Rare, Collectible, & Otherwise

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I’ve been framed! (Well, technically not me…)

As long as we’re sharing recently framed artwork (one of my FB friends recently posted an unusual find), here is my just-displayed project finished up ever-so-nicely by the Pro – Alisa, owner of the Rose District’s art gallery: Your Design.

Several years ago I was asked to find out some details about a fellow named Nils Thor Granlund. Part of a research project (I do contract research to help pay the bills (remember I’m a book dealer in an iPad world…). Granlund was a pioneer broadcaster who lived in New York City during the Roaring Twenties, at the time of the very first experimental radio broadcasting stations.

I had never heard of him.

Not much information could be easily found about him. That fact struck me as odd, since from all appearances he was quite famous in his heyday. I dug and dug, researched, wrote letters, copied from newspaper archives. Took over a year.

The research wound up as a biography, completed with pictures and footnotes (required by the publisher – a major pain). As part of the research, I ran across an eBay auction featuring a WWII era copy of Billboard Magazine with Granlund on the cover. Figuring there would be an article with some juicy insights, I bid it up enough to win it. (Broadcasting Magazine is still around, a trade magazine for the music and entertainment industry.)

Inside, on the table of contents page, was a little note to the effect that – on the cover was Nils Thor Granlund – currently extending his record run at the Florentine Gardens nightclub in Hollywood. Nada mas. Not even a little paragraph more. Oh, well.

I thought at the time that I ought to have the old magazine framed, and Lo! All these years later I finally carried it over to Ms. Inglett’s gallery (211 S. Main Street, in Broken Arrow’s Rose District). In truth, I thought the magazine looked pretty tacky, but since NTG (as he was popularly known at the time) was the subject of one of my books, I thought he deserved a spot on the shop wall.

Whoa!

Got the framed magazine back. The magazine is tacky no longer. The off-balance-out-of-whack front cover layout has been completely brought back into symmetry by Alisa’s artistic eye and framing skills. Some kind of magical scalpel-work on her part produced lines in the matboard that match the magazine. Unfortunately, my old phone-camera doesn’t do it much justice (you can click on it for a larger view), but the matboard art sets off the cover ink of the magazine, and it looks quite nice. Nah. It’s the Cat’s Pajamas, as Mr. Granlund would have put it, in his day.

Most importantly, I did not fall from the ladder while pounding the nail.

When I wrote the book, I had high hopes that I could rescue Mr. Granlund from his historical obscurity. Alas, the book sales did not accomplish that.

Perhaps the nicely framed magazine will have a greater impact regarding his fame.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Have a Heart!

There should be some smiles on Friday. And not just among those receiving the heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. Unless your shopping is done exclusively online, you’ve no doubt seen the all-green aisle featuring shamrocks and kiss-me-I’m-Irish stickers. It’s called the Seasonal section. And St. Paddy’s day is waaaaay next month.

Since the removal of the glitter and Christmas wrap, the seasonal aisle has been red-hot red with hearts and candy. Those stores are where some of the smiles will be found.

Any business selling those heart-shaped chocolate boxes will be ringing up sales on Valentines Day. Oh, there are some serious planners among the love-struck who have already made their purchases – but there will be plenty of shoppers who have just realized they are heading home to the better half empty-handed.

A marital no-no, as you know-know.

So expect some jam-ups at those retailers. Same thing with the card stores. Last minute Valentines are just fine, as long as they are hand-delivered. The post office will be a heartbreaker if you’re hoping to send that love missive cross-country (or even cross-town for that matter).

Here in the Rose District you’ll find a unique shop perfectly suited for Valentines Day. The sweets are hand-made daily at Nouveau – Atelier de Chocolat, an Old World Belgian chocolate shop that has plenty of special one-of-a-kind treats that will keep you out of a New World of hurt.

Of course, my neighbors at Star Jewelers have been busy for days. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Watch repairs are a guy’s distant acquaintance. There ought to be some smiles in the neighborhood on those counts.

