Today’s interruption is brought to you by baseball and childhood.

Many many years ago in a land far far away, I got to go to a baseball game. Not just any baseball game, but a game with my heros! This story involves my childhood, so it was MANY years ago, a different century and millennium, and any trip over 50 miles was far far away to me. As it was we were traveling to New York to see my grandparents. Travel in those days was not easy as my dad usually had to take us to a train depot, or an airport far from home to make connections.

So we had taken part of the trip in the car to Kansas City. We visited some friends of my parents and while there we went to a baseball game. At that time the A’s were in Kansas City (1955-1968) which is a fact that only matters because I was able to go and see them play the YANKEES, which were in the Bronx, and continue to be in the Bronx.

The YANKEES were THE team. Every kid in America loved them, including me, and this was a time frame when they were powerful. I think I knew every player, at least the ones that counted: Yogi Berra, Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Whitey Ford, Moose Skowron. I was about to go and see them all. It was a day I’ll never forget. Actually I didn’t get to see them all. One of the M’s didn’t play but I can’t remember if it was Mantle or Maris, so I have chosen to remember that I saw them all.

Fast forward to December 2007. We took a trip to NYC to see my daughter. Boy did we see NYC and had a blast, but the highlight of the trip for me was a surprise that Jennifer and Gene cooked up. A birthday present I think. They had planned a tour of Yankees stadium!! WOW!!

bridgeIt was a Sunday as I remember and the day was gray and windy. We decided to drive and took the Throg’s Neck bridge. We could see the white caps on the water and there were spots where the water had splashed onto the highway. But nothing was going to dampen my enthusiasm. I was only worried that we would get lost. I had always hoped to go to a ballgame at Yankee Stadium and this was as close as I was ever going to get.

subwayWe did arrive safely and decided we had enough time to grab some lunch before the tour. I think it was a McDonald’s or a chain fast food place at least. As we came out of the restaurant fast food place we could see the subway sign and my heart started beating a little faster. The stadium was right there in the background, but it was so large I didn’t actually notice it. Not only one stadium, but two. The new one was being built right across the street from the old one.

gene-dugoutWe made it to the tour. We were inside that historic stadium and I was soaking it all in. Photos everywhere in the halls. All the greats. The pressbox where we could see all the field, covered with snow I might add. The clubhouse where we couldn’t take pictures because it is being used by the players. I could see some stuff left during the off-season, and smells, just like any locker room.

fieldAnd then …….. We were there, in the dugout!! All I could do was stutter: Babe Ruth sat here, Mickey Mantle sat here, and I continued to utter names that I knew. It was a minor point that none of those players had actually sat in that dugout since they did major renovations in the 1970’s. It just didn’t matter to me one little bit. Next thing I knew I was walking up the steps and touching the field. I really wanted to go out onto that field, but my desire to not be arrested took control. (I actually did step out onto the field later on, but there is no evidence, and I’ll deny it.) As a sidenote I could mention that my daughter has been to several games in this very stadium, but for now I again choose to ignore certain facts. She wants me to be jealous and I’m not going to do that.

So now it is October 2009. World Series time. The Yankees are once again playing in the Series. (I am going to totally ignore that they are one game behind the Phillies because a lot can change.) They are now playing in their new stadium and possibly someday I will take a tour of it also. I never grew out of loving them! And for now I’ll just enjoy my memories as they warm my heart on this cold snowy day.

Did I say snow? Of course I did, and let me just share the latest forecast on Day Two of this autumn storm we are having. This is not a good start for what is going to come when winter actually arrives.

Snow. Blowing snow. Snow accumulation around 2 inches. Highs 30 to 35. North winds 20 to 25 mph with gusts to 35 mph. Chance of snow near 100 percent.

Areas of blowing snow in the evening. Cloudy with snow likely. Colder. Snow accumulation around 2 inches. Lows 15 to 20. Northwest winds 10 to 20 mph with gusts to 30 mph. Chance of snow 70 percent. Wind chill readings zero to 10 above zero.

Today’s interruption is keeping me warm. Go Yankees!


Today’s interruption is brought to you by the USPS and retreat.

I’ve been looking forward to my quilt guild’s retreat since I joined the guild a year ago. Actually I wanted to go to the retreat even before I joined, and quite possibly was the very reason I joined. I had heard from friends how fun it was and all the munchies they had. Food always does it for me!

lunchI had recently ordered a booklet with some quilted items and was hoping the USPS would come through for me and deliver it on time. They did, and I am happy. I’m not a very prolific quilter, but I do have LOTS of ideas as well as supplies. In fact (feel free to roll your eyes) I just bought some favrick (fabric, for those of you who don’t speak childease) to make some market totes. I’m actually considering making them for gifts for Christmas, but am wavering because of my limited sewing skills.

If they come out good, I’ll want to keep them. But if they come out bad, I won’t want anybody to see them. Dilemma Dilemma! Oh wait, I can make double – one for me and one for a gift. Another for me and another for a gift. I might be onto something here, but as I said, I am NOT a prolific quilter.

