Two For Two!

So, this week has turned out to be car care week. Yesterday it was the Cadillac, today it’s my wife’s Hyundai. The beautiful and talented Pam Dunnevant walked in the house the other day and said, “Hey, I just noticed that my inspection sticker says “8”. Immediately, car care went to Def Com 5.

I dropped off the car at the dealership a few minutes ago and began to search Google for coffee shops in this area. Luckily for me, this place was right across the street...

In yet another fortuitous turn of events, this place is also a local establishment, with just one other location in the East End. Yes, I am aware that this is primarily a donut shop, but what is a donut without coffee? The answer is something I never want to experience!

I walk in and am greeted by the lovely Lorena who asks me what she can get me. She does so with a beautiful Latin accent which prompts me to ask her where she is from. She smiles and says “Venezuela. I have been here for two years.” I tell her about my son’s good friend who’s family came here from Venezuela many years ago. She tells me how horrible it is there and how lucky she has been to make it here to America. I tell her how glad I am that she made it and thank her for coming. For a minute it looks like she is going to cry.

She talks me into getting the chocolate glaze, although her original recommendation was the Boston Creme—which incidentally is the WiFi password—but the chocolate glaze looked too good to pass up...

Both the coffee and the donut were excellent. Honestly, I don’t understand how Starbucks can compete with coffee joints that don’t roast their beans beyond recognition, but that’s just me. One caveat, I have watched a succession of customers walk into this place for the past hour or so, at least twenty of them, and every single one of them was...very overweight. So, everything in moderation, people.

So I’m two for two this week with great local coffee shops. 

Get out there and do likewise.

Smaller Things

My Cadillac is getting old and starting to make old sounding noises. I had to take it to Axselle’s Auto to adjust something or other that Dave assured me would fix it’s latest ailment. It wouldn’t take too long, he explained, as he drove me down Lakeside Ave. to drop me off at a coffee shop where I could get some computer work done while I waited. Yes, this is the type of service and accommodation you get as a reward for fifty years of loyalty to the same mechanic, yet another benefit of buying local. Anyway, I walked into Bright Spot Coffee, ordered a cup and an oatmeal cookie from the friendly owner, Janine who informed me that her new shop was all of three weeks old...

The coffee was great, the anti-Starbucks in practically every way—not bitter or overpriced. The oatmeal/raisin cookie I ordered was hand made by Janine and delicious. The table where I sat was meticulously clean. The rock and roll playing on the sound system was turned down to a level that allowed for easy conversation. All this place needs is more traffic. I wish Bright Spot Coffee all the best.

I’ve noticed some things that have come with age, most of them painful and annoying, but others that have been welcomed. First of all, I have become a better listener, something that I struggled with when I was younger. When I was in my 30’s and 40’s instead of listening when someone was talking, I mostly was thinking about the next thing I was going to say. Not so much anymore. Of course, this new inclination to listen has been muted somewhat by my increasing inability to remember stuff, which is quite annoying and more than a little troubling.

Secondly, I’ve noticed that I’m not nearly as dogmatic about things as I was when I was younger. Dogma itself has started to annoy me. I still have things which I believe in passionately. I still hold to the position that there are absolute truths in life which I can count on to be true at all times and for all people. But with age has come a greater willingness to accept my own fallibility on a broad range of topics. Because of this, I find myself much more willing to try to understand people who disagree with me on those topics. As a result, I am learning things, and for lack of a more delicate term...learning to become less of a jerk.

The last thing I’ve noticed is that the older I get the more I am attracted to smaller things. Smaller towns, smaller gatherings, smaller enterprises...like Bright Spot Coffee. There’s nothing wrong with big box stores. They serve a purpose, they make many items more affordable. In many small population areas they are a Godsend. I’m not one of those guys who wants to abolish Walmart or kill Amazon. Their convenience, especially around Christmas, can be a lifesaver. But, if I have a choice, I always will choose a local company. My experience in this little coffee shop this morning was unique. It was unlike any experience that any of the millions of people walking into Starbucks around the world had today. Lakeside is full of places just like this. If you haven’t driven down Lakeside Ave. in a while, you should. When you do, stop in Bright Spot Coffee and say hello to Janine.

Ten Things I Will Never Tire Of

Leave it to my sister to complain about the negativity of yesterday’s blogpost. As a corrective measure she suggested a follow-up blog entitled, Ten Things I will Never Tire Of. Never let it be said that I can’t take constructive criticism, especially when it’s actually a good idea! Here goes:

I will never tire of living in a place with four distinct seasons. In Virginia we get all four of them and the contrast is one of the most genius aspects of creation. 

