I thought I'd post about a pair of enjoyable conversations I've had since my last post. New Englanders are known for being, reserved (if you're being polite)/suspicious (if you're being accurate) around anyone they don't know. lol That's what makes these encounters worth mentioning here. Hope you enjoy them!
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The first took place about a month ago. It was Town Day where I live. It's the quintessential small New England town, even though it's only a few miles outside of Boston. I went downtown early to check out the parade and tour several of the colonial-era homes that open for visitors on this weekend each year.
I was sitting down with a English muffin and coffee for a belated breakfast at a downtown coffee shop, reviewing the box scores from the previous nights ball games (baseball, for the non-seamheads out there), when I heard a man's voice.
"I do believe that this fair maiden before us is Irish," he said. "What do you think?"
I looked up and saw two gentlemen, in their 70s, smiling at me as they awaited their coffee. They were, well... really, really, Irish looking. lol The taller of the two was dressed head-to-toe in green; green shirt, green tie (with shamrocks, of course), and green slacks. (The shoes, needless to say, were white.) The shorter gentlemen was less ostentatious, but his face was like a map of Ireland, as my father would say.
"Well, Irish-American, anyway," I said, returning their smiles.
They laughed, then asked my name. After I told them it was Cassidy, they introduced themselves as R (the gentleman in green) and L (the shorter of the two).
R then asked if I knew what "Cassidy" means in Gaelic.
"I do, actually," I said, grinning, and pointed to my head. "It means 'curly-haired.'"
"It does indeed," R said, chuckling. "You are aptly named, my dear."
We wound up chatting for about 10 minutes, the conversation inevitably (as we're in Boston) turned to the Red Sox, and then the Celtics (Boston's pro basketball team, for those who are not sports-obsessed), who were in the conference finals that weekend.
L asked if I knew how many championships the Celtics have won in their history.
"I do," I said. "17 - John Havlicek's number."
Duly impressed, L commented that he had actually been at the deciding Game 7 at the old Boston Garden when they won their first championship.
"Do you know what year it was?" R asked me.
"1957," I said.
"Not bad at all," L said. "But do you know who was a rookie on that team?"
"That's a trick question," I said. "Bill Russell *and* Tom Heinson were both rookies that year. And Heinson won Rookie of the Year, even though most people assume it would have been Russell."
"That's right. Do you know why?"
"Russell was on the US Olympic team that year, wasn't he? I think he didn't join the Celtics until just before Christmas."
"Well, now you're just showing off," R said, mock-angry. "But L can tell you the entire starting lineup from memory, can't you?"
He nodded solemnly, then gazed at me expectantly.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
"Bill Russell. Bob Cousy. Tom Heinson. Bill Sharman. And, of course, Jungle Jim Loscutoff."
I paused.
"And the sixth man was Frank Ramsey. The Celtics retired all of their numbers. And all of them, with the exception of Jim Loscutoff, are in the Basketball Hall of Fame."
They gaped at me, slack-jawed.
"Red hair, blue eyes, freckles... and she loves sports!" R said.
He extended his hand to me, respectfully. "My dear, may I have your hand in matrimony?"
"Hey," L said, indignant. "I wanted to ask her!"
"What is it you young people say these days, Cassidy?" R said. "'You snooze, you lose?'"
"Bless your hearts for including me with the young people," I said. "But I'm afraid I'll have to ask some of them and get back to you about that."
"So that's a promise, Cassidy?" L said.
"Cross my heart," I said, crossing it as I did so.
"They say you'll find true love where you least expect it," R said as they stood up to leave. "I never thought it would be a Dunkin Donuts though!"
Guess I can cross "find a spouse" off my To Do list now! :D
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The second conversation took place at Rite-Aid as I picked up my hormones a few weeks ago.
"Gee, hon, it feels like forever since I last saw you!" the pharmacist said with a big smile as I walked up to the counter.
I'm usually only here once a month to pick these up, so I guess it has been a while. Count your blessings it isn't more frequent!" I joked.
"Oh, no," she said. "You're always a ray of sunshine, hon!"
"A barista friend of mine calls me that!" I said. "That's too funny that you did too."
"Wel, it's true," she said as she searched for my prescriptions on the shelf. "Weren't you stuck here last time because the cash registers all stopped working?"
"That's right!" I said. "I forgot about that. Oooh, I was in a hellcat fury that night!"
She burst out laughing.
"See what I mean?" she said. "Why aren't all of my customers like you?"
"Just lucky, I guess," I said.
She laughed again, then studied my prescription for a moment.
"'Cassidy'," she said. "So what do you go by - Cassidy, Cass, or Cassie?"
"Mostly Cass or Cassidy, but a few people call me Cassie."
"Do you mind that?"
"No, I kind of like it, actually."
"Well, that's what I'm going to call you from now on," she said. "It's sweet and cute - just like you!"
"Oh, don't be fooled," I joked, feeling my face turn red.
"I'm not," she smiled as she handed me my prescriptions. "See you next month - Cassie!"
Aren't random compliments the best? :c)
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That is going to do it for this post. Stay tuned for the next one - it's going to be thrill-packed! (Well, not really. But it won't be a standard-issue Cass post either, promise!)
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I had a bunch of songs come to mind once I figured out the title for this post, so pull up a chair!
First up - "Ain't She Sweet," covered by a little-known Liverpool combo called The Beatles in Hamburg, Germany in 1961. Hmm... wonder whatever happened to these guys?
First up - "Ain't She Sweet," covered by a little-known Liverpool combo called The Beatles in Hamburg, Germany in 1961. Hmm... wonder whatever happened to these guys?
Next is the title track from Matthew Sweet's great Girlfriend album, from 1991. The gentleman in shades playing the epic lead guitar is the late, great Robert Quine, who played on Lou Reed's 1982 masterpiece The Blue Mask.
Man, that's a great song! Time to pull their albums out and give them a spin again, clearly...
5 comments:
I so love, love, love, love this post!!! Reminds me so much of my former home town. And, I so miss seeing you, girl!
Thank you, Calie! As you know, a gal's gotta know her sports in Beantown! :D
Miss seeing you, too! I think we need to plan a road trip, don't you?
Happy 4th, hon! Talk to ya soon!
Hugs,
Cass
And thank you *so* much for featuring this on T-Central! I am genuinely flattered! xoxoxo
== Cass
So did you say yes? Do people need to buy hats for a wedding? People want to know :-)
Flattered though I was, I'm afraid my gentlemen callers that day did not possess the, er, "plumbing" I prefer. :D And so it goes. *wink*
== Cass
P.S. I really enjoyed the pics of your golf outing over the weekend. Looks like it was a lot of fun for all involved. 😊
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