Merger Madness – Local Grocer goes to the Dogs

300px-Hotdog-GTASA-frontContinuing its relentless program of expansion, the Evergreen Safeway is poised to occupy nearly half of Michael’s Hotdogs.

Negotiations between the supermarket giant and local entrepreneur Michael Schweibish have been proceeding quietly since December, and a formal agreement is expected by mid-April. “There are still a few details that need to be hammered out,” said Safeway spokeswoman Dawn Knotts, “but right now it looks like it’s going to happen.”

Determined to increase merchandise capacity but with little room to grow, Knotts said the grocery store will assume control of just under half of Schweibish’s mobile lunch wagon in a unique adaptation of cooperative-lease arrangements that have worked well for other metro-area supermarkets. “The partnership between a Safeway in Golden and Jaime Carrillo’s raspado cart has been mui bueno for everybody.”

The anticipated agreement will allow Schweibish to retain ownership of the familiar bright yellow van while giving Safeway unrestricted use of 10 square feet – about 42 percent – of the available retail space. Though Safeway had originally hoped to purchase the space, corporate negotiators balked when Schweibish tied the sale to proportional contributions to his van insurance. “When our accountants found out he bought his policy without calling Progressive to get free quotes, they totally freaked,” Knotts explained. “We think leasing is our best long-term option.”

Not physically attached to the existing store, the new floor space presents what Knotts calls a “total-service vacuum.”

“Just because the van is parked on the side of the road a hundred yards away doesn’t mean our customers shouldn’t enjoy the highest level of service and convenience.” By combining vision and creativity, Safeway’s retail development team plans to transform its share of the hotdog wagon into a comprehensive shopping unit. “After we install a checkout station, a customer service counter, a CoinStar machine and an ATM, we’ll still have well over 60 square inches of prime display area.” Marketing experts are currently studying high-turnover items with extremely small cross-sections. “Right now, we’re seeing a big potential in Slim Jims or Alligator Pops, but we haven’t ruled out string cheese or a limited selection of baguettes.”

“Of course, Michael insisted on a ‘no-compete’ clause,” Knotts continued. The clause prohibits Safeway from using the van to sell any product that comes in a bun or causes flatulent episodes. As quid pro quo, Schweibish agreed to not rent carpet shampooers after driving his portion of the store home each evening.

A 37-year Kittredge resident, Schweibish is guardedly optimistic about the deal. “I like the idea in principle, but they seem to think this van runs on friendly service and everyday low prices.” In fact, he points out, the vehicle functions on gasoline. “Every time I bring up the issue of kicking in some gas-bones, they change the subject. They’d better know that this one’s non-negotiable.” Another sticking point – use of the large sun-umbrellas stationed around the van – is quickly nearing resolution. “We’ve come up with a workable umbrella-allocation schedule,” Schweibish explained, “based on seasonal solar declination, sunspot activity models, statistical ozone depletion forecasts and the fact that they’re my umbrellas.”

After all the trifling and debate is done, Schweibish expects the new circumstances to be a change for the better. “When Safeway approached me last year,” he said, “it seemed like a good opportunity to change my focus, shake things up a bit.” A mobile hotdog vendor since 1987, Schweibish has tried to satisfy a broad range of lunch patrons by offering standard dogs with a choice of condiments, chili dogs, polish dogs and more, to say nothing of his wide selection of chips and soft drinks. “I was spread too thin. I was forgetting why I got into this business in the first place.”

By surrendering a large part of his workspace to Safeway, Schweibish believes he can rededicate himself to his signature product – the pure-beef, kosher-style frank on a steamed poppy seed bun. “The Chi-Town wurst has always been where my heart is, but, lately, I was just going through the motions. The 42 percent I’m giving to Safeway is 42 percent I can devote to my passion for genuine Chicago dogs” As part of his streamlined vision, he plans to carry only Coke and Diet Coke, and will no longer offer snacks other than plain, salted potato chips. “It’s really about getting back to my roots.”