I will never get tired of baseball. My past enthusiasm for other sports has waned. Football, basketball and golf have all slowly fallen off my sports radar over the years, but baseball has been a constant. Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been for lack of trying. The players’ strike of 1994 was a body blow and tempted me to walk away. The continued existence of the designated hitter roils me, the steroid crisis angered me beyond description...but baseball still endures in my heart and soul.

I will never get tired of sausage. Mild, medium or spicy. Polish, Italian, patties or links. Doesn’t matter.

I will never get tired of writing. For me its very much like breathing, an involuntary reflex that I have no ability to resist. It calms me down and fires me up. It allows me to express myself honestly without the assistance of expensive and annoying therapists. 

I will never get tired of Maine. I am drawn to the place like a moth is drawn to flame. It has the power to transform and rejuvenate like no other place in the world for me. It restores my soul.

I will never tire of the thrill I get from helping someone in need. It’s even more thrilling when you’re able to pull it off anonymously!

I will never get tired of the wonderful feeling I get when all four of my children are standing at the top of the steps waiting for Pam and I to allow them to come down on Christmas morning.

I will never get tired of intelligent, provocative and fearless preaching, the kind that convicts, provokes and inspires in equal measure. Anything less is a colossal waste of time.

I will never tire of dogs. They hold a unique place in my devotion that simply cannot be replaced by anything else. They make my life better in a thousand ways.

I will never tire of the thrill I get when I pull the trigger of my Daisy Powerline 35 and see that squirrel flipping head over heels out of the tree and onto the ground. 

Ten Things I’m Tired Of

At 6:00 in the morning on Monday the 4th of November, in the year of our Lord 2019, here is a short list of some things that I am tired of:

I’m tired of mean people. I’m just over self-centered narcissistic people who treat their fellow human beings with rudeness. I’m not saying that I am never guilty of this behavior because I am from time to time. But when it happens to me I instantly know it and feel contrite and usually rush to make amends. I’m talking about people for whom rudeness is a way of life, people who’s default personality trait is meanness. Enough already. Bring back manners.

I’m tired of advertising that seeks to convince us that we can’t be happy and fulfilled unless we buy the newest, shiniest, top of the line innovation available. In other words, I’m tired of all advertising. I’ve lived long enough, and enjoyed enough financial success to know that it’s all a lie. Things can’t fulfill you. It’s impossible. Seeking and striving after the latest, greatest thing is a recipe for perpetual discontent.

I’m tired of politics, politicians, and those who enable them by believing that they have the power to transform anything.

I’m tired of seeing social media arguments about hymns v praise choruses. Seriously, Christians? This is what we’re debating in 2019?

I’m tired of trying to figure out the right answer to every single hot button social issue of the day. Honestly, I don’t think it’s humanly possible to know the right way to think on everything. There are just going to be things this side of eternity that I don’t understand and will never understand. And, that’s ok. But, precisely because I don’t know the right answer to everything, I need to choose grace and humility towards people who might have different views. Some things need to be left in God’s hands. Let him sort it out. Meanwhile, be kind to people.

I’m tired of our celebrity culture. The adulation we heap upon famous people is disgusting. Watching my fellow Americans trying to look like, dress like, and act like celebrities is profoundly embarrassing.

I’m tired of greed in all of its forms. The salaries of many corporate executives are an outrage, and often do great harm to the financial integrity of the companies they lead. The vast fortunes that even the lowliest Congressmen build while ostensibly devoting their lives to public service is a joke. The money that gets thrown at athletes is obscene considering the fact that the cumulative effect of their salaries has made it next to impossible for a family of four to attend a game without taking out a home equity line. I understand the complexities involved in setting the proper price for goods and services in a free society, but when a CEO makes 50 million in a year when his company loses money and lays off a thousand workers, when a Congressman who makes $175,000 a year ends up with a net worth of 20 million after three terms in Congress, when you start paying utility infielders 9 million dollars a year...something has gone off the rails.

I’m tired of diva wide receivers. Actually, just tired of pro football.

I’m tired of Christmas junk appearing in stores before Halloween.

I’m tired of squirrels and their insistence on existing.

All I’ve Got Left

Baseball season is over. I just finished writing my third novel in five years. Stupid daylight savings time has screwed with the universe to the point where it’s dark at 5:30 in the afternoon. All I’ve got left at this point is the following horrible Dad Jokes:

Women gets convicted of armed robbery. Judge tells her that she can either spend ten years in Prison or sleep with him.

Judge got recalled for ending a sentence with a proposition.

The past, the present, and the future walk into a bar...

It was tense.

Have you heard about that new Italian suppository?

They call it innuendo.

What’s brown and rhymes with Snoop?

Dr. Dre

What happens when you put a vest on an alligator?

