05
Oct 17

Those aren’t really my style

Anybody lose their shoes in the television studio last night?

They don’t fit me, so I know they aren’t mine. What’s more, you’d think a person would notice they didn’t have these on when they stepped outside.

The Yankee and I, as we often do these days, went to Chipotle for lunch today. I get to have lunch with her two or three times a week now and that hasn’t gotten old yet, but it was time to shake up the usual. So I tried …

“My name is David if it tastes good and Juan if it is bad,” the only chatty front line worker I’ve ever met at Chipotle said.‬ ‪

“Juan if it’s good, David if it isn’t. Got it!”‬ ‪

“Hey, no …”‬

They really should let them talk to you more.

Then again, it might be hard to come up with 1,900 interesting 45-second stories per day.

It’d take me at least two minutes to explain those shoes.


04
Oct 17

And now, storytime

This came in conversation today. It dates back to May of 2012. I wrote about it here. We were in a small town barbecue restaurant and Big Will, the owner, came out from the kitchen to say hello.

My contemporary notes:

Somehow we got on the subject of The Yankee being from Connecticut …

He then reached into the pocket of his overalls and pulled out a .45. She jumped. We laughed. It was a great joke.

There were six people at the table. Five of us were from the South. Only one of us was surprised when he produced his pistol.

She was genuinely afraid, but he was just making a joke, of course. She tried to hide behind me. Someone pointed out she’d need to get more cover than that.

Sometime later he went back out to his truck and brought back his AR-15.

That place opened in 2011. Will said he’d previously been a machinist, but that there had been a car accident in the family. The restaurant, then, was a way to for the family to spend more time together. And, there it was. Will’s wife was working in the store on a slow May day. His daughter was singing for an audience of six. (She was good, too.) It was as small-town as you could get.

It looks like the place closed last year. That’d be a shame. The world is suffering from a shortage of good barbecue.


03
Oct 17

It feels like The Newsroom around here

In the studio this evening with these two shows:

And then we reset the control room for a live shoot. On the multiview was student government, which was a signal we were taking from three floors above us and streaming online:

It involves a lot of buttons:

It was a long night, and a good practice run. We learned a lot, and we’ll soon be doing this on a regular basis.


02
Oct 17

And now some photos

We had a beautiful day on Saturday and so The Yankee and I spent the afternoon pedaling around the countryside.

Lately, I’m having to work to keep up with her. She’s fast! Still, I managed to get some nice lines in the composition, though.

We had a nice dinner that night, too:

Today, I walked off campus just in time to see the sun say goodnight:

I seldom manage to be in a place that gives a great western view this time of day, but this time of day, this time of year, gives off some nice light:

The gates were built in the 1980s. And it only took 80 years or so to get them built. Students had raised money for them at the turn of the century. But the board was going to do the same thing so the students’ money went to another project. The university put the gates on hold while nearby buildings got built. They wanted to match the plan to the aesthetic, you see. So a few generations go by, a few different plans for the gates come and go. And then in the 1960s there was a new move to build those gates. But there was also criticism; people deemed it a wasteful expenditure when the money could go to scholarships and financial aid. The gates were put on hold again. And then, in the 1980s, the man who ran financial aid for the university donated the money and had them named in honor of his parents. And now we have the Sample Gates.


01
Oct 17

Catember bonus

Even the neighborhood cats are interested in hanging out with Allie The Black Cat.

Catember

You can see all of the Catember photos here.