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Writers. A bunch written.

Today’s entry is literary. That is to say, it has to do with writing. Not literary writers, necessarily. Not authors.

Writers.

There are plenty of them out there that have nothing to do with books or publishing or creating a leather-bound legacy that might one day become the Great American Novel.

I’m talking commercials, here.

As in: TV.

Unfortunately (for the writers) the general public is widely unaware of who is behind the good (and the bad). Right now, I’m thinking about the new spot for 7*Up Ten, a reduced calorie soft drink that is being sold despite the failure of the factory chemists to eliminate those last nine pesky calories. Okay. I can try it over my One-Calorie soft drink. I’ll burn those other nine calories off somewhere. Maybe I can do it while yawning.

The commercial has Mom and Dad fawning over their purchase of a box of 7*Up Ten, the Most-Amazing-Thing-They-Have-Ever-Seen. In the background, their little baby is moonwalking, doing hand-stands, and You-Think-You-Can-Dance-Level dancing.

I don’t laugh out loud, which is probably the result of my upbringing. When I saw this spot on TV, I almost did. To keep it in perspective, I almost laughed out loud at the chase scene in the action-adventure movie The Package, starring Jason Statham. He was chasing a car through an unfamiliar area while riding a little bicycle. He managed to smash it through a glass door and time it perfectly to crash into the driver’s seat of his stolen car. Bravo. (Chuckle.)

There are others, like the Allstate ads. These aren’t knee-slappers, exactly. No slapstick humor here. Strictly situational. Maybe you’ve seen the one with the Allstate Mayhem Man appearing as a rambunctious toddler in the back seat, yelling – mommy.

“Mommy!” he shouts. “MommyMommyMommy!”

He pulls a drink from his sippy-cup and yells again.

Mommmmmyeeeee!

There are things thrown – maybe Cheerios. All accompanied by the continued shouts:

Mommmmyeeee!

No doubt, it’s just me. But I can easily envision the energetic child behind that Allstate Mayhem Man. In another ad, he disguises himself as a college flag, and as a poorly-installed TV satellite dish in another. Still, he’s the Mayhem Man. Those writers are hitting more than they are missing. The kid-in-the-backseat-of-the-minivan commercial works for me everytime.

Some are the result of writing-teams. Others are solo-shots. Unfortunately, there isn’t really a front-and-center Award Show Recognition like the Emmys or the Grammys or the Oscars that gives credit to these writers. I’m not sure about the category specifics, but there ought to be some publicity for those behind Seven*Up Ten, the Allstate ads, and the like. Some local groups give out “Addys” to winning commercials, but there is no Oscar-scale presentation.

As many commercials as we are exposed to, you’d think someone would sponsor a show.

And run commercials throughout.

The big time. Right here.

Today, through the magic of the internet, we go behind the scenes of the making of a television commercial. Pretty literally, in fact. From here, I can see the back of the guitar player and the man on the stand-up base, picking and grinning from the beds of two pickup trucks.

Pineapple Advertising, a neighbor of McHuston Booksellers with offices above the Main Street Tavern, is behind the production, which has blocked off the street from Commercial to the next intersection.

We’ve got folks out in the street with power washers, shining up the vehicles for the ad, extras are milling around waiting for their cue to queue – so to speak. I overheard someone talking to the supervising police officer.

“I’m running the show here,” said the fellow running the show.

“I’m running you in,” replied the officer. “You need a permit for this stuff.” (Just kidding, that last part.)

Compared to some of the events (like several recent parades) that result in the barricading of Main, this one has had some advance notice. I’ve gotten a couple of email reminders and a pop-in visit from the folks at Economic Development (that’s probably not the correct name for their office, but it seems like that’s what they do). I still forgot until I saw the Road Closed sign go up in front of the Tavern.

It isn’t necessarily good for business here, as parking becomes a premium when the spaces are blocked down the street, but I like the fact that an ad-man wants to use the Rose District as a back drop for a car ad. Even if none of the businesses are visible, it’s nice that Broken Arrow offers the sort of cooperation that will allow the closing of a major street for a film production.

A couple of cars had to divert around the block, but it seems a minor inconvenience to allow the crew to work.

The weather cooperated, sunshine-wise. It’s a little breezy, but no one seems to be complaining.

Yes, I went out and rubbernecked. Sat on the bench in front of the store sipping a sarsaparilla and giving the entire operation the once-over. I call it supervising. Others see it as goofing-off.

Life is good in the fast lane of the book business.

Second helpings of a good thing…

Better the second day? That’s what several guests have told me about their home-cooked stews. What about stew-reviews?

Maybe not better, but getting a second helping of Mr Cherry’s restaurant review tastes pretty good this morning. Since I usually miss the paper on Sunday, I didn’t realize that he has a regular “Second Helpings” column that recaps the columns in the Weekend section of Thursday’s paper.

It was equally fitting that the Irish Stew headline appears in the St. Paddy’s Day edition of the Tulsa World. If you missed the review, you can click on the image to read the recap.

I have mixed feelings about this year’s celebration. In the past, when St. Patrick’s falls on a Sunday, it became a weekend event that kicked off Friday evening and ran through Sunday afternoon.

On the one hand, I love the St. Paddy’s party, the wearing o’ the kilt, the Irish music, parading bagpipers, and – of course – the green beer. On the other hand, running the shop as a one-man-band makes those sorts of things a little tough. The telephone rang just now. Another caller wondering if I’m open and selling corned beef and cabbage.

Nope, sorry. Closed on Sunday, trying to get restocked for next week.

My plan at this point, is to plan for next year.

When I was younger, I often jumped into the middle of things, figuring I could talk or work my way out of whatever outcome resulted. There is some fearlessness in an attitude like that. I’m old enough now to realize that fearlessness isn’t always a virtue. I’m not encouraging caution, just recommending solid planning.

Wouldn’t want to throw a haphazard party and have it go off badly.

The shop is still on track, with long-term plans in mind and a definitive picture of the end result. It’s a step by step project. I don’t have a committee to consult or a project team to assign tasks for carrying out. It’s more a matter of trudging my way along the business roadmap, marking off the miles, and stopping at scenic turnouts when necessary.

There will be some corned beef orders tomorrow, I know. Some guests are more interested in the spirit (and the flavor) than green beer on the actual day. I’m okay with that.

But it won’t be leftovers or second-day Irish stew. After the hectic schedule last week, the pantry was nearly empty by the week’s end. The potatoes and onions are laid in now, though – and the Irish fare tomorrow will be freshly made, as always.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main, Broken Arrow OK
918-258-3301

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