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Science Break

lectureAn academic conference is held at the Archaeological Institute of Paris, with a Who’s-Who of the world’s top archaeologists attending. The highlight of the event is scheduled for the last day – the unveiling of a potentially game-changing discovery in the parched deserts of southern Palestine. The auditorium fills early, its seats filled with leading experts in diverse sciences such as anthropology, history and languages. At the appointed hour, a large bespectacled man in goatee and white lab coat takes the dais. At his signal, an image is projected onto the large screen behind him. It shows what appears to be an ancient, mud-brick wall faced with crumbling plaster. Still visible upon its cracked surface are a short row of crudely etched figures – from left to right: a plump female silhouette, a long-eared beast, a lidless eye, a single fish, and a cross. A gasp travels around the tiers, and the man begins to speak. 

“My esteemed colleagues, I thank you for coming. The iconographic panel before you was discovered two years ago at a remote, proto-Judaic site near Tell Bekkan, and has been reliably dated to approximately 10,000 b.c. Our team has been studying it exhaustively for more than 18 months, and we feel strongly that the concepts revealed here may very well revolutionize our theories concerning the genesis of human agriculture, industry and religion. I will now ask you to kindly hold your questions while I briefly explain our reasoning. 

“The first figure is obviously female, and rendered in a style reminiscent of the “Earth Mother” fertility symbology common to later Mesopotamian cultures. While it has long been assumed that ancient Middle Eastern cultures developed along patriarchal lines, we believe her position on the left, at the head of the panel, indicates a pronounced matriarchal emphasis. This necessarily calls into question all of our current beliefs concerning gender relationships among semi-nomadic peoples of the region, and forces us to reconsider the social and political maturation of Neolithic II-b societies. 

“Our best research to date indicates that the animal depicted to the woman’s right is a donkey. While donkeys were ubiquitous throughout the Levant by 4,000 b.c., it has long been believed that large-animal domestication was not even contemplated at the time this image was carved. And yet its placement among this clearly important assembly of icons years ago would suggest a strong familiarity, even affection, for those creatures, which one would expect only of a culture capable of advanced animal husbandry. Surely this pushes Mankind’s calendar of domestication back at least 4,000 years. 

“The human eye has enjoyed a position of mystic honor among nearly all ancient cultures, often regarded as the well of a person’s essence, or a window into one’s soul. Its presence here, as an important emblem of a 12,000-year-old matrilineal, pre-agrarian, paleo-Hebraic clan, can only be interpreted as an early attempt to depict the ageless human quest to create a rational foundation for existence. Indeed, through this rudely cut eye we see a culture possessing a far higher degree of intellectual attainment than was previously supposed. 

“Tell Bekkan lies more than 100 arid miles from the nearest coast, and no significant rivers or streams serve its environs. What, then, can we make of the fish? Quite simply, a great deal. This fish is persuasive evidence that a lively trade once existed between this mysterious people and distant coastal tribes. Exploring that concept further, it’s no stretch to presume that some form of nascent industry – pottery, perhaps, or even textiles, or animal hides – necessarily existed whereby this desert band might support its commerce with the sea. This fish, then, signifies what may be Mankind’s first step toward modern industrialization, and might possibly even hint at an early conceptualization of pan-cultural economic exchange. 

“And, finally, the cross. There has been much debate, and heated argumentation, within our team as to the meaning of this powerful symbol. Some of our experts initially took it for a pictographic expression of the eternal dichotomy between want and plenty, dark and light, good and evil. Others saw it as indicative of a growing spatial awareness, a rudimentary representation of the cardinal directions. However, in view of the virtually universal role the cross would come to occupy in world religious history, we have at last reached a consensus. There can be no question that this figure, scratched by the devout hand of one of Judaism’s ancestral adherents, provides graphic proof of the fundamental human transition from primitive polytheism to a more spiritually evolved state of monotheism. Here, for the first time in recorded history, we have concrete evidence of ancient Man’s first tentative overtures to a lone Creator. 

“Together, this humble, yet astounding assemblage of characters is even now transforming our conception of civilization’s ancient roots. I congratulate you, gentlemen, upon being present at the dawn of a bright new era of historical understanding.” 

The house rises as one man, professors, scientists, philosophers springing to their feet in unison and bursting into thunderous applause. Many a deeply seamed face, previously marked only by thick, whiskered topiary and stern dignity, is suddenly awash in the unfamiliar tears of strong emotion. The man on the dais bows slightly – a nod, really – and accepts the fervent approbation with perfect aplomb. And yet, within the shouts of approval there exists a discordant note, a thin, reedy objection swimming against the roaring tide of scholarly endorsement. It’s a skeletal apparition at the back of the hall, a tweedy old fellow, stamping his patent-leathered planks and hollering through cupped, parchment-yellow hands. 