Oh, and the flower shops. Nothing says “I Love You” like a dozen roses or a ribbon-wrapped arrangement. Nothing says “I enjoy your company occasionally” like a potted plant. Nothing says “I admire your gardening skills” like gift-tagged shrubbery. Now, there’s a smile, in spades.

Not to mention the restaurant trade (except I’ll be mentioning it in depth for this next paragraph, exclusively): According to the National Restaurant Association – those folks who are paid to lobby our elected officials on how to vote on dessert issues – Valentines Day is firmly entrenched in the top five Dining-Out days of the year. Here they are, according to 20 years of research by the NRA (not the rifle people). Mother’s Day remains the top holiday for dining out followed by Valentine’s Day, Father’s Day, New Year’s Eve, and Easter. (Personal note: I understand the top four on the list, but really… Easter? Was Grandma’s glazed ham so bad that dining out became a family tradition? Did someone misspell the occasion as EATER? And how come the Top-Eating-Holiday ever invented – Thankgiving – did not even make the list? Are you kidding? Really? We love to home-bake our turkeys.)

There will be some smiles around the tables – candlelit and otherwise – from both diners and those serving up love-on-a-plate. It’s all about impressing on Valentines Day, and that includes the tip. Servers love that. Servers work double shifts for that. Servers miss their own Valentines Day dinner for that.

So – Friday is smiles-all-round day.

Unless, like me, you’re among the Valentines Day challenged. (This blog is all about political correctness.) Some of us stop in the Rose District chocolate shop just to smell the rarified air, wishing there was a reason to buy a boxful, knowing that a least one or two will be shared after the gift-giving.

I’m thinking there should be a special occasion for those of us who think outside-the-chocolate-box. A date on which we could feel noticed and appreciated. A non-Valentines-Day day, if you will. But, not necessarily a day when a card or a flower arrangement purchase is required. A day that the rest of us could go out to a restaurant (but not necessarily feel pressured to look at the special meal menu prepared just-for-the-day’s event).

A day, perhaps, that we could recognize the importance of others in our lives, although flowers and potted plants wouldn’t have to figure into the equation.

Kind of a Not Valentines Day, for the rest of us.

Oh. Wait a minute. We already have that.

All the other days of the year.

In the words of that noted card-writer Ann Nonimus (in text printed over a talking bowling pin): You BOWL me over, Valentine!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Snow-Capped Cars Beware.

Maybe today will be the day. The afternoon that last week’s snow will finally melt from the top of the car.

I’ve been driving the Sherman-Tank van since turning an icy 180 in the Firebird – despite my cautious approach. The van just doesn’t do things like that. And with all the dire weather warnings, I’ve just been playing it safe.

Consequently, the car – parked in a spot that is always hidden from the sun – still has a good layer of snow.

They’re saying maybe mid-forties this afternoon, which might melt it. I can’t recall snow staying on the ground for this length of time in Oklahoma. Maybe that’s what caused some folks to forget how to drive.

This morning’s award goes to the fellow who pulled onto Elm in front of the oncoming traffic despite the rapid approach of the cars. (I was in the right-hand lane doing 45 – the posted limit. The cars in the left lane were passing me rapidly but had to hit the brakes.) He drove 35 or 40 mph for about a mile and then he suddenly sped up, whizzed past on the left, and then changed lanes in front of me.

Then slowed down to 35 or 40 again.

I hit the brakes.

He turned right on 91st without a turn signal, and then sped ahead in the right hand lane. I turned behind him and watched him speed away ahead of me while I stayed within the posted 40 mph limit. At Main Street, he suddenly swerved across my path and made a left-hand turn from the right-hand lane.

About thirty yards north of the intersection, he abruptly made a complete U-turn in the center of Main. I was turning as he rolled through a red light and turned right, back onto 91st.

I wanted to count up the number of traffic violations he’d managed in the course of a mile or so, but it was way too early, too cold, and too common in Broken Arrow to make note of.

Except I just did, I guess.

Oops.

Be careful out there, and take advantage of the forty-degree heat wave. Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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