Passersby were forced to walk in the street as the Tour de Healdsburg cycled (without forward movement) on the sidewalk outside Costeaux French Bakery in a vigorous and joyful celebration of Bastille Day.
Riding for the unheralded Le Musée Historique team (Healdsburg Museum and Historical Society) were
Category Archives: Humor
Vive le Musée!
July 14, 2008 – 2:19 pm
Protecting America from Immigrants
May 8, 2008 – 12:31 pm
She makes a terific argumint.
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The sign in the background reads:
——–Tejas no es una colonia mexicana.
A tip of the hat to Robert Rummel-Hudson’s
Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords blog.
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Baseball: Recapturing Youth
April 12, 2008 – 11:37 pm
As a kid, baseball was my sport. I was too short to be effective in basketball, no one played soccer in the 50’s, and although I was fast and could catch, my lack of bulk marginalized me in football. I played Little League, made the All-Star team, and loved the game. I played softball [...]
Mom’s Cafe — Salina, Utah
April 4, 2008 – 5:07 pm
There are sage pronouncements that should never be ignored.
In his 1956 short story collection, A Walk on the Wild Side, Nelson Algren wrote: “Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom’s.” I have always avoided faux physicians at poker palaces, but once, after nearly two handfuls of [...]
Eggman — Part 6…The Next Generation
April 2, 2008 – 11:13 pm
After Doug and I returned home from that first afternoon of delivering eggs with Dad as our unexpected driver and co-deliveryman, we were completely unprepared for his next question: “How much bigger could we make this egg route if we really worked at it?
Doug and I looked at each other. Dad had said [...]
Eggman — Part 5…Mergers & Acquisitions
March 23, 2008 – 8:12 pm
egg route fortunes
When I left for college in 1961, I bequeathed the egg route, then at 160 dozen per week, to my younger brother Doug. He was almost 12. But when I came home for winter break, the route had declined to 100 dozen. It was too much for him to handle…not to mention the [...]
Eggman — Part 4…Dog and Egg Sandwich
March 21, 2008 – 2:10 pm
After many months of deliveries, most neighbors became accustomed to seeing the Cotler brothers on bicycles, towing their Radio Flyer egg wagon. A few unimaginative churls thought it insanely humorous to yell, “Hey, Eggman! Gimme two dozen!” every time we rode by, but the unpredictable wagon-chasing dog was our bête noir.
The worst crack-up [...]
Eggman — Part 3…Outhouse National Bank
March 19, 2008 – 11:29 pm
With its motto “We Sit Securely on Our Assets,” the Outhouse National Bank strove to offer the finest service to its only depositor, my 10-year-old brother Doug. It was open 24/7 for deposits, almost all of which were imprest as a result of the superior judgment of the 15-year-old employer of said brother. [...]
Eggman — Part 2…Expanding the Business
March 18, 2008 – 9:10 pm
Three weeks after beginning my egg route, my weekly delivery had increased to nearly 150 dozen. It only took two after-schools to deliver the eggs, and I was netting over $30 each week, more than $4.25/hour. With the minimum wage at $1.55/hour, I, only 15, had found the chicken that laid the Golden [...]
I Really Was the Eggman — Part 1
March 17, 2008 – 12:22 am
“Hello. My name is Steve Cotler. Each week I go out to a ranch in the country and pick up fresh eggs and deliver them in this area at a price within a penny or two of store prices. Of course, these eggs are much fresher than store eggs because I pick [...]
