The cast of Friends has really aged

Source: DailyDawdle.com

Steal my bike once, shame on you. Steal my bike twice, shame on me.

There are eight million stories in the naked city; this is just one of them. My bike was stolen today. I had a weird feeling as I chained it to the light pole outside my gym near Boston’s South Station at about 3:00 this afternoon. I was using one of those long, curly wire locks encased in hard plastic with a four-digit combination. But I figured it was pretty safe, as it was on a busy city street, right across from the train station, and directly in front of a taxi stand where there are always at least a half dozen cabbies waiting for a fare. But when I came out of the gym at about 4:30, my bike had vanished.

About six years ago, my bike was stolen from in front our home. I was using the same type of lock, and had chained my bike to our front fence while I ran inside. About 10 minutes later, I came outside to run an errand and my bike were gone. A few days later, Peter surprised me with a new set of wheels. He had gone to our local bike shop, picked out a new model, and had it waiting for me when I got home from work. It was a wonderful gesture, and I loved that bike.

Now I’m bike-less again, but I’ve learned my lesson. When I get my next bike (tomorrow, I’m going shopping at our favorite bike shop, Community Bike Supply in the South End), I’m going to buy a sturdier lock. While I don’t know for a fact that Boston is the bike theft capital of the United States, I do know that I’m not anxious to be victimized again. 

Fireworks, stools, and Bristol Palin...Oh my!

A couple of random items:

I work for a safety organization, and over the years, I’ve seen enough photos and heard enough stories to have a healthy respect for fire and the damage that can occur when it’s misused or otherwise out of control. Ditto for consumer fireworks. I’ve always been leery of folks – usually in a crowd of people and usually with a beer full of belly – lighting off firecrackers and bottle rockets. For me, that’s way too much potential for disaster. So with the Fourth of July now behind us, I was dismayed to read about a young father in North Dakota who literally had his head blown off by a firework he lit during a family party earlier this week. Witnesses say they heard a ‘boom’ and when the smoke cleared, they found the guy on the ground, “empty” from the shoulders up. Very sad story, indeed. But what struck me about the news article was the last line that said the victim’s body was being transported to the morgue so that an autopsy could be conducted. Really? They think maybe he died from pneumonia?

My friend Julie is traveling this week for work, and forwarded me this snapshot of a sign she saw in a local window. Anyone guesses where she is, or what she might have picked up in this shop?

This one’s for all the moms out there. How many of these classic lines did your mom pull on you?



An edited article from The Huffington Post:

“During an appearance on ABC's ‘The Cluckfest View’ on Thursday, Bristol Palin was asked by The Cryptkeeper Barbara Walters about her suggestion that Levi Johnston, her ex-boyfriend and father of her son, stole her virginity. ‘I'm not accusing him of date rape or anything with that,’ said the 20-year-old victim daughter of former Alaska rocket scientist governor Sarah Palin. ‘I just use that analogy of losing your virginity. That's why it's called losing your virginity.’ She later added, ‘If I wasn't so stupid drunk, no that night wouldn't have happened.’”

Love the comment from “LiberalDawg”: “Did he spike her drink? Did he force her to drink those wine coolers? Did he kidnap her? She's just like mama, always the victim.”

Screening a potential badminton partner

Here's an idea for a housewarming gift for someone lucky enough to have a yard...a badminton set. We brought one to Bill and Andrew's house in Ogunquit over the weekend, and it was a big hit. It's easy to set up, simple to learn, and the game can be as relaxing or aggressive as you want it to be. Here's my artistic shot of Peter and Andrew in the backyard. I was in the kitchen on "cocktail duty" and snapped this image from inside.

Try this: Summer potato salad

So we were visiting our friends Bill and Andrew up at their new home in Ogunquit, Maine over the holiday. Bill’s an avid reader and has a huge collection of cookbooks. Since I love to cook and am addicted to pretty much anything that’s broadcast on "The Food Network" (sorry Guy Fieri…I said “pretty much anything”), it’s a given that I also enjoy flipping through a good cookbook.

I’m sorry to say that I can’t give proper credit for the following recipe. The book it printed in was sitting on Bill and Andrew’s staircase and as breakfast was being prepared, I found this recipe for potato salad that I quickly transcribed onto my iPad. I had to make a few adjustments, but it still turned out great, and is now my favorite summer potato salad. Even Peter, a potato salad snob, termed this one a winner.

