We were graced by the presence of Governor Andy yesterday as he arrived to officially open the NY State Fair on “Governor’s Day.” Since NY Governor’s typically come from south of the 42nd parallel (what we up here refer to as “Downstate”), I generally get the sense that they’re somewhere between bemused and annoyed at having to come up here to the provinces and pretend to think we’re not a bunch of redneck hicks (when Ed Koch ran for Governor in 1982, he remarked to Playboy Magazine that if you live up here, you’re “…wasting time in a pickup truck when you have to drive 20 miles to buy a gingham dress or a Sears Roebuck suit…. This rural America thing — I’m telling you, it’s a joke.” Unfortunately for Ed, one of his staffers subsequently showed him a map of NY that didn’t come from the cover of the New Yorker Magazine and he realized that to be the Guv, you gotta get the votes of at least a few of us losers up here). They’re expected to choke down one of our famous sausage sandwiches, eat some Dinosaur Barbeque, and feign interest in the livestock (“that’s a cow, right? I think they had those last year, too.”).
Of course this is also an election year, so Andy’s challengers were all in town as well, including some Republican from Westchester who was here for the first time (because, like, why would he have ever come up here before?) and said his sausage sandwich had “a kick to it.”
Hah! The real “kick” from those things comes about an hour after you eat one.
As an indicator of how much chance this Republican has of winning here in NY, I will only say that the story in the lo-cal newspaper about his visit referred to him as Rob “Astorino,” “Astorin,” and “Astorinio” – all in the same story.
Also in town were Andy’s Democratic Primary challengers – Randy Credico and my personal favorite, Zephyr Teachout (and her middle name is ‘Rain’). Zephyr is a Forham Law PRofessor, but we aren’t holding that against her because she grew up on a farm in Vermont, and I must say she looked quite comfortable around the critters at the Fair (no sausage sandwich, but she got a rack of BBQ ribs and any chick willing to eat ribs in front of the cameras is OK in my book).
If anybody ever wanted to shoot video of me eating ribs, I’d have to let them know beforehand that was not gonna be a pretty sight.
This is the first time in many years that I regret not being a registered Democrat, because I’d really like to vote for Zephyr.
One fella who didn’t have to travel far was our own transplanted San Franciscan, Teamster, and perpetual Green Party candidate for, well, you name it and I think he’s had a run for it, Howie Hawkins.
Governor Snotball arrived early in the day, bringing with him about four inches of rain and lots of thunder and lightning. After that, things cleared up and got pretty nice (though rather humid, what with the sun boiling off all that precipitation). At least, that’s what I heard. I wouldn’t know, ‘cuz I was stuck inside my windowless office all day.
Speaking of which, I guess I better get ready to head back there today and get this really long week (five whole days, and all of them in the office – I’m really not used to this).
For those of you who are still here, have a good Friday and an even better weekend.
Perhaps you should have called this header “Musings from a Summer’s Eve”.
First, I am glad that god made a miracle and saved the two Amurkin missionaries from ebola. I also thank him/her/it for indulging us mere hoomans letting us think that the massive sciency-based medical efforts on behalf of the two lovely white folks might have made a difference when I am sure he just did it with maybe a little help from the son and the holy ghost.
I made my first exploratory trip in search of a new place to live. Yesterday I went to Vallejo and Benicia that sit about 40 miles northwest of SF on the Carquinez Straits between San Pablo Bay and Suisun Bay. Vallejo declared bankruptcy a few years ago and has some crime issues and bad schools (a plus for someone like me) but it might be affordable. It is on the rise with a lot of the more interesting people in the area getting driven out of other places by obscene wealth and the banality that seems to come with it moving up there. Benicia is a little more precious and probably less within reach monetarily and availability-wise but it is very close to Vallejo. It was the state capitol for just over a year in 1853. One very cool thing about Vallejo that it has a ferry that goes to SF and runs a special ferry to all Giants home games. They also have their own independent professional baseball team, the Vallejo Admirals. It is adjacent to Mare Island which was the nation’s first naval shipyard on the West Coast in 1850. It was eventually decommissioned in recent time and is now in the process of being redeveloped for civilian use.
Tomorrow El Cerrito and Richmond in the East Bay wrapped around a funeral in Berkeley. :gate:
I guess Labor Day is as early as it can possibly be this year. Six Flags in Vallejo is on a weekends schedule already.
Now let’s see how I did.
I did consider changing my username to Massengill.
Sucks you have to move, but I hope it turns out to be something even better for you than you have now. Or at least doesn’t suck.
It’s a bit early to think about it right now but if, by chance, the Washington Nationals win the World Series and their farm team Syracuse Chiefs win the Governor’s Cup (which is the International League equivalent of MLB’s Commissioner’s Trophy), it would be the first time that happened since the NY Yankees/Newark Bears did it in 1938.
And wouldn’t that be exciting!
I hope you find a good place to live, Vern. Red Hook was a bedraggled place when we moved there and we found lots of fun, interesting neighbors. It’s pretty ritzy now and most of those neighbors have been displaced.
Thanks, Sue. That could happen to Vallejo but I don’t envision it for a while. It is a little off the beaten for now and I don’t see the tech buses making it up there right away.
Can we just call you “Nozzle”?
I used to see Syracuse play the R-Braves as a teenager. I hope ‘Chiefs’ is not an insenstive term.
Nozzle, I like it. It’s similar to things I’ve been called before (yet more polite). Reminds me of a novel by Ken Follett: Eye of the Nozzle.
Chiefs, yes. Originally (like 1934) the name referred to a Native American. I seem to recall at some point that the GM asked the Onondagas if it was OK to use that name and they agreed because it was used with respect (I can’t find any actual support for that, so I may have made that up in my douchebag brain). Either way, by 1997 everybody decided that a Native American mascot wasn’t cool, so they changed the name to SkyChiefs. I’m not sure if this was because the stadium was in the airport flight path or not.
In 2006, they went back to Chiefs, but “the Chief” is apparently a train. A steam locomotive, more specifically. Presumably to honor the trains that used to run through the middle of the city. Or something.
At least there’s one Patrick S. who isn’t a douche!
Gee, too bad.
Hey there, Vernon. Heard y’all had a little shakin’ going on.
Yes. I was trying to post something but the blog went douchy and I couldn’t get in until now.
Remember where I went looking last week? That was where this happened. It seems like Napa took the worst licks. I woke up and thought I was having a nightmare about the 1989 Bay Bridge World Series. This one wasn’t that bad but a similar long rolling shake which built up to a peak and then didn’t stop right away. Also, it was a ‘dormant’ fault. Similar to a tornado in that a trailer park took one of the biggest hits.