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The Schooner “Live”
Nate Cwik thu 6-10 ¯ Honeyhawks fri 6-10 Rich Baker sat 6-10 ¯ Gregg Carpenter sun 4-8
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Friday Bluebone 7-10 Saturday Nate Cwik 7-10 Sunday Clavicles 6-9
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I’m starting to think Watership Down was a documentary. The Midnight Possums: Every quarter-mile one of these delightful creatures darts from the bushes to make you slam your brakes and swerve. Are they just following their animal instinct? Or are they only hoping you stop long enough for their 50 possum buddies to steal your hubcaps? The Bayshore Stroller: There is no time of day, morning, noon or night, that you will not find a man or woman walking the length of Bayshore Road, from Villas to North Cape May. What do they seek? Are they on a quest? Or are they the shimmering ghosts of generations past looking to right the wrongs of… nope, never mind, that guy just snot rocketed into the bus stop. The Villas Wawa: You will never find a more wretched hive of villainy. The nightmare delivery scenario came to fruition last week — thick summer traffic, Ocean Drive under construction, two construction traffic lights, both red both ways, and the drawbridge up, both ways. In other words, I hope Two Mile Landing really appreciated that bundle of Exit Zero that week. They almost wound up in the drink. What kind of guy is Angelo Rotondi? The kind of guy that, within five minutes of my posting on Facebook about fixing or replacing my blown speaker, calls me up with a half-dozen ways to do both. He is the MacGyver of electronics, a Houdini with a paint brush and the Michelangelo of vaping. Sixteen years I’m writing for this rag and my name is still not in the opening credits. My wife starts here six months ago and BOOM! Inside corner, page 4. I’ve encountered quite a few people lately who have gone out of their way to tell me (A) how glad they are that I’m back writing this column and/or (B) that they’ve been reading it for years. Like Steve Ocker, who stopped in to Exit Zero Filling Station for lunch and to tell me what a big fan he was. I got a mild Kathy Bates in Misery vibe, but Steve did not
July 18, 2019 attempt to hobble me. And Terry O’Neil, who brought with him an Exit Zero-esque magazine from Cape Cod he thought I’d enjoy, then proceeded to consume 27 umbrella drinks and dirty dance with his wife while Tim and I played Kenny Rogers’ “The Gambler”. Why are my fans always so weird? And male? I’m kidding, of course. Steve and Terry are very nice guys, as are the many others whose names I did not get who have offered a kind word. I know not all of these are home runs, but sometimes a single is all you need to get the run home. Recently ran into local carpenter Mark Heany at Red Brick Ale House. To me, he will always be “guy who fell off my neighbor’s roof in 1995” and “guy who immediately assumes I’m a Limbaugh-Hannity-Trump knuckle-dragger when I post anything even mildly political on Facebook.” We talked it out over beers and agreed that, while we don’t agree on much, we can still be people to each other. I didn’t like Obama very much, but he may have been onto something with that Beer Summit. I really, really wanted to love Yesterday, the new film by Danny Boyle (Trainspotting, Slumdog Millionaire) about a guy who wakes up and is the only person in the world who remembers The Beatles, and while I did enjoy a few scenes, overall I was disappointed. I mean, it’s fine. But with a premise that rich I just wanted more. Though there is one scene that instantly brought me to tears. I won’t spoil it, but you’ll know it when you see it. It’s normal to sneeze 17 times in three minutes, right? If you’d like to hear me sing this week, you may do so at the following venues: Saturday, O’Brien & Joyce at Exit Zero Filling Station, 6-10. Sunday, The Terry O’Brien Band at Carney’s, 9-1. Tuesday, Terry O’ke at Carney’s, 9-1 (Contest! Cash Prizes! Booze!). Thursday, O’Brien & Joyce at Mayer’s Tavern, 7-10. ’Til next week, don’t get caught in The Undertow.