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An odd couple and keeping up with the Times …

What goes together better than diamonds and container gardens? Truly an odd couple but such disparate topics and more are all in play for the weekly letters.

As it is, the kids read all the news that’s fit to print (with apologies to the New York Times). Speaking of the Times, it is all it’s cracked up to be. I can hardly get through the weekend editions. In fact, I’m not. Sections yet to be perused are stacked up like cordwood next to the couch. I wish the kids would subscribe to the paper versions of the St. Paul Pioneer Press and the Chicago Tribune. It would do them good. 

March 27, 2017

Ellen/Reid: Our collective karma didn’t seem to work too well for the Bulldogs last week. North Carolina rolled them and I thought Butler would be the one team that might be peaky enough to give them a go. But for a small school to reach that far says something about the basketball culture in Indianapolis. I watched the games yesterday on ESPN which had a link to the CBS broadcast. It’s really the one time of year I wish I had a TV. Otherwise, I’m good without it. In secret, I am a Carolina fan among all the teams down in these parts so here’s hoping the Tar Heels can go all the way.

The container garden is already going great guns. The romaine and arugula are already sprouted and growing nicely. The cilantro has yet to emerge. If the temps hold true (and warm) later this week the basil and maybe a small tomato plant will go in the ground. While golfing this weekend, there was a stand of bamboo adjacent to one of the tee boxes and I plucked a bunch of dried stalks and stuck them in next to my golf bag. Those will make good guides for the tomato.


A couple of years ago, the HOA ‘Garden Nazis’ called me out about the evil of veggie plants on the front porch. This year the container garden next to the back driveway got an upgrade.

It took me most of the day yesterday to wade through the New York Times. It really is one hell of a newspaper. The conservative side rags on it as a ‘liberal’ paper, but it’s not liberal, it’s just straight forward, honest reportage. I don’t see much of a reportage bias in it at all. The editorials thump Trump but that’s the role of the Times and other papers; play the devil’s advocate and be a counterweight to the BS that’s spewing out of this White House – or any White House for that matter. What people don’t associate with it is the arts coverage, the food, the culture and other national reporting. They had a great, great piece on Mt. Rushmore from a tangent I’d never seen before. Ellen, I should send you the book review section. It’s stellar.

It’s pretty early in the day right now, and the coffee is strong. I’ve been getting up a bit later, perhaps as my body clock adjusts to the retirement regimen. It doesn’t mean I’m sleeping solidly through the night but it is what it is.

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The good earth…

Ellen's garden will have to wait until the snow pack melts away. More than a foot hit the Twin Cities last weekend - on top of a few feet already on the ground. Her quote with this pic: "Why do we live here again?"

My only real complaint after buying a home in Charlotte – beyond it being three goddamn floors – is the lack of a patch of ground for a garden.  I make do with “container gardening” which was invented by some manufacturing cartel hell-bent on selling oversized pots and dirt by the bag at a handsome profit.

Ellen is leaning toward a small plot (good luck with Henry-proofing it) because her back yard is the finest jet-black, alluvial soil in North America.  The good earth is just down the steps from her back door.  Chicago won’t do a whole lot for Reid’s green thumb.  I vividly recall them both when they were peanuts, standing in our raspberry patch, stripping the plants bear of those little rubies.  Then they’d mosey over to the snow peas, few of which ever made it inside.  Nothing made me happier.

Beyond the idea of getting your hands dirty by poking around in the soil, there is something correct about small scale gardening.  Not just the fruits of your labor, but it teaches you to be respectful of the ground, and, by extension, the rest of your natural world.  I can’t pass along wisdom about stocks and bonds or other lofty academic ideals, but I sure as hell can tell them the difference between romaine and iceberg lettuce and what variety of snow pea or raspberries to plant (Heritage).  Sounds like the makings of a letter to me.

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