This page includes posts from June 4-17, 2006 in the usual reverse
order. Each posting on the home page is perma-linked to these
On the way home tonight I came upon a truck carrying the results of the day's harvest.
In Delaware, that doesn't always refer to what's grown in the fields.
In this case, for example, it referred to what's gathered at the edge of the Delaware Bay each spring--horseshoe crabs.
For another interesting article on this other harvest, click here.
By the way, using old fence sections and plywood remnants to boost the carrying capacity of pickup trucks is pretty common around here.
So is swerving around the occasional horseshoe crab that has bounced out of the back.
Blogging took a back seat this week, both because of work and because of the time spent seeing a few movies.
The Marilyn Hotchkiss Ballroom Dancing and Charm School is a thoughtful exploration of loss and recovery.
Robert Carlyle plays a widower who, after a chance meeting, agrees to carry a message for a gravely injured John Goodman. Carlyle is deeply wounded himself due to his wife's death, and the stories behind these two men's predicaments are told through alternating flashbacks. Mary Steenburgen, Marisa Tomei, Donnie Walberg, Sean Astin, Danny DeVito, and several familiar character actors collaborated on this deeply moving film.
The Break-Up was not nearly so compelling, but it had enough moments that I didn't feel cheated out of the $36 for the four tickets.
Nonetheless, if the movie trailers give you the impression that this is a romantic comedy, remember that trailers can give a false impression.
Several parts of the movie are painfully funny. Other parts are simply painful.
As older daughter said, "It's called 'The Break-Up'--it's not called 'The Reconciliation.'"
Last night I went to the Rehoboth Mall Cinema and watched United 93. I can't remember squirming in my seat during a movie as much as I did during this one. It's also been a long time since I felt as emotionally drained after watching a movie--perhaps not since The Deer Hunter, the 1978 Oscar winner about a very, very different war.
There were between 30 and 40 others in the audience, and they were totally quiet as they left the film.
I highly recommend seeing it.
Today was the running of this year's Belmont Stakes, the final leg in an unsettling Triple Crown series.
At around the same time that the real race was in progress in New York, a small crowd of racing fanatics was busy with another version, held at the famous Funland amusement park on the Rehoboth Boardwalk:
A nearly full field of horses competed in the exciting contest to see which contestant could roll their balls into the holes to make their "horses" gallop toward the finish.
This race took nearly as long as the real Belmont, but the prizes were not quite at the same level. This one featured stuffed animals.
The Number 10 horse won. His jockey was the young boy sitting one seat in from the left side. The Number 9 horse, controlled by what appeared to be the boy's father sitting to his right, mysteriously seemed to pull up lame in the last several seconds, after leading most of the way.
Even so, the father seemed very pleased that the young horseman had won.
Plug: By the way, Nothing Beats Fun is a frequently charming documentary about Funland and its owners' long history in Rehoboth. The Rehoboth Beach Film Society is still selling DVD copies for only $20.
June 3, 2006
This afternoon I posted my newest golf book review, which you can read here.
How to Hit the Second Shot First: Blue and Bawdy Jokes that Unlock the Puzzle of the Green is a compilation of dozens of golf jokes and stories. After over twenty years of golf, I'm sure I've heard or told 90 per cent of them, but it may be handy to have them all in one place.
Official small print disclaimer: This is, after all, a personal web site. Any opinions or comments I express here are my own, and don't necessarily reflect the official position of my work as a government attorney or any of my clients.
That fact may become obvious later on, but it needs to be said here anyway.
© Frederick H. Schranck 2002-2006