A Bum’s Tale [OT-ish]


If I could draw, I’d do my own version of this story:

When I was in elementary school, “bum” was the go-to Halloween costume for most of the boys.

Then came Halloween, 1964: our parents were away and our grandparents were staying with us. From the Old Country. And old, though in hindsight about the same age I am now.

And my grandmother did not get the whole “dress up like a bum” concept.

And that meant it wasn’t happening.

So on the day of the school’s Halloween parade, my brother and I dressed in the oldest clothing we could get away with, and detoured through a sort of alley filled with dirt and fallen leaves…


… and messed ourselves up the best we could.

(When I was back in town last weekend for my high school reunion, I took photos of the old neighborhood — which hasn’t changed at all, other than more foreign cars and fewer tail-fins — never suspecting I’d be using one of them on the CIDU page a week later)

[OT] Interabang

This morning I came across the existence of Interabang Books, which brought three thoughts to mind:

  1. Is the word itself a Geezer reference?
  2. Might the concept have had a better chance of catching on if it didn’t sound like something named by a 9-year-old?
  3. It is a hell of good name for a book publisher, though.


Idaho Idiot Bill Bickel. This is new.

While at the same time just more of the same. Seriously, how does every Bill Bickel in the country think he has my email address? I’m not even sure whether this makes five or six, that’s how bad it’s gotten.

I just got three apparently-important e-mails regarding his upcoming medical procedure, and I have no way of forwarding them to him.