Franklinsanity
A crank's musings on family, drink, travel, food & life
Category: Stay day
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6 pm Sunday, New Britain, CT: Step one: buy – or get gifted – a whack-ton of scotch. Preferably single malt. Step two: stash it where it is accessible and visible. Possibly somewhat in the way. Step three: whether by luck, or otherwise, engineer a situation where, temporarily, there is no other easily accessible…
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8:16 on Saturday, New Britain CT: As the world appears to be returning to some kind of mid-to-early-twentieth-century upheaval (or even earlier), I appreciate more than ever the chance to sit with family, eat a ton of food, fob the children off on bouncy houses, and listen to old people music (as my kids call…
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5:15 pm: Stephentown, NY – there is a new, or perhaps not so new, dynamic in the realm of casual control over music at a party. Sonos. Familiar with it? Speakers that easily connect to iPhones and music. Meaning you have a communal playlist that anyone can adjust, cancel or modify. Subtle power struggles ensue. …
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1:43 pm, Stephentown, NY: hard court tennis on a rainy day. What could go wrong? Rolled ankles. Wasps’ nests. Broken strings? Wet balls. Less offensively, fantastic to roll off the breakfast table and get on the court. Hearing the pop of balls off the strings, watching it soar onto the other side of the…
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10:59 am – Stephentown, NY: it’s a dacha, only in upstate New York. And it’s therefore a perfect setting for not only family gatherings, but also a guys’ weekend. BTW, is there any construction in English syntax funnier and more quietly disruptive than “not only…but also?” Not and but alone are a funny combo. Adding…
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5 pm, New Britain, CT: sometimes this blog is more than a little elitest. And that’s authentic, in that some of what makes up Franklinsanity isn’t particularly accessible to the average person, or family. But as I sit here enjoying a quiet moment on a lazy Fourth of July, it’s worth noting three things for…
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Whocaresoclock, CT shore : grass right up to rocky beaches; the Sound; a light breeze; a football = solid holiday weekend day for Ted and Quinn. HHW and I stuffed full of fried clams from some authentic local shack. Kids likewise full. Time for a beer! Ice cream on way home planned. Miss the dogs,…
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9:35 am – somewhere en route to CT shore: third row set up, kids jammed in back, coolers packed, brother-in-law and significant other in second row, beach-bound! Maroon Five on radio. This pleases Q-boo. She doesn’t know who Mick Jagger is, really, but she does actually move like him. We had to adjust the speaker…
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5:20 am, New Britain and environs, CT: big day for the kids yesterday. Minor pool party – meaning Quinn in the water nearly the entire time, and meaning Ted got to both swim and play buoy ball. What is buoy ball you might ask? Some kind of bat stuffed into a lobster buoy. With which…
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8:30 am, New Britain CT: in 1979 or thereabouts, Budweiser flooded the airwaves with an ad and a jingle that must have been fairly awesome, since I was 10 and didn’t give a hoot about beer, but was what we now call a total ear-worm. So much so I easily recall it, and its oddly…
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