Friday, November 29, 2024

Geezer fiction

 

          Good evening, 919 Gang.

 

JOHN MUNCIE writes:

My newspaper career began in 1970 when I got hired by the Riverside Press-Enterprise. One of the staffers was a rookie sportswriter from Penn State named Ron Kolb. Kolb and I quickly became pals and ever since, like all newspaper buddies, we’ve talked about writing a book together.

          Well, we finally did it. It’s called “The Royals” — named after the manual typewriters we started on at the P-E. You can find it on Amazon in eBook and paperback versions.

Why am I introducing “The Royals” specifically to the 919 Gang? Because it’s about people just like us. Here’s how Paul Levine, bestselling author of those Jake Lassiter legal thrillers, blurbed our book: 

 

“A quintet of septuagenarians – all ink-stained, retired newspaper reporters – dust off their manual typewriters, flex their arthritic joints, and dig into the mystery of why a star high school quarterback committed suicide on a picturesque island off Seattle. Two of them even find the time and energy to fall in love again. An impressive debut, ‘The Royals’ is geezer fiction at its best, laced with sly observations, wry humor, and wise meditations on aging and the meaning of life. I hope John Muncie and Ron Kolb have plenty of typewriter ribbons for their team’s next outing.”

 

OK, Levine’s a pal of Kolb’s. But friendship aside, it’s an accurate summary. Most of the characters are based on Kolb and me and our Press-Enterprise colleagues. But we didn’t ignore my Union-Tribune days. For example, to honor the U-T’s photogs (always the paper’s most talented group), I named two characters, in a vivid flashback scene, Jim Skovmand and Jerry Rife. Skov’s a reporter in the scene, Jerry’s a photog. (Take a look at Chapter 26.)

          If “The Royals” interests you -- and how could an ink-stained journalist pass it up? — click on the link below to our Amazon page. If you like the book, Kolb and I would be so grateful if you wrote a review. If you don’t like the book, it’s entitled “The Remingtons,” by John Munkle and Ron Club.

www.amazon.com/dp/B0DP5V6NDM

 

          REBER: Carl Larsen, are you still keeping a list of books by our members? I would almost promise to run the list, but let’s see how long it is. A powerful lot of authors in this group.

 

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          SUZANNE MACK-LOEBER writes:

I guess it's the time of year for looking back over holiday memories. Bill and I were at Jerome's purchasing a sofa for the living room. I got to thinking about the first sofa I bought at a supposedly reputable furniture store on University Ave. It was white Herculon, and boy, did the salesman see me coming! He told me I could zip off the covers and send them to be cleaned. They couldn't because the fiber filling was practically adhered to the inside of the covers. When Thanksgiving rolled around, we invited Ron Hutcherson's family to join us. My first time cooking an entire Thanksgiving dinner. The dinner turned out almost prefect, even though I did forget to remove the neck from the bird. Ron had asked if they could bring a friend who had no place to go on that day. Said extra guest poked fun at me about the turkey neck issue and then proceeded to burn a whole in my 6-month-old sofa with his cigarette! Memorable day. This year my son-in-law Tom, took the entire family of 10 to Thanksgiving dinner at Ruth Chris in Del Mar.

 

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          REBER: I hate corrections, especially when they apply to my work. The honest truth is that my calendar sprang a leak. I just got it back from the shop today. So, I’m catching up.

          Happy Birthday, Nov. 28, to Bob Dietrich

          Happy Birthday, Nov. 29, to Gerry Braun

          Happy Birthday, Nov. 30, to Joe Gandelman and John McCutchen.

Thursday, November 28, 2024

Christmas goose

 

Good evening, 919 Gang. A big thank you to Nancy Cleeland, Janet Martin, Judith Morgan and Don Sevrens, all of whom wrote to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. It is a happy day because I know you’re all out there. Some write and some just read, but all are valued friends.

          I have no messages to relay tonight, so I figured I should tell a story. A holiday story would nice, but I don’t have one for Thanksgiving, but I have a favorite Christmas story.

          A long time ago George Herrick was sports editor of the Evening Tribune. About 65 years ago he was replaced by Gene Gregston, and George became the outdoor writer.

          He wrote a double-column piece that started at the top of page 2 in Sports and ran until it hit a two-inch ad at the bottom of the page.

          George had an amazing knack for writing to fit. Remember, these were hot-metal days. We couldn’t play with the length of a story the way you can now with computers.

          While George was amazing at filling the hole precisely, no one is perfect, so once in a while (not often) I would have to trim his column, sometimes known as the dead-fish count.

