Monday, October 18, 2004

The Start of a Brand New Day

Citizens' Voice of the Day:

"I thought the article by Paul Shugar about the Red Sox was 100 percent right. His only mistake was that he should have written that they should take their uniforms off and we can give them some old clothes and they would fit in with the homeless at Higgs Beach. Sorry one of our own Key West boys is on that team. Maybe he will get traded next year."


Janet also thinks that the Red Sox are an unkempt lot, but they are our town team. I fell asleep in my high-back desk chair during the 8th inning, while the Sox were behind 4-3,. When I woke up at about 2:30 AM, the game was over and a rerun of The Practice was playing. A quick check online told the story of the 9th inning tie and 12th inning win, which must have occurred about an hour before I woke. It was nice, but the Sox need to be much better than they have been in the games played so far. Aah, wait 'til next year, we'll win it all then.

The caller speaks of Key West hometown Red Sox-er Bronson Arroyo sympathetically for having to play on such a team, though as I said yesterday, I'm not sure if Arroyo considers himself a Conch. Anyway, his one appearance in the ALCS on Saturday was not what you'd call a brilliant performance.

We had a normal weekend, that is, a Saturday and Sunday kind of weekend, for the first time in several months now that Janet is working at Albertson's. We capped it off with our usual Sunday night meal at Salsa Loca. I had Chimichangas de Camarones. They were, as usual, very good. Corey and Nancy are gearing up for Goombay and Fantasy Fest and they will no doubt be "slammed" given their location and reputation.

It's back to work day for both of us. Janet was out the door before 6:30, and I have a couple of important things to dispose of this morning before meeting Little Boy at the Coffee Plantation at 1:00. We're kicking off the English Grammar and Composition of his GED prep, him having finished up the Science prep portion in good time. We modified our meeting schedule to allow some time for him to use this iBook at his home (with me present) to compose some music on his big Yamaha keyboard synth. LB, Red and I have a proposal before the board of the Bahama Village Music Program to start and run a series of short seminars for the students and parents of the program, and for the general public on the parts of Music that extend beyond performance, which is the main thrust of the Program as it exists today.

I'm also going to finish up the minutes from the meeting of the Organizational Excellence sub-committee of the City's Strategic Planning Committee that I attended last Thursday. Committees, as you may know, are not the most efficient way of getting work done, but they can be effective in getting buy-in from a majority of the committee's members. Sometimes, committees come up with better ideas than could be generated otherwise, the result of the "group-think" mentality, what the Japanese in the heyday of the organizational improvement movement in the 80's and early 90's personified as "none of us is as smart as all of us". I was asked on Friday to consider facilitating a different sub-committee, the Economic Development one, as there is a need there. I told the caller that I would do so as an alternative to my current assignment, but not in addition to it. All work and no play, and all that.

By the way, the title above comes from Carl Peachey in his song, Brand New Day:


Cuban Johhny checks his lines
And walks on down the docks.
But everybody knows his name,
And everybody stops and talks.

Well they talk about the weather,
They talk about the fishin',
It's gettin' hard to make it pay.
Down at the end of the road.
It's the start of a brand new day.

Dancin' Jimmy went a little too far,
He can't drink in the bar no more.
But the music lives inside of him,
So he dances outside the door.

Don't you know he's doing so much better,
Since he found a place to stay.
Down at the end of the road,
It's the start of a brand new day.

Judy came from Southern Cal.
When Daddy went away.
Since then she had to find another pal,
But Daddy left her sittin' OK.

And the doctor says she's going to be alright
As long as she medicates.
Down at the end of the road,
It's the start of a brand new day.

They come from all around the world
To the Southernmost USA.
Some of them come to work
But mostly they come to play.
And it takes a whole lot of nothin'
To make you want to stay.
Down at the end of the road,
Down at the end of the road.

I've seen the people come and go,
I've listened to what they had to say.
I've wondered about the places they've come from,
And I've tried to second-guess their taste.
And I can tell you I've seen strange, strange things
Lookin' out from this doorway.

Down at the end of the road,
It's the start of a brand new day.
Down at the end of the road,
It's the start of a brand new day.

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