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Ocean State south

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Forgot to post this, especially for any Rhode Island Sparkers out there. You're a small state with a complicated coastline that seems the equal of Florida's in length, so you deserve a shout out.

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A deli isn’t always a deli. Sometimes it’s a shape-shifting roadshow with New England fair food and its own troupe of troubadours.

Your first hint that this deli with the Boar’s Head sign has morphed, almost in spite of itself, into something unique is a wrought-iron patio set and potted succulents placed artistically out front for sale. Still thinking you’ll just go in and take a number at the counter--for a Reuben and a half-sour perhaps--you instead step into a Caribbean breeze.

Soft calypso is being played by Trinidadian Sylbert Jackson-Smith (Smitty), who runs Saturday’s open mic here.

Also in the house: the Guitar Army, an eclectic community of acoustic musicians who encamp here when not playing Gilchrist Park Thursday nights. Canadian Marc Ballesteros, card-carrying member of the Army, showed up one day, got talking with co-owner Lisa Vale about music, and next thing she knew, all these musicians flocked in for lunch and kept coming back to play.

“I mean, I like music, but I always thought I’d be doing an Italian restaurant,” Lisa admits, bemused.

Where you least expect it, is a coffeehouse--painted warm bistro earth tones, musical paraphernalia hanging on the wall, striped café curtains that a customer sewed for free from a bolt of yard-sale fabric, and salty Rhode Island accents rolling off the tongues of staff and customers.

One patron yells, “Hey Joe Walsh!” to co-owner Randy. “He looks just like Joe Walsh, the rock stah. I just gut in lahst night from the Carolinizz, had an ice stawm, lost powah for fo-ah days. How ya doin’--aright?”

This place could be called RI’s, not RJ’s, but its name comes from Randy Jr., not his home state.

Half the year, a box trailer sits contentedly out back, frying up such delectables as clam cakes--Rhode Island’s cornmeal/clam take on the hush puppy, best when dunked in chowder.

Order some while you can, before Randy and that trailer rumble away like the circus, from May through October, to crank open their yellow awning at big New England fairs. The awning opens over the Charlestown, RI, Seafood Festival, where the dress code requires lobster attire, from red antenna-waving headgear to full-on clawed costumes; the Deerfield Fair’s cattle pulls, pig scrambles, and Flying Wallendas; and that mile-long flea fest near Sturbridge, MA, the Brimfield Antique Show.

When they ask, “What do you do when Randy’s gone half the year?” Lisa laughs, “It’s great! No cluttah problem. Pah-TAY!” But she also takes RJ’s helm offseason, keeping only slightly different hours.

Lisa’s coffee-brown curls spill out of a fisherman’s cap as she strides around waiting tables, greeting everyone like old friends with her broad Ocean State accent. She never waitressed before, and she’s “still to this day not a tray carrier,” but she loved cooking at home. Her mother, sisters, girlfriends remember the stuff they made when they were kids--potato and chicken salads, sheet pan pizza. Lisa’s mom, Margie, going on 89, shared all her recipes.

“Now we tell her, ‘Oh that chowdah, oh that pizza! Mahgie’s recipes are famous now!’”

  
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TINKERBELL200 4/17/2014 7:10PM

    Yum I want some chowdah! Sounds like a fun place, kinda down to earth! It sounds like you enjoy it!

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_LINDA 4/17/2014 5:12PM

    Another charming find! Enjoyed reading about it!!

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MORTICIAADDAMS 4/17/2014 5:09PM

    It doesn't sound like any of the delis I've been to. LOL.

Boar's Head is a popular name in Florida. I went to a Boar's Head Restaurant there years ago. It was unique also.

I love wrought iron patio sets and succulents. Love Calypso music and love listening to Trinidadians talk.

It's funny that snowbirds from other states seem to find each other and congregate. I wonder if there is an Illinois hang out.

Never had clams. Never had chowder. Potato salad and chicken salad and pizza I love though. LOL.

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BETHGILLIGAN 4/17/2014 4:10PM

    Oh, I like this place, too!!

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GINIEMIE 4/17/2014 10:39AM

    Suzy, sounds like a great place to visit-especially in the winter.
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68ANNE 4/16/2014 9:17PM

    oh I would love to see full lobster attire

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JANTHEBLONDE 4/16/2014 4:57PM

    Thanks for sharing! Sounds like a wonderful place! Sending you lots of hugs!
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WAY2GOCAT 4/16/2014 3:45PM

    Hugs and blessings!

