. I think it's over-priced so I don't shop often there, but I do browse. It's never terribly busy. It reminds me of the card shop in the office complex where I used to work. When things got super stressful at my advertising job, I'd say, "Fuck this. I want to work in the Hallmark card shop." 

So when I saw a "Help Wanted" sign in the window of my local stationery store, I thought, "This is meant to be." I went to the web site and saw that it is part time for the holiday season. "No retail experience required." Which is good, since I worked in an office setting for 46 years. I filled out the online form, clicked "submit," and waited for them to call me.

No one called me. This hurt my feelings. I was very good at my chosen profession. I won awards working on high-profile campaigns for Fortune 50 companies. I'm used to being wanted. Now, all of a sudden, no one wants me? Ouch.

So I got thinking, WWJD. What would Joe do? Joe Maddon would think outside the box and do something bold ...

Maybe the manager of the stationery store never saw my application. After all, it went to the corporate website, headquartered in NYC. Maybe the corporate software buried me in the queue under applicants who have retail experience. 

So how do I get the manager of the local store to see me? I could just drop in, but how do I know the manager would be there when I happen to show up? What if the manager is busy? I wouldn't be exhibiting much respect for his/her time, would I?

So I did what I do best: I wrote a letter. I began with the sentence: I love your store. I explained that while I have no relevant work experience (zip, zilch, none) I do have something to offer. Over my career I've learned how to work as part of a team, I'm reliable, and I'm comfortable discussing good/services. 

I knew it would make me stand out because no one gets letters delivered by USPS anymore.

"I received your letter and I am enamored." That's what the store manager said on my voicemail. We had a phone interview on Friday and Saturday, I went on my first job interview since George W. Bush was in office.

She liked me! She said there are 65+ applicants in the queue but she hadn't even opened them because she isn't sure how many new people she will need. Because she is bringing back people who worked holiday last year,* she told me she can "only" give me 8 hours/week.

That's OK with me. Two four-hour shifts will be a good way to get my feet wet in the retail world. If I like it, then maybe I can continue, at this store or another.

The important thing for me isn't the paycheck anyway. The reality is, I'm working for the tax withholding. Taxes that I pay on these wages will help mitigate what I owe on my tax-deferred withdrawals and stretch my retirement funds further.

Corporate still has to approve me. My references still have to be checked. But Cecelia, the manager, did say, "You're hired." She told me my letter left her feeling "cartwheels on fireworks happy."

Lesson: Employers don't expect applicants to send personal letters, just like infielders don't expect a hitter to bunt. That's why I should do it. Thanks, Joe.

*I like that she's loyal to her team from last year.

Photo by Siora Photography on Unsplash

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Something More (2005)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

1) Sugarland's lead singer Jennifer Nettles describes a busy morning that begins with a cup of coffee. Do you start your day with a cup of joe? Never. I hate the way coffee smells. I drink milk in the morning.

2) When she gets home from work, she sings that her house is dirty but says housework can wait until she has a glass of wine. Is there a particular chore on your "to-do" list that you keep putting off? I have a box from the office that I need to go through. Considering I've been retired a year, I think it's time! To be honest, I don't really remember what's in it.

3) The lyrics tell us happiness is something we can create. Do you agree? I think it's true to a large extent. But I also think each of us has to face challenges, and it's okay to not be okay.

4) In the video of this week's song, the members of Sugarland ride along in a vintage Cadillac. Are you one of those drivers who has a nickname for your car? No car.

5) The group hitches a ride in a red truck. The auto insurance industry tells us that Americans favor vehicles in the grayscale colors. Nearly 80% of cars on the road today are white, black, gray or silver. What color is your vehicle? No car.

6) Nettles achieved her dream of performing on Broadway when she took over the role of Roxy in Chicago. What's your fantasy job? Millionaire.

7) She wrote a cookbook with her mom called Sweet, Savory and Simple. When it was originally published, it was spiral bound. That way, it could be laid flat on the counter as the cook tries one of the recipes. How many cookbooks do you own? I believe I still have one around here somewhere. It has a recipe for the perfect fried egg on toast, which I wanted to master for a certain guy I was crazy about. The desire to please him soon passed, but I think the cookbook remains.

