This and that

THE BUG
I love Wal-Mart. Not the ambiance. Not the colorful crowds. Not the endless walk from the “food side” to the “everything else” side. But the fact you can catch a cold and buy supplies to treat it all in one visit. I can’t be sure my first cold of the season came from my stop Tuesday evening, but…something tells me yes. It just felt like germs were everwhere — on the cart with a bare metal handle because the plastic covering was gone…emanating from the woman sneezing in Produce…on my hand and then on my face when I had that itch on my cheek I couldn’t ignore. I don’t shop much at Giant Eagle these days because Wal-Mart is closer and cheaper, but I do appreciate the giant tubs of antibacterial wipes GE makes available. (Of course, we’re probably only breeding super-bugs with our incessant spritzing and wiping and squirting.)

THE FIX
I’m very thankful you can still buy pseudoephedrine products behind the counter — even though it’s like lining up at the meth clinic to get your fix. Endless lines while everyone has to give name, address, phone number, consent, signature — just use the retinal scan already. We’ve learned to try to stock up on everything cold-relief-related when we’re well…the drugs, the special box of lotion tissue (I love this), chicken soup of all kinds — this time, though, no ginger ale. Damn. I’ll have to buy a six-pack and hide it from the pop-monster. (Because, it’s only November and you know there will be a next time.)

THE GAME
When did Cris Collinsworth become such a Steelers fan? Usually I can’t bear to listen to the national announcers, but I was too tired from my cold-and-drug-induced stupor to delap the cat, get off the couch, and walk 10 feet to turn on the radio. He was so complimentary it was kind of embarrassing — I’m sure the 20,000 or so Americans watching who aren’t Steelers fans were pretty tired of it. I surmised he is so disgusted with his old team he had to let them have it extra hard — a theory later confirmed by his comments at the end of the game of what HE’D do if he owned the team (first, rebuild it from the ground up with big guys). Well, now that they have 8 wins, Mike’s prediction of an 8-8 season can now come true…ha ha. Really, it was awfully nice to see the Steelers listed behind only the Titans on the leader board (but I’m not looking forward to that game in a few weeks. At least it’s not New England who’s undefeated again.)

THE BIZ
Knock on wood, I’ve been busy with work again. After a very slow late summer and early fall, things are booming. Feast or famine, like always. I have noticed with my primary client. though, a stronger emphasis on budgets and hours allotted. How the heck do I know if I can write a 1500-word “point of view” on a topic I’ve never seen before (I scribbled down something about actuarial processes and IFRS) in 4-6 hours? How ’bout I let you know when I’m done? Yeah, it’s a tough economy, but I don’t want to be the “cheap fast one” (in love or in business).

THE DUTY
Even so, I better make that callback for the call I dodged at 5:06 yesterday to find out more. Duty, like death, taxes, and bills, waits for no bug or no lazy writer. But if it could just wait ’til Monday when I feel better, that would be great.

A professional is someone who can do
his best work when he doesn’t feel like it.
                               ~ Alistair Cooke

See ya later n’at, PittGirl

An icon in the Pittsburgh blogging world decided to silence her keyboard yesterday. PittGirl, the anonymous author of the wildly popular, The Burgh Blog, closed up shop — a sudden, sad ending for her many readers.

I was a Burgh-Blog-come-lately. It was around for 3 years, but I only started reading it the past year. It took me a while to get into — it was a little crude, had a lot of inside jokes you had to be a regular to understand, and a lot about city politics, which concern me not at all. But I grew to really enjoy it — the writing, the humor, the thoughtful, sometimes poignant posts, and the underlying love of the ‘Burgh that so many of us share. It was as part of my day as my morning tea or coffee — me and thousands upon thousands of others.

In fact, the most hits I’ve ever had on this blog are the few times I commented on a post or actually had a mention (and link) from The Burgh Blog about one of my posts — pretty powerful stuff. And all from a 34-year-old anonymous woman, writing about life in Pittsburgh.

Writer to writer, I’ll miss her. She had what we all wish for — a unique voice, a loyal following, and a topic she loved. Maybe now, as she has time to concentrate on other pursuits and other kinds of writing, she’ll even get that other thing we writers all hope for…a paycheck.