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CHOCOHIPPO 4/16/2014 11:03AM

    Sounds like a fun place!

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What got Doxie

Monday, April 07, 2014

For any of you living in the Gulf Coast area, beware of the walking stick bug, also called the "stick bug." Our regular vet is fairly certain that's what got Doxie. These three-inch-long sticklike bugs are very hard to spot, but when threatened, they shoot out a caustic acid that should be flushed out immediately by human or dog owner, or it will cause a corneal burn. The vet shared with me an article that described a situation almost exactly like Doxie's. Dog yelps, rubs face, then hours later has an eye swollen shut.

He has her on new medications and is hopeful it will heal because, though widespread, it's superficial. Fingers crossed!

Both patients are on pain meds, but only one of them can eat crunchy food.

  
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CHOCOHIPPO 4/8/2014 8:53PM

    How are the patients doing now?

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RD03875 4/8/2014 3:52AM

    Poor puppy, hope she feels better soon! And Bill too

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NEW-CAZ 4/8/2014 2:32AM

    OMG never heard of them!
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BETHGILLIGAN 4/7/2014 9:08PM

    Like JOYINKY, I thought praying mantis and walking stick were the same. Learned something new. Hopefully, she will mend quickly!! Hope Bill is doing well. You're probably exhausted! emoticon

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JOYINKY 4/7/2014 9:00PM

    Well this sent me to research! I thought walking sticks and praying mantis were the same, or varieties of the same bug. Not so. Xena has caught praying mantis and brought them in the house. I just release them back to the garden. They sure look more fierce than a walking stick. I never would have suspected the walking stick as a problem insect! Thanks! Now, get Bill a milkshake, spoon, no straws! I hope both patients feel better soon.

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GINIEMIE 4/7/2014 8:57PM

    My Steve had a gazillion reasons why our children couldn't have a pet in Florida. I wonder if he knew about that one.
Hope Bill and Doxie will be feeling better soon and that they will both be able to enjoy appropriate menus.

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JANTHEBLONDE 4/7/2014 8:55PM

    On my gosh! I've never heard of those kind of bugs before! I hope Doxie gets better soon!
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TINKERBELL200 4/7/2014 7:03PM

    The crunchy food patient must be Doxie. Here's hoping that eye will heal quickly. I never knew that the walking stick could cause that much damage. Poor baby, you know it had to hurt. Big hugs for Doxie and Bill. Hopefully Bill will be a good patient too!

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_LINDA 4/7/2014 6:53PM

    Yikes! Nasty bug! Poor Doxie! Hmmm. I could live on a pasta and smoothie diet ;)

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VEENAS1 4/7/2014 6:10PM

    I hope Doxie and Bill make a complete recovery.

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PEWTERBUNNY 4/7/2014 5:49PM

    I had no idea1 Thought they were harmless! Hope Doxie gets to feeling better.

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MORTICIAADDAMS 4/7/2014 5:36PM

    LOL.

I think I would do a little bug culling in this case. See if the bug is still around and get rid of it and any others in the area.

Poor babies. I hate to see anyone suffer. I hope they have a speedy recovery.

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GABY1948 4/7/2014 5:25PM

    Awwwww...take good care of both your babies, Suz! I hope Doxie heals just fine!

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Nurse Suzy

Sunday, April 06, 2014

"Yipe!" said Doxie, while nosing around our tree, and at once threw her face on the ground and began rubbing it. I checked it carefully, couldn't see anything, and she subsided with the rubbing. So I figured whatever it was would work its way out.

By evening, her eye was weeping. I gave her hot compresses, which she gratefully accepted. Good girl.

This morning, the whole thing was swollen shut, and she was kicking and scratching at it. So, enough. Time for the emergency vet, a trip that I expect will cost as much as a short vacation. But, Sunday or no Sunday, I'm not messing with possible infection. Off we went, leaving Sister Roly home with Bill and praying there will be no pitbulls in the waiting room with torn ears hanging from their heads after the Saturday night fights.

All was quiet. Everyone was a delight. Doxie behaved herself like an angel in the absence of her sister to give her courage.

But it seems she has a severely ulcerated cornea and will be on an aggressive course of eyedrops and ointment every few hours. Not to mention the Cone. Bless her heart, she has gotten used to it quickly--maybe because it frightens her sister like nobody's business.

Tomorrow Bill goes in for major dental surgery in preparation for a nice set of new teeth. He's on his own! emoticon

  
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NOTFATCAT 4/7/2014 5:15PM

    Sorry to hear about both. Hope the eye and the mouth get well soon.
Keep your spirits high!

