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Main Street Isn’t Main Street in $HOOTERVILLE

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 21, 2026
Posted in: economics. Leave a comment

And it’s not that Big Box Stores and on-line shopping killed it, though that is having some effect on the inheritors of Main Street.

Once upon a time $HOOTERVILLE had, and still has, a street named Main. And once upon a time, it was a Main Street in the normal, traditional sense. Then there was an attempt to expand things, but it was a bit too ambitious. A street over was made over and fancified with brickwork by the walks and it was meant to be an adjunct, sort of a second Main Street. And that might have worked, had that been the only Project.

But there was another, and in those days malls were seen as the Big Thing to have and so one was built several blocks away. This split commercial activity three ways. There was Main Street, Downtown Plaza a street over (it had once almost all been North North Street… and yes there is or was a South North Street as well), and the Mall. Any one alone would likely have done alright. Two might have worked out. All three? That doesn’t quite work. We might not be in a full-on Depression or even Recession, but we are also not in a genuine Boom. Not here, anyway.

Main Street might not be completely dead, but it says how bad it is that I wasn’t aware of it for a few years after moving here. Downtown Plaza often has a few empty storefronts, and the mall is far from its capacity. That the mini-Sears and J.C. Penney’s have left it didn’t help it any. Many of the shops that were part of chains (GNC for example) found it wasn’t worth the price of the mall space – and an online shop doesn’t have that particular expense. Even if, in other locations, the cost is lower or the returns higher to justify such spaces.

Musical Monday: This Joint’s Too Hip For Me

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 20, 2026
Posted in: music. Leave a comment

Back in 1949…

Gifts From (and to) Mr. Lemke

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 19, 2026
Posted in: Uncategorized. Tagged: Mr.Lemke. 1 Comment

There are a few things that Mr. Lemke gave me (or us) that were not anything fancy or formal. Not a Celebration of Event sort of thing, but more of a “Here, you might find this useful” sort. There is a simple wooden piece that is shaped with notches just so, meant to pull out and push in a hot oven rack. We had one from somewhere else that was nice looking because of a burl but broke because while a burl is pretty, it is also a weak point. Mr. Lemke saw it, explained it, and eventually made a few possible replacement to for us to select from. I think we tried to give him the rest back, but he refused, so there’s a bag of these pusher/puller items… somewhere. And one hanging near the stove.

Another is a shoebox of work gloves. He’d spent years as a lineman and a supervisor to linemen (“Once a lineman, always a lineman.”) and the gloves were replaced long before they wore out. Simple matter of safety, that. So he kept the older, used but still good gloves for various work. Thus he had a collection, and gave a bunch to me/us. I’ve used a pair a few times, and have plenty of spares now.

What inspired this post was a watch. Nothing fancy. It was a simple fairly standard Casio digital watch that had dual times (I had the primary time set to Central and the secondary set to Eastern as LibertyCon, BasedCon, and PenguiCon are in the Eastern Time Zone). I don’t recall what the issue was, perhaps fit or feel and rather than fiddling with a different band, he simply bought a different watch. And well, Casio is inexpensive so a return wasn’t deemed worth the hassle either. So I was asked to try it on and told to keep it if I found it tolerable. I did, and I did. I made a point of wearing it when visiting Merrill and, thus him. He eventually forgot that he’d given it to me. I know because he later asked about it, perhaps recalling he once had one like it.

Alas, I no longer have it, so it seems. Sometime at LibertyCon, before going out on one of the ACME Delivery runs, I took it off and set it “someplace safe.” You know what that means. Yep, didn’t find it upon returning from the delivery. I scoured the hotel room, even after packing to leave. I’ve since checked the suitcases, and the other containers that were involved in the trip. Not there, not there, not there… thus it must be, as McChuck once commented, elsewhere. I expect it will show up in a while as I have recently ordered a replacement that has that useful Dual Time ability. That replacement trick doesn’t always work fast, though. I had one item (not from Mr. Lemke) seeming to go missing that was replaced… and it didn’t reappear for a few years.