Summer potato salad  

• 1 red onion (I used a vadalia)
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 31/4 lbs waxy potatoes (I used small, red bliss)
• 3 tablespoons capers
• 1/2 cup chopped parsley
• juice of 1.5 lemons
• 1/2 cup olive oil
• 1/2 cup black olives, roughly chopped (I used green. A combination of black and green would probably be even more delicious.)
• 1 can anchovies packed in oil

Slice onion very thinly and cover with ice cold water and salt. Let soak for 30 minutes and then drain and pat dry with paper towels.

Meanwhile, boil potatoes in salted water for 20-25 minutes. Drain well and cool slightly, cut into bite-size chunks. 

Whisk together lemon juice, chopped up anchovies, and olive oil. 

Add all other ingredients to the potatoes. Pour lemon juice mixture over the potatoes and mix gently. Add salt and pepper to taste.

A weekend visit to Little Brewster Island in Boston Harbor

We had a terrific Fourth of July weekend, New England style. Hard to believe that I had five days off from work, and that it's over already -- boy, that went fast. 

On Friday, we rode our bikes over to the Moakley Federal Courthouse in South Boston (yes, that's where all of the pre-trial proceedings are being conducted for captured fugitive/mob boss James "Whitey" Bulger) where we caught a boat headed out to Little Brewster Island in Boston Harbor. 

The island is home to Boston Light, the first lighthouse built in the United States. The original structure dates back to 1716, but was destroyed by British forces as they withdrew from Massachusetts in 1776. The tower was re-built in 1783, and in the mid-1800s was raised to its present height of 89 feet. If you can stand one more piece of trivia about the lighthouse, I will tell you that it’s the only lighthouse to still be actively staffed by the U.S. Coast Guard.

Once on the island, we were pleasantly surprised that despite its historic importance, visitors are still allowed to climb to the top of the lighthouse (in small groups, via 76 steps and two steep ladders). It was pretty tight quarters at the top, but offered a great view of the harbor.

The folks staffing the lighthouse are really into their jobs. In fact, the lady who currently serves as the civilian lightkeeper dresses in garb from year's past - long checked dress, big bonnet -- and greeted us as our boat pulled up dockside, a big smile on her face and waving her white handkerchief. After sharing a brief history of the island, she sent us on our way to the lighthouse where other staff members guided us to the top. On our way back to the boat, the lightkeeper gave us all homemade chocolate chip cookies, and with a big, authentic smile on her face, thanked us all for visiting the island. 

If you're ever in Boston with a couple of hours to spare, I'd recommend a visit to Little Brewster Island and Boston Light, especially if you're a history buff. 

A celebrity sighting (or two) in Provincetown

Hey, remember me? Summertime is finally here and I’m hoping that with a bunch new work projects launched, I can get back to this blog periodically. That being said, I probably wouldn’t be writing a blog post at nearly 10:00 pm on a Saturday if it weren’t for a little peer pressure from a fellow blogger.

If you read down the right side of my blog, you’ll see that one of the blogs I regularly follow is written by “BosGuy”. I don’t remember how I stumbled across his blog, but I started reading it about two years ago. Then when I joined a local gym, I met BosGuy “in the flesh”. He’s one of the nicest guys you’d ever want to meet, always quick with a smile and something charming to say. He’s also made quite a name for himself with his blog, with lots of followers and pick-up in local media.

Anyway, Peter and I drove down to Provincetown today with our friends Robb and Salvador, and who do we run into at the Boatslip for after-beach cocktails but BosGuy. We all chatted for about 15 minutes, during which BosGuy asked me if I had fallen off the blogging train. “Just a little sabbatical,” I assured him. Then I thought the easiest way to get back into blogging was to post a photo, so here’s a shot of me and BosGuy on the deck of the Boatslip.

BosGuy wasn’t the only “celebrity” at the deck…we also spotted Reichen Lehmkuhl. Memba him? He and his former partner won season 4 of the reality game show The Amazing Race. He went on to date singer Lance Bass and recently starred in another reality program called “The A-List: New York”, which I’ve never seen but has been described as the gay version of the “Real Housewives” franchise. This afternoon, we saw Reichen and his posse strut through the crowd at the Boatslip. As Salvador pointed out, Reichen has very white teeth.