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Sunday Stealing: Follow That Dream

jEOPARDY, Scrabble, and 500 rummy

Welcome to Sunday Stealing. Here we will steal all types of questions from every corner of the blogosphere. Our promise to you is that we will work hard to find the most interesting and intelligent questions. Cheers to all of us thieves!

This week we stole from Follow That Dream. Bonnie, who posted it, admits she stole it from Stella. Now here it is, just waiting for you to steal it for your blog …

Stolen from Follow That Dream

1. My bestie and I once …

One of them and I went to Las Vegas in September 2024, which was my first time and likely my last, though I had a good time.

2. When I’m nervous …

I look around a lot.

3. My hair …

Has been receding since I was 17.

4. When I turn to the left, I see …

A shred bag blocked the front window.

Adenia

5. My favorite aunt …

My great aunt Deana (Adenia) Yates was born in 1908, the youngest of my maternal grandmother Gertrude Williams’ siblings. She is to the right in the picture above with her sister, mother, and niece (my mom). There are more descriptions here.

My sisters and I visited the house that Deana and Gert shared, 13 Maple Street in Binghamton, NY, almost every day during lunch and after school during the academic year.

If I hadn’t been watching JEOPARDY with Deana on weekdays at noontime, I might not have become so obsessed with the program that I tried out for the show in 1998. I taught her canasta, and she taught me 500 rummy. She played SCRABBLE with me a lot. Sometimes, I would watch her “programs” with her and her sisters, the CBS soap operas Guiding Light, Edge of Night, and Secret Storm.

I was sad when she died in 1966, in part because she was a buffer between her sister and me. Gert didn’t think a boy should wash the dishes, which I did at home. More than once, Deana said to her sister, “Leave the boy alone!”

6. I have a hard time understanding ….

Consider this an expletive-filled rant about the politics in the last six months in the United States, and the capitulation by media (I’m talking about you, ABC, CBS…) More people will become sick and die.

7. You know I like you if …

I tease you and/or engage in circuitous wordplay.

8. When I was 5 years old …

Among other things, this.

“…every time you ride with Uber”

I downloaded Lyft, which worked just fine. I knew so because my credit card company wanted to confirm that the $1.00 “purchase” I made was legit.

uber One more thing I did on my birthday (March 7): I took an Uber for the very first time. Technically, it was the 8th. And as is my wont, it was more complicated than I thought it would be.

I would be returning from my trip from New York City to attend my friend Karen’s retirement party. Since the event was on 26th Street from 7-10 p.m., I had two practical choices. Taking the train, I needed to get to Penn Station at 34th Street, but the bus was at Grand Central at 42nd Street.

I’m not subway-averse – I even had my Metrocard swiper with me – but I opted to walk the shorter distance. The Amtrak is more expensive, especially the later you book it, but it would get back to Albany at 1:15 a.m. as opposed to the 2:30 a.m. Greyhound.

Well, not exactly Albany in the former case, but Rennselaer, which is across the Hudson River. While there were taxis at both venues, because of greatly disappointing results, I haven’t taken a cab in the Capital Region this century. (I’ve taken a couple in NYC, but not in my town.)

Hey, maybe the taxis are better now? Not according to the rider reviews I discovered for the one company assigned to the Rensselaer train station. This left Uber and Lyft.

I attempted to download the Uber app, but it didn’t seem to “take”; it never showed up as an icon on the phone. So I downloaded Lyft, which worked just fine. I knew so because my credit card company wanted to confirm that the $1.00 “purchase” I made was legit.

But I discovered in trying to book a ride on the train back that, at least where I wanted to go, nothing was available from Lyft between midnight and 7 a.m.

So I played with the previously downloaded functions on my phone, and I DID have Uber after all, just not on the main screen. I booked the ride. When I got to the train station, I looked for the correct license plates – there were a half dozen Uber drivers at that hour, and several cabs to boot.

