I'll give a thumbs down to you for using Muslim names per your example of the "job taker." Not that many people will see this, but I feel we all must be conscious of our views toward the other. In Amerika now, Muslim people and all immigrants are certainly unwelcome by the unconscious crowd.
Actually, I took the remark to mean...as usual,it's the immigrants who end up doing the dirty work! Sort of a backhanded compliment not meant to disparage. Have a good day!
Thanks Jerome for your perspective. I see the value of Garrison pointing out the situation of our immigrant neighbors, which I believe to be very true ...
If suffering builds character and familiarity contempt then the migration of characters from the Minnesota tundra to Cleveland to meet up with the contemptuous characters in crowded New York City from the opposite direction. This winterized concoction may well result in a new city on a hill, a Shangrila so to speak, where a smile come as natural as a Judge home run swing. Their new Guardians may then very well earn their wings along with that city's long-coveted pennant.
One advantage to exercising on a treadmill is that one can read and walk at the same time. The last time I tried that in the real world, I walked into the side of a car.
Being a typical New Yorker and not a pratical woodsman, I thought Mr. Cubicle, who was doing such great things for his neigbors and family would rescue the deer stuck in the snow. I didn't see the sluaghtering of the deer for food coming, but I do understand it from his point of view. Different environments dictate different outcomes. A very zany article with some good laughs.
It would probably be for the best. When the snow gets that deep, deer have trouble finding food.
People around here sometimes harvest freshly road killed deer - one of my friends made me promise to call him if I ever hit one (thank goodness, I've managed to avoid hitting any deer thus far; I'm a vegetarian so I would definitely have mixed feelings about keeping that promise!).
I completely understand what you are saying and I agree with you, even about the road kill. Why let good meat go to waste. It's just that, since I was not brought up in your area of the country I never got a chance to see it from that point of view. It's not what comes to my mind first, but as you can see I am not close minded and do appreciate the view from a different angle, situation, and location. I'm sure Mr. Cubicle made some slippers lined with wool with the deer skin. :) Stay warm.
Don't worry, I didn't think that you were being critical. Some people need to hunt to supplement their diet. Since I don't eat the stuff myself, I garden to supplement my diet. I have nothing against the omnivores, I'm in a minority up here. 😉
In my survival-unchallenged mind, I naively judged Amalgamated Federated to be staid and habitual. But later this year, when the blizzard arrives and my stupor is broken, I will summon from my memory this harrowing tale of Cubicle Man from Subjunctive AF, and power on.
You are a riot. G. Keillor's cautionary tale of where weakness in life gets you a high-speed ticket to mortuary. I was very impressed with your use of the word subjunctive and the medical term axial spondylofascia.
Living in Michigan and working in a hospital during snow emergencies, sometimes you were summoned by the administration to come to work and get a ride in from the local police. Most of the time you would just tough out.
During a regional blackout that lasted 3 days, all shifts were required to make it to work. The indoor temperature was close to 90 F. We were given 10-minute breaks every 2 hours for water and a cool-down period outdoors or in front of a fan. We were all heroes then.
I agree, life is for the strong. We all have weak moments so when someone doesn’t have that strength you just have to pitch in and carry them through.
Thank you from the bottom of my funny bone. I am starting my day fasting for the dreaded yearly checkup. I’m going to read this several times. My memories of shoveling driveways with no end in sight are strong.
Lol. Thank you from a retired teacher in buffalo ny. Peace to your humerus soul. I did not misspell
Did you mean humorous?
LOL!
Duuuuude! That was like a madcap fever dream of a story. Brilliant. Thank you, GK!
May all secretaries be as subversive as the one in this tale.
I thank you from the bottom of my winter-lovin’ heart. This is one of your best.
I'll give a thumbs down to you for using Muslim names per your example of the "job taker." Not that many people will see this, but I feel we all must be conscious of our views toward the other. In Amerika now, Muslim people and all immigrants are certainly unwelcome by the unconscious crowd.
Actually, I took the remark to mean...as usual,it's the immigrants who end up doing the dirty work! Sort of a backhanded compliment not meant to disparage. Have a good day!
Thanks Jerome for your perspective. I see the value of Garrison pointing out the situation of our immigrant neighbors, which I believe to be very true ...
If suffering builds character and familiarity contempt then the migration of characters from the Minnesota tundra to Cleveland to meet up with the contemptuous characters in crowded New York City from the opposite direction. This winterized concoction may well result in a new city on a hill, a Shangrila so to speak, where a smile come as natural as a Judge home run swing. Their new Guardians may then very well earn their wings along with that city's long-coveted pennant.
Be prudent. Be wise. Just, "Do it!"
Tough it out and do your job at work and home. The world will be your oyster.
It's not rocket science! It's just common sense.
Think first and then do! it
And never forget to smile! Amen!
One advantage to exercising on a treadmill is that one can read and walk at the same time. The last time I tried that in the real world, I walked into the side of a car.
I hate treadmills, wrong pace, tend to fall off.
Brilliant.
Being a typical New Yorker and not a pratical woodsman, I thought Mr. Cubicle, who was doing such great things for his neigbors and family would rescue the deer stuck in the snow. I didn't see the sluaghtering of the deer for food coming, but I do understand it from his point of view. Different environments dictate different outcomes. A very zany article with some good laughs.
It would probably be for the best. When the snow gets that deep, deer have trouble finding food.
People around here sometimes harvest freshly road killed deer - one of my friends made me promise to call him if I ever hit one (thank goodness, I've managed to avoid hitting any deer thus far; I'm a vegetarian so I would definitely have mixed feelings about keeping that promise!).
I completely understand what you are saying and I agree with you, even about the road kill. Why let good meat go to waste. It's just that, since I was not brought up in your area of the country I never got a chance to see it from that point of view. It's not what comes to my mind first, but as you can see I am not close minded and do appreciate the view from a different angle, situation, and location. I'm sure Mr. Cubicle made some slippers lined with wool with the deer skin. :) Stay warm.
Don't worry, I didn't think that you were being critical. Some people need to hunt to supplement their diet. Since I don't eat the stuff myself, I garden to supplement my diet. I have nothing against the omnivores, I'm in a minority up here. 😉
In my survival-unchallenged mind, I naively judged Amalgamated Federated to be staid and habitual. But later this year, when the blizzard arrives and my stupor is broken, I will summon from my memory this harrowing tale of Cubicle Man from Subjunctive AF, and power on.
You just parked the Buick in front of Amalgamated with this piece, Dad. Sending gratitude from Maine
You are a riot. G. Keillor's cautionary tale of where weakness in life gets you a high-speed ticket to mortuary. I was very impressed with your use of the word subjunctive and the medical term axial spondylofascia.
Living in Michigan and working in a hospital during snow emergencies, sometimes you were summoned by the administration to come to work and get a ride in from the local police. Most of the time you would just tough out.
During a regional blackout that lasted 3 days, all shifts were required to make it to work. The indoor temperature was close to 90 F. We were given 10-minute breaks every 2 hours for water and a cool-down period outdoors or in front of a fan. We were all heroes then.
I agree, life is for the strong. We all have weak moments so when someone doesn’t have that strength you just have to pitch in and carry them through.
Thank you from the bottom of my funny bone. I am starting my day fasting for the dreaded yearly checkup. I’m going to read this several times. My memories of shoveling driveways with no end in sight are strong.
Wonderful! Thanks from a New Englander who never goes south, even in the summer.
Definitely never go south in the summer, death wish.
Even by Keillor standards, what an extraordinary piece of writing.