 

8) In 2005, when "Something More" was topping the country charts, Paul McCartney won a People's Choice Award for his concert tour. Do you have any plans to enjoy music performed live between now and the end of the year? Nope.

9) Random question: Who received the most recent compliment you gave? I reminded my former coworker, Rita, that her greatest gift is her enthusiasm. I warned her not to try to be more senior or sophisticated than she is, that her joy in the work makes her stand out in a very good way.

My hero

 

My favorite-most ball player was named one of the three best first basemen in the American League. He earned this nomination because his defense has been stellar. The metrics bear this out. What these stats don't reflect is that he did this while playing two months with a concussion.

I am so proud of him. Not only for this -- though being one of the league's best first baseman while playing with a concussion is pretty damn big -- but because he remains committed to doing good. His foundation has adopted 100 pediatric cancer patients and through this gift drive will ensure they get what they're wishing for this holiday season.

He's also sponsoring the runners representing CHAM (Children's Hospital at Montefiore) in the New York City Marathon on November 5, and his wife Emily is running along with them.

Appreciate him, New York!

Dekalb derailed

John, Gregory and I planned a trip to Dekalb to see our friend, Kathy. None of the three of us really wanted to do this, but Kathy has been commenting on Facebook that she misses us and is contemplating a trip to Chicago to see us. 

We can't have this. It's an hour by car. 90 minutes by train. Kathy is suffering cognitive decline. She doesn't belong behind the wheel of a car and could easily get off the train at the wrong stop. So we have to go to her.

John and Gregory don't interact with her as often as I do. They don't know that she retains little and angers easily. They don't know that she regularly contacts me using Facebook Messenger and then scolds me for answering her. ("I DO NOT USE MESSENGER!")

Or that she recalls herself as was one of "the first women in Sears advertising." That is so incredibly not true. I had already been there more than a year when she joined the team. There were literally dozens of female creatives there already, several in positions of power. After all, it was 1983, not 1953. John and Gregory know this. They were at Sears before me. But here's the thing: Kathy is not lying. She somehow truly remembers herself as the Sandra Day O'Connor of the Sears Wish Book. I didn't correct her. Her flights of fancy harm no one. It's just disturbing to hear such things.

I did my best to prepare them. Then we made our plans to hit the road.

John's aunt had Alzheimer's, so he consulted his cousin about how best to deal with Kathy. His cousin recommended we make arrangements that Kathy can just insert herself into. And that we have to be firm. It doesn't matter how insistent she is that she pick us up at the train and drive around town, or how angry she may get. While we can't stop her from driving, we don't have to encourage it. We would be Ubering around Dekalb. Period.

So we coordinated trains (I'd be getting on at a different stop) and found a bar blocks away from her apartment. We would meet there for lunch and, if she felt like it, we'd go back to her apartment for a visit. Or we could just linger longer over lunch. Her call. John handled corresponding with Kathy. She's been more than a little in love with him for 40 years -- even though he's gay -- and she's less likely to get snappish with him.

We were set! She told John she was so excited to see us that she cried. That was humbling. I admit that I wasn't thrilled about traveling three hours both ways to have a burger and some awkward conversation. But it was just one day of my life and it was obviously very important to her. It occurs to me that I spend time every week writing to lonely strangers as part of Letters Against Isolation. Shouldn't I be at least that compassionate with a 75-year-old woman I actually know?

Then an unexpected plot twist. Kathy sent John two separate, rambling emails. He isn't sure if she remembered sending the first one. She apologized but said she wasn't certain she could get it together to meet us at a specific time. She suggests that she will be better "in spring" and we should plan on getting together then.

I admit I'm not sorry the trip didn't happen. I try to be patient with Kathy but it's hard. (Just last night we did the tiresome Facebook Messenger dance ... again!) And I guess she's a walking/talking reminder of how fragile we each really are and how easy it would be to lose my independence.

Photo by Marko Mudrinic on Unsplash

A silver lining

I have lived in Cook County my entire life. I am aware that in some quarters we are a joke. A hotbed of crime and corruption. We're famous for Sam Giancana and Al Capone. The first Mayor Daley left a complicated legacy. At one point in recent history, we had two former governors in prison at the same time.*

But right now, as I look the politicians who represent me, I am pleased. I believe they do, indeed, represent me.

