Friday, June 27, 2008

Pizza Lust


Drew is the man!



I wonder if I can get some delivered from Micheleo's in Normal?

Compass Points

With our Memorial Day trip to Canada, I now have new compass points. As a lover of roads, road trips, maps and geography, I like to keep track of this stuff.

Northernmost: a spot on the Trans Canada Highway, 10 miles east of Nipigon, Ontario 2008(replaces Virginia, Minnesota)
Southernmost: EPCOT Center, Walt Disney World, Florida 1982 (replaced San Antonio, Texas)
Easternmost: Baltimore-Washington Airport, Baltimore, Maryland, 1980 (replaced Chattanooga, Tennessee)
Westernmost: Denver, Colorado airport 2007 (replaced San Antonio, Texas)

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

But it doesn't matter...

...because when these people get to prison, they will be killed within a matter of months. Even murderers and rapists have standards when it comes to those who hurt children.

It is the thought that counts!

I love getting little gifts from my story time kids. Today it was a lovely bouquet of unidentified orange flowers that a young man had pulled from out of the cracks in the sidewalk. They are now wilting proudly in an over-sized vase on my desk.

Thanks dude!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Monday, June 23, 2008

Saturday, June 21, 2008

And she would be right!

Miri and I were playing the other day and I started tickling her with great enthusiasm. And from the mouths of babes:

"Stop it! Old man!"

Ouch.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Cutest Sock Puppet Ever!

While looking over the Internet to find images for a puppet show flyer, I found this guy. Just made me smile!

See? SEE?

I said it four months ago. Go me!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Brrr....

I took this picture today at about 3:30pm, when it was 55 degrees, cloudy and the wind was blowing to beat the band. Rudi has a valid question...

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

In the Billiard Room with the Revolver!

Which Clue character are you?

The Cult of Customer Service

Once upon a time, I was written up by a spineless boss. Seems that, rather than stick up for me, the employee who had followed policy and denied a patron a request that saved the city money, she couldn't take the abuse this patron dished out and punished me. She called it "poor customer service."

For anyone else in this situation, enjoy this article. Then let's find the author and kiss him on the mouth!

Whatever happened to...the Elite Diner?

So many good times with Aaron, rommie Jen and Cole. And so many calories...

Storied diner putting down new roots
Former home of 14th KFC franchise awaits a new beginning in Princetown

Schenectady Daily Gazette
By Justin Mason
Sunday, December 9, 2007

PRINCETOWN — Tom Ketchum is struck by a bit of nostalgia every time he sets foot in the former Elite Diner.

The vinyl stools, stainless steel interior and sleek art deco design all hark back to a time when the cozy eateries dotted streetscapes across the United States. Most of them have disappeared into the pages of history along with the revving hot rods and soda shops that symbolized the times.

“It brings back memories, don’t it?” said Ketchum as he gazed around the empty diner. “We grew up in these old stainless steel diners.”

Today, the Elite Diner rests on wooden blocks alongside Ketchum’s body shop off Route 20. Plywood covers segments of the 38-foot-long and 17-foot-wide structure, which sits more than 890 miles away from the spot in Illinois where it left its mark on history more than five decades ago.

The structure was one of the last of its kind to roll out of the Mountain View Diner Co. factory in New Jersey during the mid-1950s, and it housed the first Illinois franchise selling Col. Harland Sanders’ famous recipe for fried chicken. It was revered as a local icon as it shifted from one street corner to the next in Champaign County, and it was bitterly mourned by patrons when it was closed to make way for a multi-million dollar courthouse facility, according to stories in the News-Gazette in Champaign-Urbana, Ill.

Now, Ketchum and his wife Sally are planning to restore the diner, which has remained in a warehouse in Michigan for nearly five years. By next spring, he hopes the shiny structure will again serve as a beacon for hungry travelers searching for a cup of joe in the morning or a burger for lunch.

“We need it in this area,” he said. “There are no diners here at all.”

Cheap eats, odd hours

The American diner originated in Rhode Island during the late 19th century, when a young entrepreneur began selling food from a horse-drawn wagon he parked outside the Providence Journal at night, explained David Zilka, a curator at the American Diner Museum in Providence.

