These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Monday, March 09, 2009

it ain't easy being me

i could have titled this entry, "i don't get no respect," but either way, it's the same thing, eh?

sunday night we watched a rodney dangerfield special called rodney dangerfield: it ain't easy being me.

the show featured dangerfield doing some standup and some vignettes concerning his love life, marriage, children. most of the show, though, dealt with comedians coming up on stage and doing their thing.

as the progressed i commented to dawn about how old the show might be. i didn't recognize the first few acts. then jerry seinfeld came on, looking young and daper. he was introduced as an up and coming comedian. we knew then that the show was pre- "seinfeld." sam kinison was on, too. so was robert townsend who was extremely funny.

near the end of the show, something clicked in my head. roseanne was playing dangerfield's wife in the vignettes. at the end of the show, dangerfield introduced each comedian then roseanne.

then it clicked. she asked to go up and do a little standup. when she did that i remembered i'd seen the show-- 20 years ago when i was in college. i watched it on hbo when i lived in the dorms. i remember laughing, though i'm sure the only comedian i knew was sam kinison. though, i don't find him amusing. but i knew roseanne from her show. and her standup cracked me up.

it's crazy how it's been that ong since i'd seen the show and only remembered it because of roseanne.

down to dowagiac

we went down to dowagiac this weekend. it's the second time we'd been down there. the first was for a few hours -- actually for dinner. we sawn nothing of the town really.

this time we went overnight. unfortunately, it rained all day and then again sunday. we only glimpsed some of the downtown in the afternoon in the rain.

still, we stopped in at a soda fountain kind of place. it's more than 80 years old, called caruso's. they still make sodas the old-fashioned way, with carbonated water and syrup. they sell candies behind a wall of glass and have some stools up by the counter where you can see how they make the drinks.

an interesting bit of info there was that the name fabiano was mentioned. we have the holland peanut store owned by teh fabiano family. there was a mention of a connection.

later that evening we went to teh indoor pool at the hotel. it was good and warm. dawn and i went into the hot tub. the water shooting out onto my back felt good. soon, denise's girls jumped in the pool. then other kids joined them. there were three birthday parties at thehotel that night. so the pool room was insanely loud. still, i managed to snooze ona pool chair for a bit. i think the hot tub relaxed me that much.

later we went to a place called wood fire. it's neat. the bar is nicely finished and the ceilings are high. in the middle of the place is a hole in the ceiling with a dangling elevator car type of thing. supposedly the car would be used to carry things upstirs and down to the cellar. it reminded me of the one at the drug store where tia mine worked. it was the same set up, with ropes used to pull the flat, wooden platform up to the top level or lower it into the basement. after some time it became dangerous and we never went on it again. the old ropes could have snapped.

it was a nice get away, if even for a 24-hour period.