
ANSWER: Blackbird Bakery .... but if it is not on display out front it may be in the back so do not be afraid to ask for it. So tell 'em Natasha sent you.
Random musings from my life, past & present ~ New posts every Tuesday morning (and some Fridays)
Someone saw me drive down State Street yesterday and asked me about the Saint Francis statue that I have on the dashboard of my Subaru. The simple reason is that I like Saint Francis. I’ve liked him since I was a little girl. My mother liked Saint Francis and told us, Kevin and I, stories about him. My favorite story was the one about the town that was terrorized by a wolf. The wolf told Saint Francis that he had a hard time hunting because he was injured. So Saint Francis told the town to feed the wolf and all was well. I just loved the idea that he could talk to the animals and make peace with them. We were Methodists but my mother said we didn’t have to be Catholic to follow St. Francis. I didn’t find out until later in life that one of his teachings was to renounce wealth, a teaching my mother failed to mention and she was certainly not going to follow. But in her own way she did love him and she taught us to love him too. To me he is an example of someone who was true to himself no matter what the cost was. I like that in a guy. My favorite book on Saint Francis is The Lessons of St. Francis by John Michael Talbot.
The statue on my dashboard was originally my mothers’ but when she remarried she turned her back on St. Francis and threw all her Francis stuff away. I was able to retrieve some of it including the statue on my dashboard. To me that statue is a constant reminder to be true to my self, just like he was true to himself. I just want to make sure that I never become one of those women who disappear into a man. You know, the kind of woman that gradually absorb the opinions and worldview of the man they are attached to. Eventually what happens is that when these women speak you listen but you don’t ask questions because you know she is just repeating what she was told and if she had an answer for what you asked it too would be his words coming out of her mouth. I would rather have my tongue ripped out of my mouth than have someone think that about me. I know I’ve got plenty of my own problems when it comes to relating to the thicker sex, but disappearing is not one of them. And that St. Francis statue on my dashboard is a reminder to never disappear. It is also a reminder of when my mother did.
It was a Thursday morning and I decided to have my mid morning coffee at Blackbird Bakery. Sometimes nothing will do but a chocolate-peanut butter square. I just wish it were smaller because eating one by yourself is a sugar over-load that will last all day long. Luckily for me the woman being waited on by the other cashier said, “I wish I could have half of one of those squares.” “I’ll split mine with you,” I offered and she accepted. She told me her name was Pua Coffman and that she was on the staff of First Presbyterian Church working with the youth group. She didn’t look particularly Hawaiian but she had one of those half grin/half smiles that make you think she’s just glad to be alive. I find myself smiling now as I write this and remember her. She seemed safe enough to talk about religion so I asked her what was the difference between Presbyterians and other Christians. Without getting all serious on me she told me that Presbyterians tend to be very serious about their theology while Pentecostals tend to be more interested in expressing their joy. At that point she had to go join the group of youth pastors she met with every Thursday morning. As she stood to leave her grin got bigger and she whispered, “I like to think of myself as a Presbycostal.”
In a lot of ways Lionel O’Brien is a good man. In fact, in most ways he’s a very good man. I was twelve, almost thirteen, when he married my mother. Kevin was nine. Mom had been working as the receptionist at his law firm in Johnson City but she had to quit working there when they got engaged because he didn’t want to appear to show favoritism to his fiancée and any of the other staff feel uncomfortable. That put mom out of work and he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable either so their engagement was only three months long. Mom, Kevin, and I moved into the house he had lived in with his first wife. Why would I feel uncomfortable about that? His daughter, Samantha, became my older sister. In every way imaginable they opened the door to their home and their life and welcomed us in. And we went in. We joined their life. We started having hot breakfasts instead of cereal and fruit. We joined the Westfield Independent Church. Kevin and I each got our own bedrooms and the same Interior Designer that decorated his office decorated both rooms. Why would I feel uncomfortable about that? I suppose I could have gotten Samantha's old clothes as hand-me-downs, but that never happened. I got my own new clothes every August before school started. Samantha picked them out. I could have said I wanted something else, but she did have good taste, and besides, I never let myself want something else.
One of the new rituals was a formal lunch every Sunday after church. We kept our Sunday clothes on and ate in the dining room instead of the kitchen. The unspoken rule was that after we had eaten Lionel would ask each of us a question about our life and we each got a turn to talk about whatever he had asked about. Once each of us, including mom, had had a turn to speak he would lean back in his chair and say that something one of us said reminded him of something he had been thinking about. His pontifications could last anywhere from fifteen to forty-five minutes, even longer if someone asked a question. He is a very intelligent man whose opinions are all well thought out and well articulated. He is sure he is always right and he generally is. He is also sure he is interesting but that is one thing he does not get right.
This form letter is for anyone who's ever gotten a rejection letter. One of my followers sent it to mefrom mikeshumor@gmail.com. Please let us know what kind of response you get if you send this out.
Dear [Interviewer's Name]:
Thank you for your letter of [date of rejection letter].After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me employment with your firm. This year I have had been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.Despite [Firm's Name]'s outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet with my needs at this time. Therefore, I will initiate employment with your firm immediately following graduation. I look forward to seeing you then.Best of luck in rejecting future candidates.
Sincerely,
[Your Name]
This morning I overheard the very end of a phone conversation Kevin had. He didn’t know that I was so close but I heard him clearly say good-bye then close the phone and say, “That was a grand-slam” to himself. I thought it curious so I asked him about it. He claims he invented a game of solitaire called “encouragement baseball.”