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GINIEMIE 4/7/2014 3:59PM

    Poor Doxie, and poor Bill! I hope Bill does well and gets a wee bit of sympathy from Nurse Suzy. I know Doxie is getting plenty.
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RWETHAIRYET 4/7/2014 8:03AM

    Ha ha, poor Bill! We see how it is!
Hope poor Doxie recovers quickly.

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GABY1948 4/7/2014 8:01AM

    So glad you too Doxie to the doc. Take good care of that baby! Oh, and hope Bill fares well too!

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_LINDA 4/7/2014 12:53AM

    Poor Doxie :( May she feel better soon! Poor Bill! That sounds especially painful :P Hopefully he will be as good as a patient as Doxie ;)
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FIT4MEIN2013 4/6/2014 10:20PM

    LOL! You sound like me; take care of the innocent critters and the man can buck up!

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68ANNE 4/6/2014 9:59PM

    Poor Bill . . . lol
Good thing you are quick with Doxie

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BETHGILLIGAN 4/6/2014 7:42PM

    Poor Doxie! I hope her eye clears up soon!! Poor Bill! My brother had that done a couple of years ago. They put the teeth in immediately and he did fine! Good luck to you!

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TINKERBELL200 4/6/2014 7:08PM

    Poor Doxie, what happened? Did something sting her eye? Prayers for Doxie and Bill, for a speedy recovery.

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CHOCOHIPPO 4/6/2014 6:15PM

    Poor Doxie. Hope she heals quickly. Hope Bill does too.

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MORTICIAADDAMS 4/6/2014 2:30PM

    Poor little Doxie. I wonder what got her eye. I would see if there is something around that tree which could be a problem.

Poor Bill. I went through that with Benny and really felt sorry for him. Not a pleasant experience. He lived on smooth peanut butter. His doctor is one of the ones who doesn't put in teeth until the gums are healed. He said people have less trouble that way and Benny has done well. He just has uppers.

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JOYINKY 4/6/2014 2:13PM

    Glad you took her in; obviously a good decision. You're not kidding us-----WE KNOW Bill's not on his own! emoticon No fun though, I hope his surgery goes well and mends well. Hang in there Nurse Suzy!

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JANEDOE12345 4/6/2014 1:58PM

    I hope by now she has recovered. Poor animals can be so afraid of cones & drops & funny smells from the meds. Your nursing skill is an unsung talent that Doxie surely appreciates. Wonder how Bill is doing.

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NEW-CAZ 4/6/2014 12:56PM

    I hope she's better soon Suz.
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JANTHEBLONDE 4/6/2014 12:17PM

    So sorry to hear about Doxie! I hope she feels better soon! Thanks for sharing! I hope you have a wonderful day!
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Hey, This Is Florida

Friday, April 04, 2014

If you tell them you’re going to Englewoods on Dearborn (henceforth EoD) for the first time, friends will feel compelled to tip you off: “Don’t stop at the front. Keep going, all the way to the back.”

They needn’t worry. If the jamming of The Copperhead Band covering ZZ Top’s “La Grange” and the twinkling banyan tree lights don’t seduce you into the way-back courtyard, someone will surely grab your hand and seal the deal. “Aren’t you gonna come in and dance with me?” a delightful woman will plead, her eyes aglow with wine.

Approach most restaurants at the height of season without a reservation, and you won’t get in the door. You consider telling the hostess, “Oh, we’re joining someone. They’re right in … oh … there!” Then you’ll go in and approach the first table with enough empty seats.

“We’re real hungry, but we don’t want to wait. Okay if we join you?”

It could work, right? Hey, this is Florida.

In the warm camaraderie of EoD’s bar, you can just say, “Is somebody sitting here?” and you’re good to go.

There are, in fact, two empty barstools. Two local Englewood gals perch nearby, sipping Chardonnays and sharing intimacies about taking their respective relationships to the next level. It took one of them no time at all to find EoD, after having lived here only a week. With hot music events like the Blues Under the Stars series, how can anyone stay away?

This band is now so loud we have to use sign language to convey how long we’ve all lived here. Then the music stops, but our volume doesn’t. “This place is CHEAP! Boy is this a lot of vodka!” your faithful correspondent blares.

“This is the best music in five counties!” hollers Paul from Weymouth, who has lived here for 40 years and therefore must know.