          The minute George hit the office in the morning, he came to my desk to check on his column. Most days I would say it fit fine. But once in a while I would have to say something like “I had to cut the last three words in the next-to-last paragraph.”

          No matter how small the bite or how deep in the column, every time I delivered a message like that, George would slap his forehead and moan “Geez! That the best part!” I never bothered to ask how come the best part of his column was in the 18th graf.

          But life went on smoothly until one November when I had to make bites on two consecutive columns. George was pained, and he stopped talking to me. Not a word passed between us for several weeks.

          But George recovered, and about mid-December he came to me and said, “Jack, I shot some geese, and they’re in the freezer. How would you and your bride like a goose for Christmas dinner?”

          That was a super nice offer. Like everyone else, George knew Mary and I had no friends or relatives in this area. He also knew it was our first Christmas as a married couple.  I thanked him and accepted the offer. He brought me a goose wrapped in newspapers to keep it frozen.

          Our first task was to visit the library and find a book that would tell us how to cook a goose. I don’t recall the recipe we came up with, but I remember it involved a lot of orange peels and rice.

          Christmas morning it was time to cook I started pulling newspaper off the goose. Then, I pulled off more newspaper. And then there was more. When I finally had my hands on a naked goose, I told Mary, “I don’t believe George shot this bird. I think it died of malnutrition.” It was a skinny critter, that’s for sure.

          The only clear memory I have of that meal is that I ate an awful lot of rice. Still, it was a great day. It was Christmas, and Mary I were together. That made our meal a feast.

 

Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Early bedtime

     Sorry, 919 Gang. I have nothing to report tonight.

Tuesday, November 26, 2024

U-T archives

 

          Good evening, 919 Gang.

 

          MERRIE MONTEAGUDO writes:

The (almost complete) San Diego Union-Tribune story archives are still available at:

https://sandiegouniontribune.newsbank.com/

          NewsBank owns the sister company GenealogyBank. I stopped manually proofreading the story feed when I left the U-T, so some of the more recent articles are missing bylines or other information that was miscoded in the transfer from one machine to another, but it looks like the database is still getting a daily update. 

          Yes, it is subscription-based, but there are a variety of price options, including a day or week pass if you don't want a monthly subscription. Also, several local universities, including San Diego State University and Cal State San Marcos, subscribe to NewsBank, so if you have a university ID or visit in person you can get free access.

          Free access to the U-T archives on NewsBank was a perk provided to aeven-day newspaper delivery subscribers for many years. I don't know if NewsBank is still getting the subscription data from the current U-T system, but you can try your print subscription password here before you pay for it.

          Happy Thanksgiving!

 

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          LAURA GROCH writes:

I called the U=T subscription number Tuesday to check on my account status after receiving a Premium Issue on Sunday that I thought I had refused. The clerk assured me that I had indeed opted out of the Premium Issues, but would continue to receive them at no charge. After a little wrangling, I was connected to a supervisor who further explained that yes, all subscribers are receiving the special issues. And unless they opt out, they are being charged $5.95 for each of them. As the fine print says, “… your account will be billed automatically and your term will be shortened.” Caveat emptor, I guess.

 

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BRIAN CLARK writes:

It's been a warm autumn here in southern Wisconsin. Which means that many of my outdoor flowers and tomato plants survived almost to Thanksgiving. But those balmy days are coming to an end, with temperatures dropping at night into the low teens by Saturday. While pulling out a frost-killed tomato plant yesterday, I found this pretty California poppy inside of the green vines. So I snipped it, brought it inside and put it in a little maple syrup bottle, which seems appropriate for this part of the country.

 

         I'm not complaining about the cold, but it was a bit of an adjustment coming back to Madison last week after a week of sailing in the British Virgin Islands on a 47-foot monocat sailboat - a hybrid between a monohull and a catamaran. I actually like winter and chilly temps, because it means that yet another ski season is about to begin. My plan is to be like Klaus Obermeyer, an Austrian immigrant to Colorado, who was still skiing until he was 102. Which means I'll have another 31 years, perhaps, to carve turns down snowy slopes,

 

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RICK SMITH writes:

Whither Los Angeles Times? Twice in the past week no paper. Trusty delivery person said the Times wasn't at her distribution outlet when she arrived in the wee hours. She subs a Wall Street Journal for me, plus the Union-Tribune and USA Today.

Gable's mention of the Coronado bridge: I knew the first person to take the big enchilada. He was the brother of Dick Cram, a pole vaulter on the Lincoln track team back in the day

 

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          REBER: Here go warm Happy Birthday wishes for Joe Cantlupe on Nov. 27.