Governor JB Pritzker was not my first choice when he initially ran in 2018. After Donald Trump, after Bruce Rauner, I was not enthusiastic about a really rich guy with little legislative experience learning the job on my dime. But covid changed me. He took care of us. He brought us through. And today, when the State of Texas is heartlessly sending busload after busload of illegal immigrants up here, he's taking care of this, too. He's coordinating with Catholic Charities, he's confronting the White House, he's using every weapon in his arsenal to protect both Illinois tax payers and the human beings Greg Abbott has tossed away like used Kleenex. It's important to note that Pritzker is the scion of one of America's wealthiest Jewish families. (They own Hyatt Hotels, among other things.) He has been unerringly sensitive during this conflict, using his considerable gravitas and credibility to denounce anti-Palestinian violence.

Senators Durbin and Duckworth make me smile. I used to be a champion letter writer to DC, letting my Senators know how I want them to vote. I don't need to with these two. On the items I care passionately about, they represent me well. On the items I know less about, I trust their judgement. 

President Joe Biden made me proud this week when he flew to Israel. He spoke with compassion, not only for the Israelis but for innocent Palestinians. I appreciated his wisdom and candor when admitted that, after 9/11, America made mistakes. He showed tremendous courage making the trip to a hot war zone (just as he didn't shy away from traveling to Ukraine). 

I left out the representative to Congress because, OK, he's a hack and he's been there so long I think he's gotten lazy. I can't recall the last major piece of legislation he supported, much less co-signed. But as I watch the Republican House of Representatives embarrass themselves, I am grateful I know he'll vote each time for Hakeem Jeffries, an honorable man who is many things but most of all not Jim Jordan.

I know it's become fashionable to denigrate politicians. To complain about the current batch of candidates running for office. But for once, I'm not one of those complainers. I'm grateful for the public servants who are, indeed, serving me.

*Rod Blagojevich was pardoned by President Trump. Just sayin'. Barack Obama, whose senate seat Blago tried to sell, was very willing to just let him serve out his sentence.

Thursday Thirteen #331

13 most popular school mascots. Yes, there's a database that tracks this. I look these things up so you don't have to.

1. Eagles

2. Tigers

3. Panthers

4. Bulldogs

5. Warriors

6. Wildcats

7. Lions

8. Cougars

 

9. Knights

 

10. Mustangs

 

11. Falcons

 

12. Trojans

 

13. Vikings

 

In grade school we were the Panthers. In high school we were the Bulldogs. I dropped out of community college before I could cheer on the Trojans.

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1. What are you currently reading? Resilience by Elizabeth Edwards. Best known as a political spouse (wife of former Senator/VP candidate John Edwards), Elizabeth was also an attorney, an entrepreneur, and an author. This is her

second, and last, book, written after the public learned of her husband's infidelities and the return of her cancer. 

She saw resilience in many walks of life. The daughter of a career military man, she lived in Japan in the 1950s and met survivors of Hiroshima. She was personally affected by Vietnam: her father served and she attended the funerals of her friends' fathers who were killed in the conflict. She lost her own son in a car accident and struggled to find purpose in her life. Her father suffered a debilitating stroke. She was gobsmacked by a breast cancer diagnosis. Her husband's betrayal was covered by The National Enquirer.

All of this enhanced her natural empathetic/sympathetic tendencies and left her eager to share what she learned. This is a re-read for me. I believe she still has something to teach me. 

2. What did you recently finish reading? Hounded by David Rosenfelt. Ex-convict Danny Diaz was working hard to turn his life around. That made his murder shocking and sad, especially because he left behind a son and a basset hound. 

Dog? Did someone say "dog?" If a dog needs a human, Andy Carpenter is there. He's happy to give the dog a home, less enthusiastic about the boy, but Andy is a good guy, so he comes through for both kid and canine. Andy is also a crack defense attorney, and when a suspect is arrested in the Diaz murder, Andy finds himself handling the case. This makes him more involved with the Diaz murder than he ever wanted to be.

This book is an involving legal thriller but it's also very funny. Andy is a most engaging protagonist and I love this series. But here's a big, red letter WARNING: Do not read this one out of order. Characters and circumstances are introduced that have an impact on the later books.

