"Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset." Saint Francis De Sales

Friday, November 9, 2018

Mini-Trip, Clown & Potatoes


I was going to “not write” this week because we are in Ocean City, Maryland with my brother Tee, his wife Karen and my sister Kim, and her husband Frank.

Kim and Frank own a nice condo near the beach which is in partnership with my nephew Chad. It’s a short trip, just the weekend. 

Last night we had dinner at “Bull On the Beach,” a great restaurant that specializes in beef, my favorite being the “Bull Brisket” sandwich.

This morning, Tee is making bacon, a service that he enjoys and is infamous for.

Todays restaurant is going to be Seacrets, another one of our favorite places.

“The comedy that clowns perform is usually in the role of a fool whose everyday actions and tasks become extraordinary—and for whom the ridiculous, for a short while, becomes ordinary. This style of comedy has a long history in many countries and cultures across the world. Some writers have argued that due to the widespread use of such comedy and its long history it is a need that is part of the human condition.”

This is an excellent description of my brother Tee. The more laughs he gets, the more he performs, much to the chagrin of his wife Karen. Especially when things touch close to “home.” It’s never a dull moment when he is present.

Clem Kadiddlehopper


Please pray for one of our Epiphany parish friends Mildred who joined our Lord on November 3.

“Eternal rest grant unto Mildred, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon her.
May her soul and the souls of all the faithful
departed, through the mercy of God,
rest in peace. Amen.”


“Autumn Digression: Potato Dancing” By Russ Lockwood 

“While contemplating the maneuvers, I was reminded that the area around OberEssling had once been populated with potato fields. Next to the beergarden was once a pair of towering potato silos holding the crop and a special outbuilding that boasted a most ingenious wood-fueled contraption to squash the potatoes, move and heat the fibers into vapor, and condense the vapor into a potent white-ish, almost clear, alcohol called Taterweiss. 
Indeed, local lore has it that the von Trappeze family created a rather popular drinking song that starts out: "Taterweiss, taterweiss, Ich liebe jetzt zu trinken..." which doesn't make much sense unless you've consumed vast quantities of Taterweiss. 

In any case, one year the UberSeptemberFest resembled a Venetian masked ball with all involved wearing a variety of masks – a few charming, others alluring, but the vast majority grotesque. The more alcohol consumed, the rowdier the party became until it just got out of hand. The inebriated crowd complained the contraption wasn't squashing the potatoes fast enough to make Taterweiss vapor. One unknown genius suggested using their feet to stomp on the potatoes, much like crushing wine grapes, to speed the process. 
Fueled by UberSeptemberFest joviality, the crowd stumbled to a silo and smashed in its side to get at the potatoes. Unfortunately, the silo toppled to the ground, spilling the potatoes all over the place, including through an iron gate and into the family burial grounds. 

The crowd surged inside the gate and started stomping on the potatoes, the flowers, the headstones, the statues, parts of the iron fence, and even some of their fellow revelers who had twisted their ankles and fallen down. 

Worse, other revelers fed an overabundance of wood into the contraption with the idea that the larger the fire, the faster the potatoes would vaporize. The whole contraction burst and set the outbuilding and silos on fire. To the horror of the owner, amidst the flickering flames, the Taterweiss-fueled, grotesque-masked denizens kept stomping on the potatoes in a dance macabre. 

As von Franken surveyed the burning wreckage of his buildings and the drunken crowd wearing grotesque masks a hopping and a stomping in his family burial
ground, he moaned, "They mashed the mash, they were a
monster mash. The monster mash, it was my graveyard 
This became a popular Taterweiss drinking song 
in taverns around the area.


There is a frost coming to Virginia. It is suppose to be 27 degrees Saturday night and 31 degrees Sunday night. That means that the grass will stop growing but the leaves will be falling faster. “If it ain’t one thing, it’s another.”


The Irish lads play their last home game for this season against the Florida Seminoles.

The Spiders are now 3-6 as they head to their last home game against the Maine Black Bears. 

Go Spiders!