Mr. Lemke did not want any gifts himself, being of quite an age and already having pretty much everything he figured he needed or desired – and could simply go out and buy whatever item he didn’t already have. He got two gifts from me all the same – and appreciated both. One was the pair of humorously labeled bottles of Windsor. The other was a rechargeable battery for a string lawn trimmer he bought. I was there when he bought it, and he asked about a spare battery so he could use one and have the other charging or ready and thus not need to delay things if one ran down. Such was not immediately available. I noted the make and model, and quietly ordered the desired item and had it shipped to Merrill. He was stunned and appreciative when he got it.

“That would kill mortals, Orvan.”

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 18, 2026
Posted in: food, humor. 1 Comment

I doubt it would actually be lethal, but it was decidedly intense and had a… particular… result.

Years ago, back in the very late twentieth century, there was a “drive in” restaurant in a small town not far away. Smaller than $HOOTERVILLE. Even smaller than $BUGTUSSLE. This so-called drive in (which was not a drive in as one might normally consider such – you drove to it and went inside) appealed as it had right proper fish fries on Friday. But it also had the candy or cookie mix-in shakes that are given names like Tornado or Blizzard.

One Friday evening I brought a full tin of Wintergreen Altoids and asked to have the entire contents (well, not the paper) added to a shake for my own Altoids-intensity version. I had decided to tone it down a bit and go with Wintergreen rather than Peppermint. The waitress suggested moderating things a bit more by using chocolate rather than plain vanilla ice cream. That was after confirming that yes, I really did mean ALL the Altoids. I agreed to the modification.

The dessert was made. I partook of it. It was not subtle, even with chocolate. I did finish it, if barely. I later related this on IRC and someone quipped, “That would kill mortals, Orvan.” I recall another replied to that with, “It almost did.”

Of course, what goes in, must come out. This was another Experience. There was no pain, burning, or gastro-intestinal issue or other discomfort. What there was was a strange experience. I am sitting upon the Bowl of Solitude and doing that which a fellow does when thus seated. And… the smell of Wintergreen… blooms. It is Significant. It is… Dominant. It was a surreal experience. I might have avoided Wintergreen for a while thereafter.

Meme-age Or At Least Pictures #38

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 17, 2026
Posted in: Uncategorized. Leave a comment

“It was so hot…”

“How hot was it?”


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Accidentally left some tools out in the sun.

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In color…

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Negroni Spritz by Naked Life

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 16, 2026
Posted in: Uncategorized. 1 Comment

Local store got a few things in that evidently will not be carried as standard, thus were put in the discount Cart (“Get this outta here!” cart). The things included the “Negroni Spritz” which, curiously, is less carbonated than some Negroni substitutes that don’t mention being Spritz or carbonated.

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Does it taste like a Negroni, even spritzed? Eh, sort of. It’s not bad, mind, it’s just not trying very hard. I find it a bit too mild. But I wasn’t expecting much when I cleaned out the Discount Cart at $2/4-pack for the things. There are also alleged Gin & Tonic and Mojito substitutes that I have yet to try.

Way(Way)Back Wednesday

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 15, 2026
Posted in: humor, music. 1 Comment

Happy 1951!

BLACK STRAP MOLASSES
by Carmine Ennis and Marilou Harrington.
(As sung by Danny Kaye, Jane Wyman, Groucho Marx, and Jimmy Durante)

Black strap molasses and wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you’ll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

(Jane Wyman)
My grandpa’s older than the old gray mare
He sits rocking in his rocking chair
But now he’s got a smile that he can’t lose
Grandma’s sitting knitting baby shoes

From eating black strap molasses and wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you’ll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

(Jimmy Durante)
I gave up cherry pie and T-bone steak
Chicken fricassee and ice cream cake
I don’t need vitamins or pills at all
I even mix it with my Hadacol[1]

I’m eating black strap molasses and wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you’ll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