The only gift is a portion of thyself.
                 ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

Finding hope in “America’s County”

Mike and I had the opportunity to attend a local chamber of commerce dinner last night — for Somerset County, where Mike’s from. His boss treated us, wanting to attend and even sponsor the event because the firm often does work in the county (largely because of Mike’s connections there).

Somerset calls itself “America’s County®,” a moniker that I think gained momentum after 9/11 (due to Flight 93 crashing in Shanksville) and the Quecreek mine rescue — two huge national (even global) events that shook this small-town/rural area in the Laurel Highlands. I’ve always chuckled at this lofty claim. And I still might. But as the evening wore on, it started to make a little more sense. 

The venue, at Hidden Valley ski resort, was jam-packed with 270 people — more than originally planned and still some had to be turned away. This demand for a $50 a person dinner was pretty great in itself — the whole county only has ±80,000 people. Business was brisk for the 50-50 raffle, Chinese auction, and silent auction, which had to have generated thousands more in revenue for the Chamber.
Bing! People enthusiastically supporting their town in the name of commerce and despite the current economic troubles.

To set the mood, we were treated to a (loud but neat) performance by a local fife and drum corps before dinner. Very revolutionary and — as I contemplated the Founding Fathers and their intentions in light of the recent election and my own dismay about the future — very timely.
Bing! Remembering how and why this country started.

Just as we were settling down to dinner, someone told us to please stand for the National Anthem (what?). The speaker went on to explain that in earlier days, many events, not just ballgames, started by singing the Star-Spangled Banner, and not just the first verse we’re familiar with, but all four (one of the four, he said, was pretty derogatory of the British and not always sung). He then proceeded to say he wouldn’t ask us to do that, but he’d do it himself, so he did. Three verses: 1, 2, and 4. I didn’t even know there were other verses. It was enlightening. (You can read the other verses here.)
Bing! Singing the National Anthem with pride.

Dinner itself was delicious and featured all locally grown or produced products. A really nice touch.
Bing! Supporting the local economy and businesses. Honoring the good things the County produces.

The keynote speaker was Somerset County’s own contribution to the U.S. Olympic team in Beijing, Sam Sacksen, a young man (only 22) who competed in the curious sport of Pentathlon, an odd mix of shooting, fencing, swimming, horseback riding, and running. As he told of the events that led him to take up the sport, be chosen for the team, and ultimately end up in Beijing, I couldn’t help but think that this was what the Olympics were supposed to be about — not professional athletes adding medals to their megamillion-dollar salaries, but hard-working amateurs giving everything they have to fulfill their dream. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one feeling proud and a little misty at his story.
Bing! Hometown boy makes good. His message: Not lamenting that it can’t be done, but figuring out how to do it.

His talk was followed by the presentation of Chamber awards recognizing people who had done much to promote the County in 2008. One award went to the group of politicians responsible for finally securing state funding to complete a crucial section of highway, Rt. 219, a project that has languished for many years. The effort was heralded for the herculean 11th-hour “bipartisan” push that made it possible — more timely talk, given all the rhetoric about reaching across the aisle and such.
Bing! Elected officials actually doing what they were elected to do.

Another award went to Pittsburgh-based development company Buncher Group, the relatively new owners of Hidden Valley, who just in their short year of ownership have already made many welcome improvements. Their representative seemed really humbled by the honor and promised their continued commitment to the effort and to the area — a great example of how “big business” isn’t necessarily evil and can really turn things around for an entire community (and make a healthy profit too).
Bing! Business as an essential contributor to society, not the enemy of it.

As I pictured this same event playing out in town after town across the U.S., I had hope that our country will endure…despite the economy, despite the current political leanings, despite the world’s evils. It was the first time I’ve felt hopeful in a while, and it was nice.

So what did that make…seven “bings”? Seven reasons why maybe it’s not so silly that Somerset calls itself “America’s County.” Maybe it’s not meant to mean the only county or even the best county. Maybe it’s more like “everycounty” — a larger version of the common everyman. Not perfect, not without its struggles, not even with the same struggles as its rural or suburban or urban counterparts. But still full of good people who care, who are working hard to succeed, who are proud of their country and support their community.

It’s a nice thought, no?

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One is a member of a country, a profession,
a civilization, a religion. One is not just a man. 
                              ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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