Sally Coffeecup's Blog

Sally Goes Political
March 25, 2010, 8:06 pm
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It all started quite innocently.    Sally read an opinion piece by Kathleen Parker on Wednesday, March 24, in the Washington Post highly critical of Bart Stupak, a pro-life Democrat, for voting for the health care reform bill.

E-mail – me to Kathleen Parker:

Let’s get off this phony high-horse and really start talking about saving unborn American babies.  The rate of infant mortality in this country is a national disgrace.  The lowest rate in the world is Singapore at 2.31 infant deaths per 1,000, compared to the US rate of 6.22 infant deaths per 1,000.  Every developed nation does a better job at saving its babies than the US.  Cuba does a statistically significant better job at 5.82 infant deaths per 1,000.  What is the source of these statistics on infant mortality – the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency which collects data on country rates of infant mortality because, in the words of the CIA, “This rate is often used as an indicator of the level of health in a country.”

E-mail – Kathleen Parker to me:

I don’t care about any unborn babies but my own. I care about government power and honesty.

Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T


Senility Prayer
March 23, 2010, 4:18 pm
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God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones that I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.

You Have to Love New Yorkers
March 4, 2010, 1:29 pm
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Last year, while walking in the East Village, right as I was about to cross the street, I bumped into the woman in front of me.  At that precise moment, the traffic light turned green and the cars started to move forward.  I had just pushed this woman into oncoming traffic.  I lunged forward and, with both my arms, give her a big bear hug from behind, stopping her forward movement.  Once the cars were out of the way, I released her.  She never said one word or even turned around; she just proceeded on her way as if this event was totally normal and part of her regular day.


I hate the post office on 14th Street at 1st Avenue
March 3, 2010, 2:11 pm
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They are always so rude and grumpy.  Of course I probably shouldn’t have mimicked (twice) the clerk when she gave me a grunt in response to a question I asked her.


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Heaven is
January 31, 2010, 11:28 am
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a fresh fried zeppole from Led Zeppole on 14th Street between 1st and 2nd Avenue – $1.


Led Zeppole

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High Jinks at the Met
December 6, 2009, 3:19 pm
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I really like my new down-filled winter jacket except for the sticking front zipper.  Last time it happened, I was in the middle of the Grand Hall of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  Does the zipper get caught at the bottom where I could just step out of the jacket?  Of course not.  It gets caught at the very top.  Trying not to panic, I began to tug on the zipper.  It did not move.  An old man sitting on a bench was watching me, clearly debating whether he should come to my rescue.  “Nah, what the hell.  It is kind of fun watching this woman struggle to get out of her jacket, just like John Candy in Trains, Planes and Automobiles”, he must have thought.  With a mighty yank, I was finally free.  Take that you old man!


My True Love

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The Potato Chip
November 9, 2009, 3:41 pm
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I am not always a nice person.  In fact, I can be quite awful – with flair.  A while back, my future daughter-in-law, my niece and I were stuck in a small, crowded, hot airport terminal, where all the flights had been delayed.  Looking around for some seats, I spied two together with a third one on which a woman had plunked her pocketbook and bag of potato chips.  Politely, I asked if we could use the third seat.  With a dramatic huff and a dirty look, she grabbed her pocketbook and her chips, leaving behind one single chip.  Like an expert tiddlywinks player, I lined up my middle-finger behind the chip and gave it a mighty flick.  The chip took off like an intercontinental ballistic missile, whizzing right under the nose of the astonished woman.  With a smile, I said “Oops. Sorry”.  Later, my daughter-in-law-to-be said,  “I thought that chip was going to hit that lady.  You would have been so embarrassed.”  To which my niece roared in laughter and said, “Are you kidding?  She was aiming right at her!”  I just smiled and thought to myself, “Perhaps”.