Block party.

If I was indolent over the weekend in my bloggage, I have an excuse: Our street had a block party. What a great end-of-summer idea — throw up barricades at the end of the street and drag some tables and barbecue grills out there instead. The kids get the primal thrill of riding their bikes all over the street and we get a similar charge out of sitting in a lawn chair eating a hamburger. The thing started at noon and broke up at 8 p.m. I came and went several times, even pausing for a nap for 90 minutes or so.

Yes, it was a potluck. “What are you bringing?” Alan asked.

“I thought I’d bring my beet sal–”


If he had heard me out, he’d have heard the whole plan — Waldorf salad for the rank and file, beet salad for the brave. Both were eaten to the last scrap. Revenge!

Because it was a neighborhood party and the policing is community-oriented, an officer dropped by, with his drug-sniffing dog. The kids were thrilled, especially when the dog peed on command, which is evidently something you have to teach a dog that spends most of its day riding around in the back seat.

The dog detected no illegal drugs at our party, although he seemed intent on the hamburgers.

Called Carolyn today, after I heard that Hurricane Jeanne took much the same path as Frances, which hit them pretty hard. She was, as usual, at work. No rest for the weary during a four-hurricane month, at least not for a weary Florida journalist. She told me funny stories about watching the network-news bigfeet take turns wading into a huge puddle to do their live stand-ups. My favorite, though, was the part about sleeping on a cot in her office, watching the storm rage outside the window: “There’s this green lightning, and at some point all you can do is just sit in awe and watch it.”

That’s the best part of journalism — the sitting-in-awe part.

Carolyn’s house is fine and they got their power back pretty quickly this time. And her paper’s website is getting a zillion hits a day.

Posted at 9:28 pm in Uncategorized |

3 responses to “Block party.”

  1. Dick Walker said on September 28, 2004 at 8:56 am

    And Paul Lomartire of the same paper’s no slouch of a writer:

    FORT PIERCE — As Hurricane Jeanne begins to swallow Fort Pierce and turn a gray Saturday into a black Sunday, all 84 rooms at the Treasure Coast Inn are filled at $43.48 each.

    This isn’t Key Largo, and no one registered as Bogey or Bacall. But all the dramatic ingredients are here: A hurricane. An island. A dangerous night in a cheap motel.

    I may make this one a regular stop.

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  2. Mary said on September 28, 2004 at 12:46 pm

    Did you not spell out beet salad completely to avoid beet salad spam?

    Speaking of which….I didn’t bother to read the story, but there is a small headline on the MSNBC news page saying that a lot of online via–a is FAKE. Can you believe it? I’m shocked.

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  3. michael G said on September 28, 2004 at 3:26 pm

    Beet and spam salad. Now there’s a lunch.

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