Co-owner Tony Hollinger strolls about in a dashingly dark shirt and black fedora (“Like Frank Sinatra, you know?”), courting newcomers and regulars. If he strolls out of sight, his bright-eyed wife, hostess Merrill, always knows he’s around if he leaves evidence sitting on the bar: the signature hat, a lit cigarette, and his favorite drink, a vodka-cranberry concoction which inspired EoD’s sparkly pink martini logo.

Tony got his start at age six, scooping ice cream at his parents’ tavern in Gallneukirchen, an Austrian village north of the Danube. His first restaurant was Café-Bar Vehikel, directly south in Enns.

Tony came to America—in particular, Englewood, Florida--because he flat-out loves it here. He won’t even listen to someone who suggests it might be a bit nicer in Germany or Canada. As a result, the only Austrian dishes on the menu are his Mama’s secret recipes for a three-hour-stewed goulash, red cabbage, and schnitzel.

The guy became so entranced with Route 66 that he took a 40th-birthday road trip on it. He and Merrill were married by an Elvis in Las Vegas. With all that and a Sinatra hat, too, how can you get more American?

Ten years ago, all Tony wanted here was a “little bar.” The original building held an emporium of 11 shops with an ice cream place. Merrill can’t wait to get rid of the old Emporium Hand-Dipped Ice Cream sign hanging out front.

“We almost got divorced over that ice cream. Tony says, ‘I been doing ice cream since I was six, and I’m never doing it again!’ We’d have lines out the door, and he’d just refuse to scoop it.”

It’s different now. A little bar, Tony? This place has three. And the New Orleans–Key West vibe of EoD couldn’t be further removed, geographically or psychically, from Austria.

This is Florida, after all.

  
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RWETHAIRYET 4/7/2014 7:57AM

    Sounds like a fun place.

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CHOCOHIPPO 4/6/2014 5:40PM

    The way you write, I can so easily picture the bar. I love it!

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GINIEMIE 4/5/2014 10:58AM

    Suzy,
To each his/her own, I won't be visiting this place for various reasons already mentioned by others. I don't do cigarettes-I need to breathe and I don't generally hangout in bars. The guy and his wife sound interesting and might be fun to meet-w/o cigarettes of course.
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BETHGILLIGAN 4/5/2014 9:20AM

    Great blog! Sort of reminded me of some places in Key West.

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_LINDA 4/4/2014 9:06PM

    Very interesting as usual! Absolutely love ZZ Top! But if Florida allows smoking in these places, that is a real shame :(

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JOYINKY 4/4/2014 7:17PM

    Very inviting! Thanks for sharing. :)

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GABY1948 4/4/2014 5:39PM

    Another SUPER blog, Suzy! You make me want to VISIT...that's how writing should be!

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OVERACTIVEELBOW 4/4/2014 2:42PM

    interesting

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MORTICIAADDAMS 4/4/2014 2:32PM

    I really like the name of the this place and the tacky logo and the twinkling banyan lights. I love pink, although the thought of martinis or cranberries with vodka is kinda gross to me. The only thing I want out of a martini is the olive. LOL. Cranberries are something I eat once a year - my own - certainly not the canned stuff. In my opinion. Vodka is akin to kerosene. No can do. LOL.

The Copperhead Band I'm not sure about either due to the name. I don't like snakes and have been petrified of copperheads since childhood. l guess a band named Bunnies doesn't sound as manly and thrilling. LOL. I do like ZZ Top though.

I'm kind of afraid of female, wine-saturated, dance sirens too and I know Benny is. LOL.

I had no idea that people still actually wore fedoras. For some reason it reminds me of Miami. LOL. I guess I'm one of the few people who doesn't understand the love of Sinatra. I'm sure someone will want to string me up for it. I love Nat King Cole, love Johnny Mathis, love Dean Martin, love Mario Lanza, love Andy Williams, love Julio Iglesias, love Charles Aznavour, love Tony Bennett, and really, really, really love Bing and Perry Como, despite Perry's goofy cardigans but Frank doesn't do a thing for me.

The owner's lit ciggy? Ewww!! Yuck!!

I've always wondered about people who would get married by an Elvis. Good singer but a freak otherwise.

The food sounds really good unless it has sour cream in it. I hate the stuff.

I agree with the owner dude about Florida. I have always loved it too and am sure I would love it more than Canada and Austria. I know Austria is one of the most beautiful countries in the world but I would still choose Florida. I also agree about his love of Route 66 and I did the road trip too with family back in it's heyday. It was all that.

