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October 24, 2005

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Quicquid

You claim your Li'l-Abner-speak is rusty, but I always suspected you pronounced it "Missippi". A few more slipups like that and the whole world will know that you're really PWT. But don't worry--even when everyone else has disowned you, I'll still leave you a link in my sidebar.

Mrs. Peperium

Ah, QQ...much has been made on this blog of my spelling capability or shall I say lack of it. My geographical understanding is even weaker. When I accepted my job in Detroit, I told everyone I was moving to Ohio.

When you are born and raised in the Northeast, the rest of the world and how it spells itself doesn't really matter.

Quicquid

You don't say.

Steve M.

Which side of the Missippi is Detroit on, anyway? And while I'm on matters geographic, is it true Detroit has its own, S/T river? I think I read that on Quicky's blog some time back, but its aways good to double check stuff you read on a blog before you go out and rely on its being the real deal.

Misspent

I knew I was a mom when my water broke. Here I thought I a nine month case of bad gas. But I digress.

Mrs. P., I have a question about an advertising firm in Boston that I just found out a friend is now working for. I will e-mail you.

Mrs. Peperium

What does S/T mean?

Steve M.

Mrs. P, I am delighted that you have asked me what "S/T" means. When my son was in his teens, he once handed me his Christmas wish list of CDs, and I dutifully trooped off to Tower Records on 66th and Broadway, with a wanrning by Young Master M that he liked obscure bands, so these CDs might not be there in some cases. When I found a section contaning CDs of obscure rock band #1, I could not find the requested CD: "S/T". A couple of strange bands later, and another impossible-to-find CD on the list was called "S/T". Ever so slowly, the light went on that this stands for "Self-Titled." Like Detroit's river that Lilly Tomlin tried to make famous. (I now think, while we are in the realm of obscure knowledge, that it was on Misspent's blog that I first learned of this river's existence. Lest anyone search Quicky's blog in vain.)

Quicquid

I believe I made the comment, though I don't believe it was on my own blog.

Steve M.

Quicky, Yes, I believe you quoted Lilly Tomlin on the City of Detroit having "the finest views of the Detroit River of any major city in the country."

Card's wife

When I worked in advertising my office looked out over the Detroit River from the Renaissance Center. What was so great about that is that I had a view of the river ... and not the city.

Steve M, did you know that there is a tunnel from Detroit to Windsor, Ontario under the river.

Card

Steve M: Yet more exciting news about the Detroit River. It is not a river. It is a straights.

Card

What on earth ever made you conclude that S/T stood for Self Titled? Why not Stay Tuned? Or Silly Trash? Or Something Turgid? Or Strawberry Tart? Or Screaming Terror? Or any of thousands of other things? Why would a list of CDs bring "Self Titled" to mind? What am I missing? And why do you say "Like Detroit's river..."???

Steve M.

Card: A straights--not very PC! I have heard the moving body of water I am glancing at while I type--the Hudson--is not a river, but a glacial fiord. I always thought that was pretty cool.
Card's wife: I did not know about the tunnel, although I always enjoyed the fact that the Red Wings play two national anthems due to the Winsor fan base. I once had my wife (then a 10 year Manhattan resident) convinced there was an underground, crosstown canal down in the 20s linking the Hudson and East Rivers. But, properly so, she never believed a word I said after that kerfuffle.

Mrs. Peperium

Steve M., they also throw octopus on the ice at Red Wings games so don't start enjoying things too much.

I thought there was only one fjord in North America; the Somes Sound. Mr. Cusack will have to settle this one.

Andrew Cusack

I have put on my mortarboard to settle this one. Seriously.

The Hudson is not a glacial fjord. It is a river from its source at Lake Tear in the Clouds until around Troy, where it becomes a tidal estuary down to New York Bay.

Andrew Cusack

[Mortarboard off] As an aside, I seem to recall hearing that my grandmother (of blessed memory) once had an encounter with a Detroit Red Wing. This was at Madison Square Garden in the days before the rink was surrounded by plexiglas. The Detroit man made one of those sharp stops right near the edge and managed to spray Grandma with some ice. She took out her hat pin and stabbed him.

Steve M.

Mrs. P, In person, I have only seen the Red Wings play in the Garden. But I have read that, when cephalopod sacrifie is called for, squid actually gets tossed, not octopus. I think I also read that the creature needs to be properly boiled, in order to be good for tossing. Your neighbor with the long memory for rat sightings might be an expert on what to throw within the confines of Joe Lewis Arena, and when to throw it. Why not give them a buzz, and report back to us. It might be a great way to break the ice.

Steve M.

I too have a bit of family history with Madison Square Garden (the original, not the current replacement). Legend has it that my dad had two Ranger tickets, and invited his parish priest along. Due to a last minute cancellation by his indended guest, he called my mom for what became their first date. My mother disliked all the banging of bodies and heads, and never went to another game. But she concluded that, unlike hockey itself, her host that night merited further study.

Steve M.

Card, I hate to do three comments in a row, but I missed your complaint about "Self Titled." If I had listened to any of my son's selections, all your possible meanings--other than "Stay Tuned"--could have come to mind. It does seem a long tradition for a band's first album to simply bear the name of the band itself. So, the album is self titled. If I had known it was straight, was originally Riviere du Detroit and was designated an "American Heritage River" by President William Jefferson Clinton on July 27, 1998, I would never have made fun of it as Detroit's "own, S/T river".

Card's wife

Mrs. P, doesn't my future son-in-law look good in yellow?

Mrs. Peperium

These are the few things I've learned about the Red Wings and the Detroit River in my time out here;

1. They throw octopus. In fact, they throw so much of it, the local fish stores run commercials saying they are the place to get your game octopi.

2. The hockey trophy (that one that looks like a giant aluminum foil wedding cake) was stolen and later found, I don't know how, in the bottom of the Detroit River.

3. Before the rink, out here atleast, was surrounded by plexiglass, they used chicken wire.

4. When the Red Wings are in the playoffs and doing really well, fans drive around with brooms in the front seat of their cars with the brush part sticking out of their sun roofs. This is to signify their deep desire for a "clean sweep".

5. I've had the honor to touch the ring. My produce guy is a huge fan and the Red Wings manager shops at my market. He brought the ring in and let the produce guy wear it while he ordered some steaks. The produce guy was thrilled to say the least. I asked him if I could touch it so that I would be able to tell people I once touched one. The ring was massive with lots of little rubies and diamonds.

Mussolini's mistress had the right idea. If you're going to wear jewels, get them as big as they come. Otherwise, you just look like a toothless hockey player, eh?.

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