3. What will you read next? The Last Politician: Inside Joe Biden's White House by Franklin Foer.

 

 

 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Goodbye, Cruel World (1961)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

1) This week's song has a circus theme. Have you ever been to a circus? If yes, did you enjoy it? Yes, when I was very little (pre-school? Kindergarten?). No, I didn't enjoy it. It was an old-school three-ring circus and it was too much for me, I didn't know what to focus on and it upset me. Also, the candy vendor only had those marshmallow peanuts. I remember thinking they were yucky. Everything was yucky. I realize the problem wasn't the circus, it was that I was too young.

They didn't taste like peanuts at all!

2) James Darren sings that he's running away to join the circus. When you were a kid, did you ever run away from home? Yes. I was a little older than I was when we went to the  circus, but not by much. I packed underpants, a jar of peanut butter and a spoon in a tote bag. I told my parents I'd taken the peanut butter and the spoon and explained my intent. They told me they understood, and that I was welcome to come back home anytime. Then my plush Lassie dog and I were off. I made it about two houses away, realized it was dark and scary, and came back. I told my parents I planned to take off again in the morning. Of course I did not. I know this story so well because my parents loved it and retold it countless times. Apparently it was hard for them not to laugh at how earnest I was that I was not stealing the peanut butter. My favorite part of the story is that, unbeknownst to me, my dad was outside in the bushes watching me, ready to stop me if I headed toward the busy street. He was not a very hands-on father, and the thought of him crouching among those pine shrubs touches me.

 

3) While he understands intellectually that this girl is no good for him, he tells us his heart is stubborn. Do you have a stubborn streak? Yes. My two biggest faults are that I am stubborn and lazy. Not an attractive combination and I'm working on it.

4) Though he had three top 20 singles, including this one, James Darren found more consistent success as an actor. Between 1959 and 1963, he played surfer Jeff Matthews, aka "Moondoggie," in three Gidget movies. Have you seen any Gidget movies? What about the TV show, starring Sally Field? Yes. Enjoyed them all in their time, though I don't watch them now.

5) "Moondoggie" got his unique nickname because he enjoyed surfing in the moonlight. Looking back on Summer 2023, did you visit the beach (by moonlight or otherwise)? Not in the summer. But in March I went to Tampa to visit my Cousin Rose. She took me to John's Pass, which is touristy but delightful (after all, I was a tourist!) and I wiggled my toes in the sand and then we took a boat ride.

 

Greetings from the Gulf of Mexico

6) While he was playing Gidget's teen dream, he was a married man. He wed Danish beauty queen Evy Norlund in 1960. They met when she came to Los Angeles to pursue a career and they were both working at Columbia Studios. More than 60 years later, they're still together. Tell us about the longest-married couple you know. I guess that would be Mindy and Alan. They were married in (I believe) 1987. I remember when they met on a blind date set up by a woman Mindy met at a photography class. They have been through a great deal together -- infertility and health problems, financial setbacks -- but they have seemed happy with each other throughout.

7) James Darren also played Officer James Corrigan on ABC's police drama, TJ Hooker. Have you ever considered a career in law enforcement? Nope. I'm too chicken.

 

8) In 1961, when this song was on the radio, matching his & hers mohair sweaters were on trend. Do you have a favorite sweater? Yes. It's very loose and long and blue. I got it from Goodwill! I went through the store after I dropped off a box of my own gently-used items. I wanted to see the prices in the store so I could accurately value my donation at tax time. Anyway, I saw it hanging on the end cap and I fell in love. I've had it so long that I've had to mend it, but I don't care. It's forever my fave.

9) Random question -- They say we're all young at heart. In what ways are you childlike? I believe I do good in the world. I know my contributions are not mighty or noteworthy (sending postcards for candidates/causes I believe in, writing Letters Against Isolation) but I believe if we all do what we can we make the world a better place. I know how corny that sounds, but I have believed it since I was a little girl and first heard, "Ask not what your country can do for you ..."

Think

The world is in crisis. Hamas attacked Israel in the most shocking, cruel way. Now Israel is retaliating and the body count is skyrocketing. The Ukrainian people continue to fight for their autonomy against a land-grabbing Russian regime. And who is far and away the front runner for the GOP nomination?