Within several years, similar wagons began to crop up across the northeast, offering graveyard-shift workers and club room crawlers their only opportunity to purchase an inexpensive meal late at night.

“It was a really working-class type of environment,” he said.

By the turn of the century, the number of these wagons in operation had grown so immense that many municipalities began passing ordinances limiting their hours of operation. Some operators attempted to side-step these laws by locating their wagons on quasi-stationary locations.

At first, many of these operations were converted from old rail cars and trolleys, and cleanliness generally took a back seat to making a buck, according to Zilka. But as the concept grew in popularity, the industry began cleaning up its image in an attempt to shed an unsavory reputation.

Companies such as Mountain View began creating sleek diner cars in the 1940s, with stainless steel exteriors, large windows and Formica counter tops, among other modern amenities not characteristic of their older, more rough-and-tumble counterparts. At the height of the nation’s diner craze after World War II, there were a dozen companies in the United States producing models of the prefabricated restaurants.

Kentucky fried roots

The model later known as the Elite Diner was built in Signac, N.J., and was the 499th restaurant to be produced by Mountain View, just one year before the business folded in 1957. Bill and Nixie Dye purchased the restaurant for $56,000 and had it shipped in three pieces by rail to Champaign, Ill., just a short distance away from the largest public university in the state, recalled the former owner.

The couple sank every dollar they had — and many they didn’t — into financing the restaurant. For a while, Dye said, their finances were somewhat tenuous as they tried to pay back a loan through Mountain View that was annually accruing more than 18 percent interest.

“It was a tough nut to crack,” he recalled recently.

But the Dyes found their niche. During a chance outing through Indiana in 1956, they had stopped at a restaurant called the Chuck Wagon, where Dye said they were served the best fried chicken they had ever tasted.

When Dye inquired about the recipe, he was put in contact with a somewhat eccentric businessman from Kentucky, who was traveling the countryside selling fried chicken franchises. Just three days before the Dyes were to open their diner — also named the Chuck Wagon — Col. Sanders pulled up in a beat-up Cadillac with a trunk held down with baling wire.

Dye said the colonel plucked a chicken frying pot and a bag of tools from his trunk and went to work in the diner car, wearing his trademark white suit. Within several hours, Dye found himself the proud proprietor of the state’s first Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise, only the 14th in the entire nation.

For two decades, Dye and his wife fried chicken at the diner, which remained open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. And with the Colonel’s recipe in hand, it didn’t take them long to get back in the black.

“Boy, she went like gangbusters,” recollected the 87-year-old former restaurateur. “We were out of debt in a little over a year.”

March of progress

In fact, the franchise was so successful the Dyes opened up three others in the county and sold the Chuck Wagon. The stainless steel diner was uprooted from its street corner and moved 22 miles south to the small city of Villa Grove, where it was operated as a doughtnut shop for six years.

The diner was uprooted again in 1983 and moved to Urbana, a city neighboring its former home in Champaign. There, it was known as the Elite Diner — pronounced EE-lite by locals — and became a popular lunch destination for workers at the nearby county offices.

Six years after it opened, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch listed the Elite Diner’s chocolate milkshake as “one of the top 10 things to experience before leaving” the University of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana. In classic diner fashion, the Elite served up a specialty called “the Scrambler,” a garbage plate consisting of biscuits, sausage gravy, potatoes, cheese and eggs.

But in 1998, county voters approved a $27 million project to construct a 90,000-square-foot courthouse facility on land leased by the Elite’s proprietor. Although patrons balked at the idea of closing the popular eatery, owner Eric Faulkner eventually relented and closed the diner for good in 2002, according to published reports published in the News Gazette, a daily newspaper serving Champaign and Urbana.

Just two months after the Elite closed, fans were offered a slight reprieve when the historic diner was moved to the small village of Homer, about 20 miles southwest of Urbana. Dave Lucas, the village mayor at the time, purchased the diner with the intent to lease or sell it as a private business venture.

However, Lucas was unable to secure the roughly $36,000 he needed to break even on the deal, and the diner was again placed on the market.

After it spent about a year on the market, Alex Altier purchased the wayward diner and moved it 361 miles away to Canton, Mich.