He becomes ....an investigator

If you had to put a number on how many times a day your dog barks, what would you call it?

A ruff estimate

Living Through The Revolution

November is off to a rousing start here at the Dunnevant house. After the thrilling World Series win by the Nationals, the month of Thanksgiving has arrived with chilly temperatures and bright clear skies. Only one more obstacle stands in the way of the people and our righteous pursuit of happiness...the election...but that will soon be but a bad dream and in our rear view mirrors. As the proctologist said to the man who accidentally swallowed marbles, “this too shall pass”.

The new month has brought with it a couple of good jokes that I have passed on to my friend:

What do you call a duck who gets straight A’s?

A Wise Quacker.

Panda walks into a bar and says, “I’ll have a bourbon...................................and coke.”

Bartender says, “Ok, but what’s with the big paws?”

This next one might seem inappropriate to some of you, and frankly, it probably is. But sometimes inappropriate jokes are kinda awesome...

You hear that Dolly Parton is getting into the grocery business? She bought the Piggly Wiggly and the Harris Teeter down in Gatlinburg.

She’s going to name the new store Dolly Parton’s Wiggly Teeters

In other news, just in time for the chilly weather, I bought one of these babies for the patio:

A friend of mine has one and it’s amazing. So I go online to their website, pick out the one I want, type a few numbers into a purchase order and press send. Literally fifteen minutes later I get a text notifying me that my new bonfire stove has been shipped. 

Pause for a moment and think about that. We live in an amazing time in world history. Commerce and trade has become blindingly fast and efficient. I decide what I want, I go online and buy it with a click. It is then shipped to my door from God knows where. I didn’t need to go to a store. I didn’t even need to be wearing clothes. I just did it. This is a revolutionary way of interacting that is bypassing all conventional controls to access that human beings have always had to endure, including governments. They are all scrambling to keep up. This process serves to empower the consumer but it takes power from practically everyone else. It will be fascinating to watch the transformation this will bring for good and ill. The bottom line is this...Americans are buying practically everything differently than they did a mere twenty years ago. Cash? Hardly ever. Checks? Even more rare. From a store at the mall? Bruhahaha. This is the world we live in, like it or not.

Decisions, Decisions...

Here’s the forecast for Short Pump for the next five days...Sunny. High temperatures in the upper 50’s, lows in the middle 30’s. That, my friends, is perfect fall weather. Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

So, this morning, my friend is recovering nicely from yesterday’s chemo. She is under doctor’s orders to work from home for the next few days with no contact with people and lots of rest. Accordingly, I felt that my dad Joke game needed to be top level this morning. So I sent her these three:

What do you say when a knight from Prague puts on his armor?

...the Czech is in the mail

What’s the best way to watch a fishing tournament?

...live stream

I hadn’t planned on visiting the family over Christmas, but Mom promised to make Eggs Benedict, so I decided to go...

...home for the Hollandaise 

In case you people have been living in a cave, I guess you’ve noticed that there’s an election next week. If you have a mail box, you have no excuse for not knowing that there’s an election because 80% of the mail you have gotten for the past month has been election related. I’m starting to think that the only thing keeping the USPS afloat financially is election junk mail. But, it must work or why would they send so stinking much of it? The closer we get to Election Day, the more hysterical the mail becomes. Have you noticed that? I read the fliers and think...what a bunch of losers. Check these out...

So, this Rodman women is depicted as the Hindenburg and Dunnavant as the Space Shuttle. Well, that settles it, right? Why on earth would I want to send a gas-filled blimp to the State Capital? Don’t we have enough of them already?? Especially one with such poor taste in eyewear. This add is for this woman’s opponent but there’s no picture of her opponent not even a mention of her name...just three pictures of these horrible glasses...

But wait. Not so fast. Apparently, this Dunnavant woman is in favor of more and more gun violence...

But, if that decision isn’t difficult enough, now I have to deal with being publicly shamed for my less than stellar voting record...

There it is for all the world to see. My neighbors, Allison, Charles, Andrew, Brittany, and David are all more civically engaged than I am. When I first saw this piece I thought, “great! This is like 8th grade geometry all over again. Damn B- !!” But upon further investigation I discovered that the Republican Party was not impressed with the fact that I had not voted in either of the last two primary elections, thus my lower grade...

Well, you can’t argue with the facts. I mean, my neighbors are doing their part. I feel so ashamed of myself.

You know, it’s this sort of thing that makes me question the entire democratic experiment with self government. Is this the type of thing that James Madison and Thomas Jefferson had in mind? I’ve got to walk into the voting booth next week trying to remember which woman is the Hindenburg and which one was the Space Shuttle? 

Ahh...democracy in 2019