Matt Maher - “Hold Us Together”


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Friday, November 2, 2018

A Celt, A Musical & A Mug


My brother Tee and I attended the Richmond Celtic Festival over the weekend. We saw big men tossing big logs, aka. “Tossing The Caber,” and big men throwing large stones, aka. “Shot Put.” There was plenty of music, fish and chips, bagpipers, ladies dancing, Irish Coffee and Guinness.

Tee & Me

The most fun seemed to be at the bandstand where, among other bands, Albannach was playing.


Dee and I, along with Tony, Pam, Roger and Margaret went to see the production of Les Misérables at the Altria Theater here in Richmond. It was a great production and we all enjoyed it.



Brother Maynard - Monty Python and "The Hotly Grail"l

“Thou shalt set the time one hour back,
no more,
no less.
One hour back shall the clock be set,
and the setting of the clock shalt be one hour back …..”


“A Mug Like No Other,” another interesting historical note about “Autumn Traditions in an 1805 Beergarden”  By Russ Lockwood 

“I was reminded that this particular beergarden, owned by brewmeister Klaus von Franken and set among potato, grain, and pumpkin fields, owned the largest drinking mug in the world. It had become a tourist attraction for 19th century Englander tourists, who paid a couple pfennigs each to drink beer from this mug. Actually, to be clear, the proper term for this type of mug is 'stein.' 

In any case, one of the post-Waterloo Englander tourists, a gal named Mary Shelley, visited the beergarden, paid her money, and drank way too much from the mug. She passed out and her friends had to carry her back to the hotel. When she finally awoke in a most disheveled and stuporous state, one of her friends quipped, "It's alive! It's alive! It drank from Franken's Stein and it's alive!" 

That little nugget of wit stuck in Mary's addled brain and she went on to pen a classic Gothic horror story. 

Our Cursillo Brother Dave has reached the 75 year mark and is still going strong. 

Happy Birthday Dave …


Notre Dame and Navy in San Diego. I was pleased with the game but my brother was not. He’s an ex-Navy Submariner and was pulling for the Midshipmen.

The Spiders are prepared for Villanova at "Homecoming Weekend," this Saturday November 3rd.

Go Spiders!


Dierks Bentley - “Woman, Amen”


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Friday, October 26, 2018

Konflikt '47, Fellowship & Russ


A Konflikt ’47 game that Todd ran last weekend.
Unfortunately Captain America was not as formidable as he is in the movies.

Game Setup

Advancing Forward.

Soviet Ursus, Oh My!

Captain America


Finished cleaning the yard this week, removing much of the acorns. Also managed to put down more grass seed. So far the temperature has been above freezing, so there are no leaves falling yet. 


I finished reading “The Fellowship of The Rings,” by J.R.R. Tolkien. 
No matter how many times I read it, there is always more that I learn about the story and the characters. 


“Being autumn, I thought you'd like to know how the pre-Halloween holiday of Octoberfest started… Originally, this drinking party celebrated the end of harvest season, for the aristocracy figured that turning a portion of the harvest into alcohol would distract the serfs from figuring out the one-sided nature of the feudal system. 

Nowadays, most people are under the false impression that the celebration was always called Octoberfest, but that's not always been the case. This celebration was originally called Septemberfest because it used to be held in September, although admittedly, a particularly good harvest sometimes extended it into the next month, where it was called UberSeptemberFest -- a real party of a party. 

Indeed, ever since the Middle Ages, there was a well-known joyous saying to open the festivities: "Achtung, UberSeptemberFest ist hier!" Being impatient to start the party, town burgermeisters eventually shortened and simplified this to "Achtuberfest!" 

About this time, Englander tourists misheard the saying and came back home raving about this party called Octoberfest, which they immediately recognized as a good thing to appropriate and spread around the globe. And that's how the celebration came to be called Octoberfest.     Really.”

“Autumn Traditions in an 1805 Beergarden”  By Russ Lockwood 


On October 25, 1854 Lord James Cardigan lead the British Light Cavalry Brigade against Russian guns and infantry. 

The Poem

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!

My Favorite Movie

1936 with Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland


Tomorrow at 8:00 PM, CBS, Notre Dame and Navy in San Diego. 

The Spiders did not win and now have a a week to prepare for Villanova at Homecoming Weekend, November 3rd.

Go Spiders!


Carry Underwood - “Ever Ever After”


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