As I close this post, I’d like to give a shout out to my brother, Richard. It is his birthday. I’ll be kind and not tell you how old he is, but alas, he is still younger than me. If you notice my archives, you’ll see that Richard seems to get mentioned regularly. I have two other brothers I love just as much, but they are much quieter and not as prone to note-worthy escapades.


Today’s interruption is brought to you by 38 old cars and brothers.

So, I’m going about my normal daily routine: wake up and stumble to the coffee pot. Actually this is right after I stumble somewhere else, but I didn’t think that was a detail you needed to hear. So I have my coffee, freshly made by Gene of course. He is so good to me, and he gets up earlier than me. Next, I grab the newspaper off the front porch to see what news I might have missed. Mostly I read it for the comics and local sports. The rest of the news I’ve probably already seen on the internets.

Time to check email. The usual newsletters, and not much else. But wait! Why do I have email from the Omaha World-Herald. I don’t subscribe and it wasn’t marked as spam. I can see by the preview that my brother Richard has sent me a story. Actually a link, but I can already tell by the subject line I am going to see Carhenge, whether I like it or not. I’ve already sent flowers to my brother, thanking him for his kindness.


Carhenge is the scourge of my little town. Most people seem to think we could have done without this little tourist attraction, especially when it is #2 on the list of wackiest places to visit. Here’s a little quote from the World-Herald article:

The only attraction deemed wackier than Carhenge is the toilet seat museum in San Antonio that features more than 800 decorated toilet seat lids but no bathroom.

BUT the rest of the world loves it. I’ve had visitors from three foreign countries, and several US states, and they have ALL wanted to see Carhenge. One of them in a blizzard and one of them even wanted to go straight from the airport.

And let me tell you about this straight-from-the-airport visitor. He lives in England. Ninety minutes from Stonehenge! 38carsNinety minutes that he had never found, for gawd’s sake, to visit Stonehenge. And now it was top priority to see Carhange? Kids these days! Now I admit it is unique, but not worthy of the homage it has received. In the end it was good we had gone from the airport as things changed drastically in the next days. Princess Diana died. This young man was devastated. This young man felt so alone in a foreign country that doesn’t have royalty. A country that is thousands of miles from where he wanted to be. We were glued to the television for days.

I don’t know if my brother, Richard, has ever seen Carhenge or Stonehenge for that matter, but I can guarantee that the next time he comes to visit I WILL give him the royal tour. Oh, and I lied about the flowers.

Footnote: Yes, I borrowed the photo of Carhenge, but just until I can drive out there to take my own, which I’m sure will be very soon.


Yes, the topic today is Maple Surple – real Maple Surple. And why is it surple instead of syrup? Simple answer – because I like that word. I’m never sure how I want to pronounce syrup. Is it sir-up or is it sear-up? I just looked it up, and the dictionary site I used gives the first one, but I’ve heard plenty of people say it like sear – as if you were searing meat on a grill. Well I don’t want seared liquid on my pancakes, and as far as I know Queen Elizabeth has not knighted it, so surple it is. Besides many little kids say it that way, and I am a kid at heart.

So here’s the deal. I’m sure we all love REAL maple surple, and because of the price difference, we usually don’t buy it in the grocery store. That fake stuff works to add some sweetness. Last year in October, my brother and his wife took their honeymoon trip to Vermont. My brother borrowed my digital camera to take along and I told him, that in exchange for that favor, he should bring me some real maple surple.

Did he? Have you met my brother? I’m sure the answer to both questions is NO, or at least to the first question. He used the camera; I got no surple!

mapleI was more than willing to continue living with my fake stuff, but when a real live human being is going to Vermont from Nebraska, the rule is to bring back the real stuff. So for the last year I have wanted craved real maple surple. Deep down to my toes I have craved it. So this year, some friends were taking a nice “see the fall colors”  trip to Vermont. Aaahhhhaaaa I thought. My chance is here!! The request was placed, and lo and behold, a very nice can of real Premium Grade A Vermont Maple Syrup arrived at my house. Not only did the surple arrive, but so did a bag of real Maple candy!! A whole bag of little candies shaped like maple leaves, labeled with Harlow’s Pure Maple Candy, and ohsoyummy!!! I know the kind thing, the nice thing, the right thing, the expected thing is to share, but that just might not happen this time.
openspaces Oh and just in case you might be wondering about the whole maple thing – I thought I would mention that we don’t have maple trees in Nebraska. We also don’t have oak trees, or birch, or chesnut. Okay let me be totally honest – trees are darn rare in Nebraska. Here’s just one little sample photo of Nebraska. Can you see a tree? Nope, not a tree in sight and that view goes for miles. Miles and miles of wonderful blue skies and wide open spaces. I guess it is a good thing my favorite color is blue and not green.
So that’s my entry for today. Some people would close with “Have a good day” or “Have a great day” but let me just say …

Happy Surple-ing!!
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