• One of P+J’s all-time friends runs the Petra Foundation, which supports citizen-activist efforts aimed at promoting the rights, autonomy, and dignity of other. She heard from one of her fellows, a Native American named Len Foster, who is a veteran of the American Indian Movement veteran, whose father was a code-talker in WWII, and who now counsels Native American inmates and holds smokehouse ceremonies in the prisons that allow them. Not surprisingly, Jacoby Ellsbury, the young Sox star-in-the-making, who is of Navajo descent, has caused a surge of pride for Native Americans. As Foster, who is acquainted with one of Ellsbury’s relatives, noted, “He was spectacular and just awesome. He is gifted and has speed and can hit the fastball. He is an all-star and has a bright future and is a role model for the young Native Americans.” ’Nuf sed.
• Finally, P+J’s eyes turn to Indianapolis this Sunday, where the Brady Bunch will visit Peyton Place. While doing our daily workout at our local fitness center — yes, when it comes to being oiled and buff, nothing says “gladiator movies” like P+J. We saw a young man walk in with a T-shirt that said “Peyton sucks” on the front. As he walked by, we noted another message on the back: “And Eli does too.”
Cooking with concrete
Hey, how come everyone and their brother is getting their knickers in a twist about the Department of Transportation using less-than-top-grade concrete in Little Rhody’s bridges and highways for, oh, let’s say, about four decades? What a lot of hot, compressed jackhammer air about nothing.
So what if a major span in Minnesota collapsed this past summer, killing a bunch of people and injuring even more? Don’t be a pansy, drive right over a Biggest Little bridge in that SUV, with your friends and family aboard. And just because a woman was killed by falling building materials when she and her husband were stupid enough to drive through a Big Dig tunnel, it doesn’t mean you should be concerned.
Well, forgive P+J if we are a tad worried.
Unlike Connecticut, where transportation official seem to actually adhere to the established and relevant safety protocols, our guardians took sub-par concrete at half price in some instances, as the Urinal’s Bruce Landis reported last Sunday.
Hey, remember, if a bridge falls down while you are on it, we got a real deal on the price, so quit your bellyaching.
Moody’s mood for junk
According to a Reuters’ report of a few weeks back, the senior unsecured debt of the Belo Corporation, owners of the mighty Other Paper, has been downgraded to Ba1 by Moody’s Investors Service.
Reuters helpfully explains that this is consistent with “junk territory,” and one level below investment grade. How did we know about this? We certainly didn’t read it in the BeloJo, and we didn’t hear it on local TV. Vincent “The Bud-I” Cianci, radio talk-show host, voracious news consumer, and a man not entirely unhappy to deliver bad news about the Biggest Little’s paper of record, had been making a point of letting all his radio listeners in on this.
The Bud-I exhibited his show-biz chops by taking this minor embarrassment and giving it a new coat of paint (bed music such as “Busted” by Ray Charles or Yip Harburg’s venerable crypto-socialist anthem, “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?”) to maximize the razz.