A man who said to The Proud Boys, "Stand back and stand by." Even before The Proud Boys rioted on the Capitol on January 6, they were a force at the "Unite the Right" riot in Charlottesville, where they chanted, "Jews will not replace us." 

A man who waved around a classified Pentagon document about a potential attack on Iran, just to make a point so he would get a favorable write-up in an upcoming book.

A man promises to end the Ukraine War in 24 hours. Considering his ongoing bromance with Putin, I think we can all imagine the concessions he'd insist the Ukrainians make.

Sometimes it feels like Joe Biden is the only one who can unite the US and our European allies to save the world. Often it feels like Joe Biden is the only one who can save us from Donald Trump.

I don't pretend to understand why so many of our countrymen are in Trump's thrall. I just hope the devastating, consequential times we live in will cause them to reassess and perhaps put larger interests ahead of their own.

If not? Well, to quote former Trump chief of staff, retired General John Kelly: God help us.

 

And the beat goes on

Here's the Amazon page

I admit I've had the blues all week. A lot of it is because of the ugly attack on Israel and the ensuing war. Much of it is because of The Girls, the novel by Emma Cline I recently finished. 

It's told from the perspective of a woman looking back on her teen years in the late 1960s and how she somehow, improbably and yet in a way, inevitably, ended up in a commune. Headed by a charismatic madman, a thwarted rock star, who managed to convince a band of middle-class white girls to commit one of the most infamous and bloody mass murders of a very bloody decade.

Obviously based on the Manson Family and the Sharon Tate murders, it's not really very violent. At least not in the conventional, literal sense. I found it terribly painful and exhausting emotionally because it reminded me of my own high school years. No, I was never seduced into a cult. Because we didn't have a cult nearby.

But I did feel completely lost during those years. It was Vietnam, Watergate and Patty Hearst. My parents' marriage and finances were unraveling and neither of them handled it well. The adult world seemed malignant and corrupt. My classmates were into pep clubs and making floats while everything around us was spinning down into the abyss. I felt like a fraud when I pretended to care about those things. Oh yeah, and to make matters worse, there was disco.

When I mentioned in last week's Saturday 9 that I was miserable in high school, a well-meaning but presumptuous commenter assumed I'd been bullied. That might have been simpler and easier to recover from. No, I had friends. I was not bullied. I was just deeply disillusioned, lonely and isolated.

Watching the world now, I worry about today's 16-year-old girls. As I could not fathom my church-going dad's full-throated support of Nixon, they must look at the hypocrisy of their Christian parents wearing MAGA hats and find them deplorable. How can they trust an adult world that values the rights of gun owners over their own safety, offering them nothing more than "thoughts and prayers" as comfort after school shooting after school shooting? Or mocks environmental activism and blissfully leaves the next generation with a planet in peril?

I have to stop now. Remembering the teenage me just makes me ache too much for this new generation of girls.

Thursday Thirteen #330

 
Our 13 most common surnames. I'm 65 and never married. That means I have been hearing my decidedly German surname mangled by strangers for 65 years. I no longer correct people anymore. Whatever they want to call me is fine. I admit there are times I wished I married, just to unload it ... preferably for one of these. No one mispronounces these. 

And so, without further ado, here are the 13 most common surnames in the US, according to Census Data. 

1. Smith

2. Johnson

3. Williams

4. Brown

5. Jones

6. Garcia

7. Miller

8. Davis

9. Rodriguez

10. Martinez

11. Hernandez

12. Gonzalez

13. Wilson

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1. What are you currently reading? Hounded by David Rosenfelt. When ex-convict Danny Diaz is murdered, Detective Pete Stanton calls on his friend, lawyer Andy Carpenter, to come get Diaz' basset hound, Sebastian. That's no surprise, since Andy has an outsized love/affinity for dogs. What is a surprise is that, holding the leash, is Diaz' son, Ricky. With his father's death, the little boy is now an orphan. Soft-hearted Det. Stanton doesn't want Ricky to get mired in the child welfare system and persuades Andy to take the boy as well as the dog. So far, it's heartwarming, right?

Things take a shocking turn when a suspect is arrested and Andy is called upon again, this time to provide a solid defense. So he's representing the the accused killer in court while the victim's son and dog are sleeping in his guest room. 