I have to be mad at a guy though who won't serve hand dipped ice cream, which I adore. His wife was right. Given a choice of a bar or hand dipped ice cream I will choose ice cream every time.

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BROOKLYN_BORN 4/4/2014 1:50PM

    If I decided to visit a bar, your review would make me want to go there.
Well, at least until I encountered the "lit cigarette." Different rules in FL, I guess.
Nice work, as usual.

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Don't wave at the blind guy

Saturday, March 29, 2014

The neighbors tell me I should join the Neighborhood Watch. They see me walking up and down the streets, five miles every single day, more than the local sheriff drives around here. I sure couldn’t have done this all year in New Hampshire.

I still haven’t joined. Mind you, I don’t have anything against Neighborhood Watches. They’re great. They give the neighbors something to do, they sometimes throw parties with pizza and special guest speakers (i.e., local sheriff), they keep your home safe from vandals, and, at least in our neighborhood, they give you a lovely banner to hang out front—like the fire brigade signs that told colonial volunteers that a house was “insured.” We don’t have one.

I figure, if I see a truck pull up to my neighbor’s house and start uploading appliances, or vice versa, one of us will speak up about it. Or if a nice, buff young man with a Vermont license plate and a professional business logo on his truck moves into the rental property next door, I’ll go over and introduce myself. With homemade cookies. The neighborhood watch lady across the street, somehow taking him to be a squatter, instead calls the cops. Another neighborhood watch lady takes it upon herself to swat our lawn guy’s truck with a rolled-up newspaper, perhaps thinking this might compel him to move it. When she escalates to threatening him with the cops, he pulls out his badge and calmly points out, “I AM the cops, ma’am.” Like everything else, too much of a good thing can come back to bite you.

While walking around the neighborhood, I’ve developed a technique I call “the wave,” which is almost always a good thing. Oncoming cars usually pull nicely out of your way when you’re walking—often to an extreme, in my opinion. How big am I, anyway? Do you really have to pull way over to the far side, endangering opposing traffic, to make room for my bulk? Well, if so, you oncoming cars deserve an appreciative thank-you wave.

There are several varieties of waves with which I entertain myself. Doesn’t matter whether I know the driver, nor whether they wave back—though I’m disappointed when they don’t.

There’s the Parade Wave, that slow, open-palmed, side-to-side maneuver used by the Grand Marshal or the Little Mermaid atop an “Under the Sea” float. I feel like Margaret Thatcher doing that one.

And there’s the Waggle, a girlie little “toodle-oo” gesture.

Any variation on the Lefty always feels awkward, like I’m giving someone a less-than-upfront wave.

The Flagman, an open hand on a forearm raised straight up from the elbow, is usually reserved for pickup truck drivers.

The friendliest wave of all is the Fast Parade Wave—wavey, wave, wave, wave, I know you alright, glad to see ya!

I’ve tried combining them just for giggles. The Parade Wave–Waggle takes way too much energy and ends up looking like you’re sprinkling pixie dust. The Flagman-Waggle is too coy. The Lefty–Fast Parade Wave is likely to dislocate your shoulder if you’re not careful with it.

And sometimes a wave won’t suffice. There are neighbors out walking, too, who expect more than just a wave. You’ve also got to SAY something to them, along the lines of “Good morning” or “How ya doin’?” Except if you know they’re deaf as a stump. Then you can get away with a wave and a lip-sync. It’s easier than hollering, that’s for sure.

If they’re on a bike, a wave will usually do, because they will have whooshed past you before your words register, and you really oughtn’t to distract them anyhow.

Once Bill and I were out walking together, past a porch where this guy sat out every morning, basking in the sunshine. Bill, who doesn’t know the neighbors as well as I do, waved. I had to whisper, “Don’t waste the wave. He’s blind.”

  
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TINKERBELL200 4/7/2014 7:09PM

    As usual I enjoyed your story! What's wrong with pixie dust anyway? LOL! You are by far not big! You may be tall but not wide! I wave to my neighbors too. You had me going there until the end on how the blind man was the title. That sounds like something I would do! Loved the story Suzy. It was great!

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PEWTERBUNNY 4/7/2014 6:16PM

    You're hilarious.

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SCOOTER4263 3/31/2014 6:41PM

    Very nice wave descriptions. I had to do each one in turn, and yopu were right on the money every time. emoticon

(I can't believe LInda and I were the only ones to use this emoticon.)

