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A Cheesy Congratulations!

Congratulations! To Lovera’s Famous Italian Market in beautiful downtown Krebs, Oklahoma! Earlier this month, their handmade cheese won two awards at a national competition. In Wisconsin, of course – home of the self-proclaimed Green Bay Packers cheese-heads.

For those of you who haven’t sampled the Krebs cuisine, you’ve certainly missed some special dining. Pete’s Place is probably the best known of the Pittsburg County Italian restaurants located just east of McAlester. The Prichard family has been preparing Italian food and Choc beer since the early 1900s. The Lovera family has had a steady run with their Krebs food market as well, and their reputation seems to keep growing.

Ms Middleton of the Tulsa World featured the business in a Monday morning article.

Before reaching high school age, I was fortunate enough to attend a combined McAlester-Krebs school, where the middle-school-aged students were bused the three miles or so over to St. Josephs School. There, the cafeteria was staffed mainly by volunteer moms who whipped up lunches, Italian style. I’d had spaghetti before, of course – but it was courtesy of my dad and a can opener. This was something entirely different.

As is the case with a lot of things encountered in those early years, the special nature of those pans of fresh garlic bread and ravioli weren’t appreciated until years later. I guess I assumed every kid had the same sort of lunch program.

I suppose that’s where I got my kitchen start – as a tray-stacking, floor-sweeping, plate scraping volunteer. The way I figured it, it got me out of class a little early and I got to ease back into the post-lunch studies a little late. The kitchen activities didn’t strike me as work at all, and even provided a life changing event for me.

Part of my pre-serving duties was to get the little milk cartons organized to set them onto the trays as the kids passed down the serving line. One of the cooks (someone’s trickster Mom) said she thought one of the crates was full of cartons of spoiled milk. Maybe they were just beyond their “good until” date. Somehow it was suggested that someone needed to sample one to find out. I volunteered and pried open the waxy-paper flaps.

Didn’t even bother to take a sniff. I just tipped up and gulped down. You can’t truly appreciate a great spoiled milk until your mouth is full of it.

That was it for me and milk.

I kept it down, though, and survived the episode. Got a couple of laughs from those watching – you know – from that I-just-drank-spoiled-milk face pucker. After that day: Milk? Not so much. Actually, closer to never again.

Too many associated memories with that one.

But recalling the Italian food, remembering the Lovera market with its tastes and aromas – that’s different.

When so many family businesses have a difficult time through the generations and when small businesses in general have enough roadblocks to continued success, it’s nice to see one still plugging away.

And doing a great job of it.

You can visit Lovera’s and the Krebs Italian eateries by rolling down through Okmulgee or Muskogee (depending on your highway of choice) and crossing the highway on the east side of McAlester. Ninety minutes from Broken Arrow, or thereabouts.

When you find yourself in downtown Broken Arrow, come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main Street, Broken Arrow, OK!

Nyuk Nyuk. A funny thing happened…

Humor.

It’s a funny thing. And I mean that literally, but not completely. That’s because what one person sees as a real knee-slapper another person might find annoying.

Keystone cops. Three Stooges. Legends. Sure, but I don’t think I ever laughed once. Slapstick just isn’t my thing. I hear people laughing (probably pre-taped and added in post-production) on the Funny Home Videos show, but I usually just cringe. I feel horrible for those people who tumble off the stage, ride their skateboards into the sides of parked cars, or slide down the snow-covered hill into a crotch-killing signpost.

Why don’t I see the humor in that?

Same reason a comedian named Steven Wright bombed in Tulsa years ago. I’d seen him on the Tonight Show and laughed out loud. Rare stuff for me. He followed a manic, frantic, prop-using funnyman on stage. Steven Wright’s brand of humor was a little more cerebral. Not brainiac stuff, really. But his droll delivery combined with his off-the-wall observations worked for me. When I saw him, he looked just like he does in the accompanying image.