Normal Fare-$8.69 Surge x1.3-$2.61 (I know vaguely what surge fees are) + Booking Fee $2.40 (that surprised me) + Long Pickup Fee $0.60 (somehow my address was NOT in the system, though I THOUGHT I’d put it in) + NY State Black Car Fund (2.5%) $0.34 + TNC Assessment Fee (4%) $0.42 (whatever THEY are) = $14.30 plus tip. Not terrible.

So now I’m all 21st century, enough to get an email about a month later from the company. “Check your ride, every time.” Specifically:
1.Match the license plate number.
2.Match the car make and model.
3.Check the driver’s photo. (I did that too)
“When you’ve confirmed this information, get in, buckle up, and enjoy the ride. At Uber, your safety is important to us.”

This was undoubtedly the reaction to a young woman in South Carolina getting into a car, thinking it was her Uber – the guy wasn’t one of their drivers – and was killed.

Another tip, not on the list, but mentioned by law enforcement after the murder, is to ask the driver to tell you YOUR name before getting into the vehicle.

For ABC Wednesday

The legendary Karen Durkot

This year, I spent my birthday with Karen Durkot and about 200 of her friends.

One of those questions I answer on my annual summary of the previous year is “What did I do on my birthday?” This year, I spent it with Karen Durkot and about 200 of her friends.

Back on February 24, she noted that her record company was throwing a send-off shindig in her honor on March 7. “If you can make it, other than my sister Elaine, you’ll be the person there who knows me longest!”

“Longest” as in since kindergarten, going through K-12 together. I wrote about her here and a few other times.

I had already taken off the day from work, as is my tradition. I spent the morning dealing with incredibly boring but necessary processing of health reimbursement funds.

After lunch, I took the bus to the Amtrak station and caught the 3:45 to Penn Station. I walked from 34th and 8th to 26th between 5th and 6th Avenue, getting there about 6:45 p.m. I walked in with a couple who I sussed correctly were music people. The couple was vaguely explaining to the gatekeeper what we wanted to do; he needed more specificity – downstairs, 7 p.m. – so he knew that we knew what we were talking about.

The downstairs was one large room with tables set up, and an open bar. I had brief conversations with a few folks before I found one heroic woman from the label who engaged me in longer conversation. I also found an old Binghamton pal, Pat Cannon.

Finally, Karen and her sister entered. I didn’t find the need to rush the entrance and hung out at the bar. About ten minutes, she sees me. She said later that I had hung back for dramatic effect. I had not, but it did create that result.

Karen introduced me to several folks before engaging in other conversation. Knowing the legendary KD for so long gave me some reflected fame.

Around 8 p.m., they showed a video of a bunch of musicians, including Steve Gorman of the Black Crowes, who was physically present. Also on the recording was Valerie June, one of many folks whose music she introduced me to; some folks from the Stereophonics (ditto); and Jack White from the White Stripes.

The general narrative was the same. When Karen Durkot, who is not a large person, comes to town to promote an act, it is as though she has a metaphorically huge sledgehammer. “Play this record!” she says to radio programmer. “Book this act!” she relays to the venue scheduler.

She expressed gratitude to the people who had hired her , not only at Concord but over the years at Geffen, WEA, and American Recordings. How great it was to represent so many artists, including Johnny Cash. They presented her a blue St Vincent signature guitar, signed by James Taylor and several others.

The mic was open, and I told a couple anecdotes about Karen’s lifelong love of music which people told me they appreciated. I left around 9:30 to take a 10:45 train home.

A couple days later, this got posted in one of the radio/record trades.

“One of the all-time promotion greats, CONCORD RECORDS VP/Promotion KAREN DURKOT was pointed in the direction of her retirement and feted by a room full of her colleagues, family and friends at HILL COUNTRY BBQ in the FLATIRON section of MANHATTAN on THURSDAY NIGHT (3/7).”

It was a splendid evening.