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The Salad Days

I don’t remember the glasses or the grey in his beard, but the smile is all-too-familiar. It’s a nice article in today’s Tulsa World about Chef Kenny Wagoner and the nice work he’s doing at the Cancer Treatment Center. Several photos accompany the story, including his smiling portrait and some pretty menu offerings.

The sight of him at the grill brings back memories, too. He offered a similar grilled vegetable side when he was running the kitchen at Paddy’s Irish. Some of you will recall the place – a fixture for years at 81st and Memorial in Tulsa. I was working there as a line cook learning the restaurant business before I jumped into ownership. Ended up buying Paddy’s.

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Given that our restaurant today is situated in a bookstore, it should come as no surprise that we had a literate kitchen at Paddy’s. Even our dishwasher had a degree from the University of Oklahoma. While whipping up Grilled Salmon or Rueben sandwiches, the talk in the kitchen might be medieval history or some such.

And fiction.

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It pleased me to note in the World’s article that Chef Kenny is still tackling some of our favorite authors. Back in the day, we were reading Ken Follett’s Pillars of the Earth, which is one of the five books I allow myself to keep. (I am a book seller, after all.) I had a beautiful first edition that I made the mistake of placing a price tag on. It sold. My replacement copy is nice, but not nearly as the one that left the shop with a new owner.

Click on the link here to read the World’s article about Chef Kenny and to view the images of the beautiful food he is still creating. I have to say, I was always proud to carry out his dishes when I was working as the expediter on weekends. We created some culinary art at Paddy’s, and when I say “we,” I mean Chef Kenny.

I’m also proud to carry the dishes out here at the bookshop. Even though we are no Michelin Five-Star, Chef Dustin works hard to make certain each meal is presented in an eye-pleasing manner. And they taste just as good as they look.

If you look on the keg-tapper, you’ll see a new handle. We’re trying a summertime draft: Blue Moon, a Belgian recipe wheat beer. It’s a smooth draft that is sometimes served garnished with an orange slice. Frosty glass for $1.95. Sure and you can’t top that!

Dustin has also added a garden salad to the menu, as a house salad or a side, with mixed greens, strawberries, blueberries, and walnuts, topped with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing.

We’re serving every day from 11am to 2pm, so – Come visit!

McHuston

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

And the Thunder rolled…

They said, “Take cover.” I thought it over.

Storms as predicted Saturday night, and I realized as I looked out at the flashes of lightning that there are different stages of reaction to imminent danger.

When I was chasing the weather for Channel Seven it was at that stage of my young life in which I somehow thought myself indestructible. It never entered my mind that the storm was a thing of reckoning, something that could have picked up my puny newscar and tossed it in a ditch. (A TV-logo-on-the-doors Ford Pinto, for those of you who might remember that clunker classic…)

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It wasn’t even an adrenaline thing. Never been one for bungee-jumping, cliff-diving, or parachuting. (Leaping from a perfectly good airplane, as my good friend Michael used to describe it.) Driving toward a tornado was just what the job called for back then.

Then, I hung up the camera and the microphones and found myself on the other side of the media – with children. Whoa. The sirens took on a completely different message. Closets became shelters to herd and hide the kids. Late night, or not – you just don’t take chances with the lives of others who depend on you.

The thunder boomed last night and I clicked the remote. Patches of radar red immediately filled the screen, and I considered the excited voices of the TV team and their spotters. (Some might have described the voices as panicked, I don’t know. They seemed pretty worked up.) Broken Arrow was mentioned so I got out of bed.

Trees in the backyard were almost motionless. I could see flashes to the south. The city is much larger than it used to be, and a tornado strike could be miles away and still be local.

What are the odds, I wondered – then crawled back under the covers. I enjoy sleeping in a thunderstorm. Go figure.