Example (delivered in a deadpan, straight-face): Went home last night. Accidentally put my car key in the door lock. Turned it and the house started. So… I took it for a drive around the block.

The club was called Jokers. I was one of the only ones in the audience that night that laughed out loud. A few minutes after his set, I glanced to the side and saw Mr. Wright standing next to me. I apologized for the crowd, and admitted that I thought he was hilarious. He thanked me for the support. He had heard my laugh in the otherwise private-conversation-invested audience.

The humor-spectrum is the reason that so many different types of comedians can find success. There are that many people who find the various routines hilarious.

Tonight, I laughed out loud. The television is on in the office while I do some bookwork. (Book store, bookwork: get it? Yuk-yuk-yuk! Puns… the humor genre universally considered unfunny.) The CBS program Elementary is showing and Sherlock Holmes (I can only watch television based on literary fiction. –Joking) responded to a question posed by his assistant Watson.

Holmes, describing a remodeled wall in a home: …and the decomposing body caused a concave bulge in the wallboard.

Watson: You’re sure his body was hidden behind the wall?

Holmes, looking hesitant: Pretty sure.

The camera jumps to the interior of the house, where a gaping hole has been punched in the sheetrock and a body-shaped black-plastic-wrapped package is clearly visible. And it’s clear that the answer Holmes gave was purposely-driven, perfectly-timed:

Understatement.

I laughed out loud.

Realized immediately, that – just like the Steven Wright portion of that night at the comedy club – I was probably not in the majority in enjoying that humor.

So, I’m sitting here thinking: It’s funny how humor is so funny. And its just as funny how some humor is not-so-funny.

Some serious thoughts, there.

Makes me laugh.

Come visit!

McHuston

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

An iCure for iSick iPads.

Somebody in my impressionable youth told me, “If you can’t fix it with a hammer, get a bigger hammer.” Amazingly enough, I’ve had that work for me on occasion.

Usually doesn’t have anything to do with delicate computer technology though. I’m not sure a bigger hammer would have brought my waterlogged cellphone back to life.

Imagine my surprise then, when I did a search on iPad troubleshooting. The symptoms? Where the screen should be displaying white, was a dull red. Not just backgrounds. The shades of white in photographs and other images were the wrong color too.

She admitted that she had dropped the iPad. It was kind of slippery, she said. It may have come out of her hands. Once.

This revelation is being shared – not as a public shaming for letting an iPad hit the ground – but as a tutorial on how the thing can be repaired.

With a hammer.

Actually, I didn’t take a hammer to it, but I probably would have if I’d had one handy. In this day and age, when we have trouble with something, the first thing we do is Google it. Which is exactly what I did.

Unbelievably, the search results brought up a string of conversations written by folks with the same glowing red iPad screens, all of whom admitted the tablet had been dropped. Not so unbelievably, many of them blamed the baby, a neighbor, or their mother-in-law.

Almost every posting was bragging about having repaired their iPad by:

SMACKING IT ON THE BACK.

I immediately had a mental image of a newborn iPad being readied for its journey into the great computer world and receiving that life-bringing Smack! Picked up the tablet and gave it a whack. Nothing. Whack. Nothing. Third whack. Nothing.

Back to YouTube. The image is of an actual video in which a successful computer repair person brought their sickly iPad back to health with a hammer. (If you can’t fix it with a hammer…) Picked up the iPad. No hammer at the ready, so I grabbed the salt shaker from the table. Tap. Tap. Double Tap. Nothing.

Back to YouTube. After rereading those really happy people who revived their beloved tablets with the Smack-Method, I thought I’d give it another try.

Baby slaps. SMACK.

Red gone. Color correct.

iPad: Back in business.

The moral here?

It would follow the lines of that bigger hammer thing, but would include some newborn slaps and a salt shaker – which sound kinda like a bad science fiction movie plot.

Always happy when things work out, however crazily!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main Street, Broken Arrow OK!

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