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MORTICIAADDAMS 3/30/2014 9:28PM

    We have a neighborhood watch here too!!! I tend to think that they probably differ a lot depending on the region of the country. While yours sounds more like the nosy neighborhood watch around here our members are mostly greasy, stinky, cro-magnon males who drive around in pick-ups with loaded assault rifles. They don't have any pizza and the sheriff pretty much is afraid of them like everyone else. They usually have a dead carcass in the back and a lot of stickers on their muddy off-road jacked-up trucks referring to the NRA, assorted male sports always associated with killing some kind of animal, and slogans about prying guns out of their cold dead hands. There is occasionally a woman involved. "She" usually has only one good eye and has hobbies like taxidermy, corn-holing (of all types), and anhydrous ammonia tank hijacking. Our neighborhood watch guys and gals get the signs too but you can pretty much tell where they live without the signs as their homes have a lot in common - a personal salvage yard, at least one old toilet in the front yard, and a For Sale with 3 bald tires below it or a string of hundred year old Christmas lights. We don't practice waving here. We don't even make eye contact. Should the neighborhood watch crew drive down our road the appropriate response is to jump in the ditch and hope they are not in the mood for "sport". That could mean practically anything. I'm sure you've seen Deliverance.

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BETHGILLIGAN 3/30/2014 9:10AM

    Great blog! Made me wish I could get outside to walk and wave!! LOL

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GRAMMYEAC 3/30/2014 6:35AM

    I'm usually on the inside looking out. I have the "fingers up- palm on wheel" down pat. Sometimes I use the Flagman for folks I know well if I'm in a wide open place on the road.

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JOYINKY 3/29/2014 11:53PM

    Fun read! I smile and nod; Sugar waves! emoticon

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CHOCOHIPPO 3/29/2014 10:57PM

    People tend to be really nice to the walking community.

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MERRYMARY42 3/29/2014 7:57PM

    I live in a suburb of Los Angeles, but I am still small town, and wave and howdy to everyone, and after a few days, I find they get friendly to me also, if they are a walker like I am.

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ALPHAPREP 3/29/2014 7:20PM

    Wonderful :)

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68ANNE 3/29/2014 6:54PM

    Awesome

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GABY1948 3/29/2014 6:25PM

    Your blogs are SO emoticon ! I absolutely always SEE what you are writing! How I wish I was there to go wave-walking with you!

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SUNNYBEACHGIRL 3/29/2014 2:29PM

    Great blog

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NEW-CAZ 3/29/2014 1:46PM

    emoticon blog, love it!

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GINIEMIE 3/29/2014 1:37PM

    Oh, what the hay, wave or call out to the blind man. Someone will tell him people are waving to him. Makes his day one way(how nice) or another(are they nuts I can't see, chuckle). Or just say Hello to the blind man and introduce yourselves, he may appreciate your generous gesture.
We wave a lot in out neighborhood, sometimes we just stare too. No neighborhood watch, but the lady across the street knows who's coming and going.
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IMUSTLOSEIT1 3/29/2014 12:20PM

    Great blog, I wave at everyone, live in a small community and if you don't wave someone might think you are snubbing them.

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TRAVELGO 3/29/2014 11:35AM

  Great blog!!!

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_LINDA 3/29/2014 11:30AM

    emoticon emoticon Love it!

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BROOKLYN_BORN 3/29/2014 10:56AM

    I learned the "southern wave" after my "don't make eye contact" upbringing.
There's a special wave on my narrow rural road which I reserve for speeding vehicles who seem determined to run me into a ditch. When I walk, I carry a large cane. I give them a wave with that and they give me some extra room. I'd like to think it helps them to see me, but more likely they don't want to scratch their truck/car if they sideswipe me.

As for Neighborhood Watch, it can be a good thing, although some events in your state indicate it can get out of hand too. Someone needs to be in charge of who's doing the watching.

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NANCYPAT1 3/29/2014 10:31AM

    Heck, I am in a rural neighborhood and I wave to everyone - blind or not - visible or not (they might be inside and not see it but in case I didn't see them, and they saw me, I still look like I thought of them) I love the friendliness of the waves. Thanks for sharing your WAVE tale with all its variations.

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AZMOMXTWO 3/29/2014 10:27AM

  great blog it was fun to read

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DNRAE1 3/29/2014 10:21AM

    Great blog! You gave me a good chuckle this morning.

I drive a narrow canyon to and from work each day, and there are lots of waves. I've gotten the "raise the fingers off the steering wheel" one down pat! Any more than that and I risk going into the creek! emoticon

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JLAMING263 3/29/2014 10:20AM

    Service that is given begrudgingly is a waist to oneself.

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