Those dire warnings certainly weren’t wasted in the case of the several homes hit in the southeast part of town. But I realized at the time that things have changed greatly from my indestructible days. (Daze.) Now, I can assess the situation and make a decision while knowing there may be consequences. Not crazy stuff. If those trees had been flapping I would have leaped in the bathtub.

Damage was mostly to my pride when I emerged this morning. I hadn’t rolled up the passenger window all the way. Thunderstorms seem to know things like that. The picture shows the FEMA-approved method of flood recovery. Open it up, and air it out.

We’ll be whipping up a storm at the shop tomorrow, so – Come visit!

McHuston

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

Feels so good when repairs work!

I have a new hero. I know he’ll never see this, but his name is Greg Crowe.

Some of the people we call heroes are those who keep their cool under fire, or use their adrenaline in an emergency to overcome the odds. There are those whose jobs put them in situations that might call for the hero in them to emerge at any moment.

Then, there are those who use their intelligence and expertise to provide assistance to others in need. That is Mr. Crowe’s contribution. He figured out a solution for hundreds of us. And even though it isn’t a New York Times, front-page-report sort of deal, in my book, he’s still a hero.

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Here’s what came about. You know you can’t drive down the road without spotting a Camaro or Firebird, and you certainly can’t see the expressions of the drivers. But hundreds of frustrated GM car owners have been scowling from having experienced what I’ve been going through. Without warning or provocation, the radio shuts off. It may come right back on, or it might stay off for ten minutes. Sometimes I’ll get to my destination and the thing still would be dead in the dash.

Here’s the other thing. When the radio quits, the electric windows won’t work either.

I bought the Firebird used, and it had a Pioneer radio/CD player installed by the previous owner. I figured he must have wired it up crazy, so I dug around in the fuses. Nope. They are wired separately. That would have been too simple. Next, I crawled low enough to get my head under the dashboard and found a bare, loose wire. Wrapped it in electrical tape. Nope. Wasn’t the problem and wasn’t the solution.

It had to be some electrical cross-connection and I was ready to rip the radio out, when I decided to Google it.

BAM!

Mr. Crowe is apparently an electrical engineer and I found his post on a General Motors related forum. He had found a schematic drawing of the car’s electrical system and – using clues between the radio and the windows – found a relay on a circuit board under the dash where the two functions connect.

Man.

Not only that, he points out the exact relay on the board AND the single solder-joint that is faulty. From the dozens upon dozens of postings by frustrated Firebird and Camaro owners (they are basically the same car with different bodies), it must have been a factory problem that was never addressed, and car owners across the US have been bewildered about the ghost in the machine.

Over the years, I’ve tackled quite a few projects. Some of them completed with greater success than others. (I’ve called in the professionals to correct my screw-ups more than once.) I’m usually not too nervous to try my luck, but the idea of taking an electrical circuit board out of my car and holding a hot soldering iron to it – well, that gave me pause for thought.

What could go wrong?

Just about anything! Already we’ve got the dead radio killing the power windows. I might connect the dots wrong and wind up with a continually honking horn or something. But – sunny afternoon adventures call!

Got the module out with minimal difficulty, most of it related to my troubles getting far enough under the dashboard. The circuit board popped out of the plastic case. The soldering iron was preheated and ready. The actual repair took about thirty seconds on the workbench and about a half-hour all together.

Before I returned all the pieces back to their proper places, I connected the module to the wiring harnesses and took the car for a spin. Radio – working. Windows – working. Drive, drive, driving. Still working. Washed the car. Started it up. Radio and windows working.

BAM!

A hero is born! A tip of the driver’s cap to Mr. Crowe, whose investigative efforts and posting of the solution helped out hundreds of folks, and – no doubt – will help many more in the future as those circuit board joints continue to fail like mine did.

A simple repair job that I would have never, ever, been able to even diagnose the problem on my own.

Here’s cranking up the radio to you, sir!

Now, it’s off to prep for tomorrow’s business. Dustin will be cookin’ it up for Monday’s lunch, so…

Come visit!

McHuston

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

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