Altier, a lifelong restaurateur, originally planned to open it about 12 miles away from the University of Michigan campus in Ann Arbor. Instead, the diner remained stowed for four years in a warehouse near Detroit.

Difficult journey

Even as recently as July, Champaign County residents have griped about the Elite Diner’s disappearance from the city. In a letter to the News-Gazette, native Robert Dunn chided the city council for allowing businesses to disappear.

“I remember when Urbana had businesses in places like Lincoln Square and Sunnycrest Mall,” he wrote in a letter to the editor. “I remember the Elite Diner. They are all gone.”

Meanwhile, in New York, Ketchum had embarked on a leisurely search for the perfect diner to bring into Princetown. He first considered purchasing Schenectady’s famed Silver Diner but decided it would be too much work after touring the converted trolley car.

“I looked at it, and it seemed like too much restoration,” he said. “And it wasn’t what I wanted. It was a trolley car, and I wanted one of the old stainless steel diners.”

Then, a mutual friend introduced Ketchum to Altier, and in mid-September, he bought the historic diner for $30,000.

But moving a 36-ton diner more than 630 miles across four states is no easy feat, as Ketchum soon learned.

When the diner was just three miles south of the border with Pennsylvania, it was flagged by New York State Department of Transportation officials at a weigh-in station and turned away for several minor violations, including being four inches too wide for its permit as a super load. For more than four weeks, the diner remained parked at a nearby motel as Ketchum wrangled with New York state officials to get it across the border.

“There were a lot of people excited about it,” said Steve Hendrickson, one of the contractors helping Ketchum move the diner. “They thought it was going to hit the ground there.”

The Elite Diner gained its first fan in New York when it crossed onto Interstate 88 near Binghamton. Waiting there was Michael Engle, the operator of the Web site nydiners.com, who filmed the last miles of the Elite’s journey to Princetown and then uploaded the footage on YouTube.

“It’s like tornado chasing, but only safer,” Engle posted in a subtile on the video.

Late last month, the Elite Diner was finally unloaded at what Ketchum hopes will be its final resting place. Already, he said the mysterious-looking structure resting on blocks near Route 20 has drawn a fair amount of interest and anticipation.

“Before, they used to junk them all — they were too old,” he said of the old diners. “Now, they’re coming back.”

According to the NY Diners website, it is still not open for business. Bummer.

Monday, June 09, 2008

The tie that binds

I don't mind wearing ties, but if I don't have to, great! As an employee of the City of Wichita, I had to wear a tie, even though a youth services librarian in a tie is a bad idea. Kids see men who wear ties as scary authority figures. When I interviewed in Hibbing, I asked about the dress code (ties and aloha shirts). The City Manager was on my interview committee and he said, "I think I'm the only one around here that wears a tie."

So for those of you still forced to wear the collar of respectability, take note.

Friday, June 06, 2008

Another reason to love the British

From the web. Check out the coroner's comment:

Mohamed Al Fayed claimed the British royal family including the Duke of Edinburgh and Prince Charles, the UK and French security services, the CIA, Tony Blair, police chiefs, senior politicians, judges, Paul Burrell, newspaper editors and Diana's sister were responsible for murdering his son Dodi Fayed and Diana Princess of Wales.

Giving evidence on oath in the High Court, Al Fayed claimed that these individuals conspired in the murders in 1997 to prevent Diana marrying a Muslim.

The coroner, Lord Justice Scott Baker, told him: "There seems to be an awful lot of people involved in this conspiracy."

Al Fayed said Charles and the Duke of Edinburgh could not accept that "my son as a person who is different religion, naturally tanned, curly hair" could be the stepfather of Prince William, a future king. He called the royals the "Dracula family", and the Duke of Edinburgh "Frankenstein".

I wonder what Dodi's daddy thinks about global warming?

Thursday, June 05, 2008

What an expensive degree from the top library school gets you...


But it is still a great job, especially here in northern Minnesota, where today it is a balmy 51 degrees!

I Laughed! I Cried! I Peed My Pants!

An awesome combination of teen flicks, classic cinema, modern editing, with Sam Jackson thrown in the mix. Gotta love it!