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The Democratic Race in Seven Minutes.
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The Democratic Race in Seven Minutes.
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Great Post.
Posted by: Danny | May 2, 2008 08:12 PM
Sharp, succinct, with just the right amount of snark.
Posted by: Mono | May 3, 2008 09:07 AM
Mono,
Are you a BCN alumnus from back in the day?
Posted by: Danny | May 3, 2008 07:43 PM
Srtuff told me long ago I should jump into this pool... so here goes... Yup, Danny... I wasn’t a member of the original cast, but on scene between 1970-1979 in various supporting roles, trying to make things or make things happen.
I shared the same rookie season as the News Dissector, eventual GM Tim Montgomery, local music goddess Maxanne Sartori and the man on the hot seat -- Zircon John Brody, who had his "no long drum solos" blowout with Ray Riepen the very day before I first got off the elevator, turned left at the Yellow Submarine and walked straight into the middle of a Charles Laquidara/Len Cohen screaming match about it:
CL: "We have to be a place where people can get high and mellow out."
LC: "This is a business. We're not here to provide the soundtrack for your friends' drug abuse."
As a new and neutral party they roped me in for a tie breaker.
"Neither of you would be happy with the druggy image long term. Bad for business. Bad for counter-culture aspirations. Now, stop shouting... I could stay home and get my fill of that."
Charles declared me an asshole.... for the first of VERY many times.
Sondra the bare-footed bookkeeper handed me a paper cup of cold duck, "You're going to fit right in," she smiled, "JJ will love you."
Then Jim Parry cranked up those ceiling mounted Bose speakers that looked like home plate just in time for Dave Mason's guitar solo in "Only You Know And I Know," and I thought it might not end well, but it could be fun.
Wouldn't expect many people to remember Mono, or that the name was bestowed for my position in the great hallway graffiti debate about whether you stand at the midpoint between the men's and women's rooms at Stuart Street to experience "true stereo".
After two strokes, I'm lucky I can remember anything. But if anyone from the old daze does remember me, I hope it's with a smile... as they call me an asshole.
Right back at ya! Love you anyway.
Posted by: Mono | May 4, 2008 11:02 AM