(Groucho Marx)
My nerves were jumpy and I’d walk the floor
I never got to sleep till after four
But since I’m eating right, I feel okay
I’m sleeping every night and half the day

From eating black strap molasses and wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you’ll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

(Danny Kaye)
Now I was thinner than a pencil line
Had no muscles and I had no spine
But now I’m friskier than a pup
All you have do is prop me up

Just feed me black strap molasses and wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you’ll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

(GM) I know a fella who is ninety-two
(JW) Doctors told the guy that he was through
(DK) But now that the doctor has been proven wrong
(JD) He’s got more hop in him than Hopalong

From eating black strap molasses and wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you’ll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread


[1] Hadacol was a patent medicine marketed as a vitamin supplement. Its principal attraction, however, was that it contained 12 percent alcohol, which made it quite popular in the dry counties of the southern United States.

One Line, Different Takes

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 14, 2026
Posted in: background, history, language, music. Tagged: music. Leave a comment

Q: “What is the most popular song?”

A: “On. The band is always playing it.”


Consider this bit of lyrics:

And the band played on.

$HOUSEMATE and I have rather different takes. Mine is… older. It’s from a tune written in 1895, and I most likely first encountered it either in some cartoon or musical (“Follow the bouncing ball.”) sing-along short. It’s The Band Played On also known as Casey Would Waltz with a Strawberry Blonde. Lyrics by John F. Palmer and music by Charles B. Ward.

So when I think of this, or use it, I tend to think of the rather innocent sweet tune and a (seemingly) gentle time. It’s rather different for $HOUSEMATE as he recalls it primarily as part of the 1970 Temptation tune Ball of Confusion (That’s What the World Is Today). That is a rather different tune from a rather different time. Or at least a well-known and documented not-so-gentle time, never mind how some might wish it to appear.

1895 was, of course, pre-WWI. Not that it was simple or easy, but some nightmares had yet to happen. While 1970 was in the time of the Vietnam War and other messiness of the late 1960’s. Different times, different takes. There’s been a lot of great and wonderful progress – since both times, but in this case, I prefer 1895.

Musical Monday: I’m The Urban Spaceman

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 13, 2026
Posted in: humor, music. Leave a comment

“You just stay right there on the shoulder, Bambi.”

Posted by Orvan Taurus on July 12, 2026
Posted in: animals. 3 Comments

No, not about a power pallet jack, but about cervines. That title line was by someone after another posted a frame of dashcam (I presume) imaging showing a deer at the shoulder of a road, as if about to cross. Deer, alas, are not generally known for good judgement about crossing roads. There are exceptions, however. I’ve “met” some.

Locally, there is something of a main street (not Main Street… which is a messy bit of local history) with fairly high traffic, roughly at the edge of town. High(er) traffic, not constant, however. Especially not in the early morning or later evening when deer tend to be more active.

A few years ago I noticed something. The local deer had learned to wait for vehicles to pass by before they crossed the street/road. Not just that, but more than once I saw a doe seemingly teaching her fawns to wait. There’s more. There is a parallel street that could be called a frontage road. Between is a grassy gap, like a median but between the streets rather than dividing one. I’ve seen deer gathered and grazing and not caring about traffic – which doesn’t go up on the grass. But moving off the grass? They got careful.

Now, this is at the edge of town on a higher traffic street/road. The deer are fairly local to it and have no issue wandering through at least some parts of town when it’s not full daylight. Out in the country… the traffic can be infrequent enough that whatever triggered that learning doesn’t happen and the results are not good for deer or vehicles.

I’ve come home and seen a deer (maybe more than one, but that’s rare) in the yard. Not as frequently as I used to, since neighbors put up fences to contain their dogs. Generally, they (the deer) don’t run off just because I show up. They do seem to be attentive as to when is safe for them to cross the street. Any street. I’ve mentioned this to some and been told this sort of thing is happening in other places, too.

If only the local deer could teach some other animals – and some people!

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