Well sweetie pie, its headin’ into the last week o’ May and we’re jest startin’ to see temperatures git above the pernt where yew can shut the heat down. Between the dampness and the rain coming down every other day, it seems, we ain’t had any time to warm up. This week is supposed to be one o’ them late-spring days we all like. Remember, we’re into the thoid month o’ spring and the leaves on many trees still ain’t sprung up yet.
Tennyrate, the sure sign o’ spring and the warm weather is the parade that’s gonna troop up Campbell Avenue on Monday. I can tell yew the parade organizers have one eye on their parade rosters and t’other eye on the weather reports. I don’t hafta tell yew that the last two parades have been washed out and this one will be too effen Mother Nature decides to rain on it. There ain’t no rain date for the procession. It’s a one and done proposition.
We all wanna see it go off cuz poor Freddie Jackson was given the honor in 2016 of being the grand marshal, but we ain’t had a parade the last two years. It made the selection of the new grand marshal a shoe-in. Poor Fred’s hopin’ the thoid time’s the charm, and so do a lotta people.
I see the local watering holes along the Avenue are gearing up for the day. Some are opening early and staying open late. One or two, I notices whilst out in the gassamobuggy had signs alerting patrons to the fack they’ll be open at 9 in the ayem. Methinks there might be some well watered spectators watching the annual procession.
Jest to remind yew, we’ll not be open on Mondee, but be celebrating the day like most other people.
Meanwhile the Mystick Maidens of the Marsh have planned a Memorial Day do in the swamps by West Haven High School. With the construction and all, the place seemed a fine locale to git our festivities going. Natchurly, the MMMs have been ignored once again by the parade committee. We offered to have a float in the parade again and were given the gate by those in charge.
Still, Madame Maiden Merlie Mae will preside over this year’s affair and has pledged to make it one o’ the top social events of the year. All the mucky-mucks of the celebrity class here in town have been invited, and we’ve even invited Ed Granfield and John Carrano from the Charter Revision Commish to offer some thoughts on their work. Who knows, with the team of Granfield & Carrano, they might break out into a rendition of “We got Plenty o’ Nuthin’” tho’ some people may consider that an editorial commint or t’other.
The usual politicos have been invited and most said they’d stop by. We decided this year to parcel off the picnic area so the Demmies from one or t’other faction don’t hafta commingle. We’ve had one or two very tetchy situations over the past few years and think it better that the boys and girls be sequestered amongst their own types, effen yew git m’drift.
The entertainment is a couple o’ local bands and a piano player of sorts. We asked Paul Scanlon from the Arts Council to help out, but he turned a bit green around the gills and said he would be sick that day. Though how he knows that is anyone’s guess. It’s a long way from the days that Ken Kaiser used to come to our shindigs, but then people don’t haf the respeck for tradition as they once did.
Speaking of the Charter Revision Commish, the panel seems to be working on preliminary stuff and besides the wish lists that have been submitted by herroner and City Council chairman Ron Quagliani, not many new ideas have come down the pike. That has a few on the commish a bit concerned. Lack of ideas means lack o’ interest, and that could be a difficulty.
That would mean that the powers that be would have all the input. Iyam sure there are people out there that have ideas on what the charter should look like – after all it is our working document, like the Constitution. Maybe people are waiting to see the process move a bit further before making their suggestions.
Sammy Bluejay has been perched around the meeting room and has been listening in. He does hear-tell that whilst a barrister has been assigned to the commish for the purposes of giving guidance in the matters legal, not all of the queries thus far posed to said barrister have been answered. Granfield knows that those things will be worked out soon enuff.
Nelly Nuthatch has pointed out that herroner has done what other mayors have done over the years to save money – extend the beach stickers for another year. Instead of going through the gyrations of making new ones and having to send them out with tax bills or some other post, the stickers will be jest given another year.
That’s a big thing in these parts as yew know, Felicia. People like their beach stickers so they can park in the areas allotted for their cars. Living only a couple blocks from the beach, I hoof it down there effen the mood strikes me, and leave the gassamobuggy at home.
The wag was in t’other day and had an idea how the city can make a few bucks on the side. Effen yew’ve been around the high school over the last month or so, yew can’t have but noticed the large mountain of soil that has been heaped up near the street in the back of the school – witch by the way is gonna become the front of the school, I guess.
Tennyrate, the wag was wondering effen the soil can be sold to people at a reasonable price for their gardens and setch. There seems to be plenty of it, and most of it seems to be perty good, not contaminated with anything telling.
Rather than have that thing congeal into a mass of adobe, maybe the stuff can be sold for potting or gardens and the city can collect a kopeck or three for its coffers. Heck, the way we need the greenbacks around here, we should be lookin’ for more stuff to put on the sales block. We can’t sell the old schools we closed ever so long ago, but maybe we can sell things a bit more consumer driven. It’s woith a try effen it can be done.
Iva Lootey made mention of the fack that the teachers union had an election a week or so ago, and the same old, same old was reelected. That means the status quo where those representing teachers no longer do the profession they represent. That seems to rub some people the wrong way.
That might be OK, though. Effen the Supreme Court does what is expected next month and makes it so people don’t hafta join unions as a condition of employment, some o’ the nonsense will stop, and unions will hafta start working for the people they say they represent. We shall see.
With that bit o’ chatter, I’ll close this time till next, mitt luff und kizzez,