 

So far I'm loving this book because it's so very Andy Carpenter. He's quick witted, smart mouthed and refreshingly void of physical bravery. He's also funny and I enjoy learning how he preps for a big, high profile trial.

2. What did you recently finish reading? The Girls by Emma Cline. Evie Boyd is kinda invisible. She's in her 60s, childless, never married. Her "career" consists of getting by, taking care of other people's plants, pets and homes. While crashing at the summer home of an old friend, she's awakened when she hears someone opening the refrigerator. She immediately thinks the intruder is going to kill her. Instead, it turns out it's her friend's college-aged son.

 

The kid remembers Evie. He recalls his dad mentioning her notorious past. Back in 1969, she was a member of a cult. An infamous murderous cult. You know the one: a California wild man collected girls at a ranch and somehow persuaded them to kill.

 

In flashbacks, we see how 14-year-old Evie was seduced -- not by the cult leader but by "the girls." How they gave Evie something she ached for. It wasn't the drugs or the sex, it was belonging.

Why do people join cults? What made teenage girls follow Charles Manson, or makes church goers applaud every cruel, crude, illegal action of a twice-impeached, 90x indicted ex-president?

This is a serious, challenging novel.

3. What will read next? I don't know.

 

 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Gloria (1982)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

1) In this song, Laura Branigan is advising her friend to take it a bit slower in her pursuit of a particular man. Did you more recently give or receive advice? I had a rather serious conversation with my nephew, who just turned 24, about the worst part of pet parenthood: euthanasia. My sister's family adopted their cat 17 years ago, when my nephew was just 7. That feline has been his buddy almost his entire life. The family knew Donny was fading, but my nephew wasn't sure it was time to let him go. He asked me how I arrived at the decision with my cat, Reynaldo, in 2021. I got a text from my nephew -- he only texts -- after they said goodbye to Donny and he thanked me for helping him be at peace with the decision.

 

2) Gloria seems determined to rush ahead, regardless of the consequences. Do you consider yourself a big risk taker? Not anymore. When I was younger, I was more fearless. Time has made me more conservative.

 

3) Laura herself seemed to be impulsive in love. She met a lawyer at a party in 1978 and they married months later. It worked out, though. They were married for almost 20 years, until his death. Thinking of your circle of friends, has someone more recently been married, divorced, or widowed? I'm at a time in my life when my friends' kids are getting married.

4) "Gloria" was originally recorded in 1979 by Italian singer Umberto Tozzi. His version was a Top Ten hit in Switzerland, Belgium and Germany. Have you ever visited any of those countries? I visited Switzerland and Germany back in the mid-70s during my one and only trip to Europe.

5) In 2018, decades after its initial release, this recording of "Gloria" enjoyed a surge in popularity. The St. Louis Blues used it as their victory song whenever they won a hockey game at home. What's the most recent sporting event you attended? 

I was there last month when Kris Bryant returned to Wrigley Field. It was a perfect day. 

6) After Laura Branigan died of a cerebral aneurysm at the age of 52, her high school established a scholarship in her honor. When did you most recently return to your old high school, and what was the reason? My nephew's graduation six years ago. Being back there practically gave me PTSD. My mom, who also attended that same school, used to tell high school me that "these are the best years of your life." My mother could not have been more wrong about that.

 

7) In 1982, when this song was popular, the Sears catalog sold an at-home blood pressure monitor that ran on four C-batteries and sold for $190 (that's $600 in today's dollars). Amazon's current best-selling monitor is cheaper ($40) and smaller, running on AAA batteries. Is high blood pressure a concern of yours? I'm probably more worried about it than I should be. My dad died of a stroke, brought on by high blood pressure, when he was 55. Since I favor his side of the family, I always grill the doctor after my BP is taken, and I'm always told it's fine.

 

8) Also in 1982, The Compleat Beatles, a two-hour documentary about The Fab Four was released to good reviews. Do you enjoy documentaries? If I'm in the right frame of mind.

9) Random question: Which of these chores to you enjoy the least: doing the dishes or the laundry? The dishes. Laundry is a once-a-week thing and it's the one chore I'm very good at, which makes it satisfying. It feels like I'm always at the kitchen sink, washing something. I hate it.