“You’re wrong!” he bellows. “You’ve got it all wrong!” 

The man on the dais calls for quiet, then fixes his critic with a cool eye. 

“Professor? Do you have something to add to our analysis?” 

“Hebrew is written from right to left, you idiot. It says, ‘Holy mackerel! Look at the ass on that chick!’”woman

Love Conniption

valentineO Well of Beauty! Eye of Light!
I beg you, tell me what I might
Upon the Feast of Valentine
Present to you, to make you mine
From my heart to your own

 O Gallant Knight, O Gentle Soul
Your money cannot make me whole
The only gift I ask of you
Is all your love, so pure and true
Give that, and that alone

A fool I am, that I might try
Your honest favors so to buy
With vulgar baubles, pretty lies
When there behind your azure eyes
Such selfless spirit dwells

We two are joined, My Champion
By bonds that will outlast the sun
No worldly good seems good to me
My only food and drink are thee
All else my heart repels

And yet, My Love, my Waking Dream
As token of my deep esteem
I am resolved to here remand
This box of chocolates in my hand
A Walmart multi-pack!

Are these fat-free? Or sugarless?

How could you cause me such distress?
I’m starting a new diet soon
You’ll blow me up like a balloon!
You’d better take them back

Forgive my thoughtlessness, My Pet
Your body issues to forget
Please take instead, so bright and gay
This red and rosy nose bouquet
Each bloom a joyful psalm

So now I have to find a vase
And sacrifice my counter space?
I mean, who really wants or needs
A bunch of bug-infested weeds?
Your flowers are a bomb.

What madness was it, made me think
To burden you with Nature’s stink?
Perhaps you’d be more keen about
A nice romantic dinner out
At Jardin d’Amore

Do you suggest I should dress up
And in the garlicked darkness sup
From swarthy, sneering Frenchmen’s trays
On snails and flaccid crudités?
Oh, what a crashing bore!

Please don’t be angry, Angel’s Breath
I’d rather die a thousand deaths
Than suffer you an instant’s pique
Would ruby earrings – magnifique!
Win back the smile I crave?

In case you missed it, Philistine
My true birth stone is tourmaline
And this is not a Jared box!
You might as well have brought me rocks
You stupid, selfish knave

That sharp rebuke is justly earned
Those taudry trinkets rightly spurned
But will you let me, Guiding Star
Seek redemption junto al mar
With five nights in Cancun?

And broil my white and creamy hide
In scorching sun and salty tide?
Or would you see me leathery?
Good grief! Whatever did I see
In such a dull buffoon?

Alas, My Dove, a cad I be!
To court a Princess boorishly
More insult I will not impress
With this new Lexus LES
I beg your pardon, please

Pray hold the phone, sweet Honey-Pants!

You are my life, my sustenance

Your lips my food, your breath my wine

The only touch I crave is thine

And now I’ll take those keys

beMine

Getting Ahead of Myself

People who know me will tell you I’m totally visionary.

L2

L-egant!

You see forest, I see trees.

I’m not judging.

I’m also not insensitive to momentous publish issues, and I perceive a crisis looming on the horizon that could soon engulf the nation in a firestorm of controversy.

A firestorm.

This year’s Superbowl is the 48th in a series.

In sports parlance, that’s Superbowl XLVIII.

Roman numerals are fun. They’re like a really easy puzzle, or a not-very-secret language that anybody can read and write.

And then there’s the whole historical thing. The Romans tallied the conquest and spoils of the known world in Xs and Vs, Ms and Cs.

How cool.

Do you suppose 2,614 Parthian prisoners are filthier and more barbaric than MMDXIV of them? I do.

I also think XVI ounces of steamed eel in light garum sauce probably go down easier than 16 ounces of the same.

How could they not?

By rigorous methods of calculation I conclude that next year’s Big Game will be Superbowl XLIX. Admit it – 49 looks good in Roman numerals. It has a nice symmetry, and plenty of Xs. People like Xs.

What’s my point? In 2016 (MMXVI to Lucretius), the Broncos and some lesser team to be determined later will face off in Superbowl 50.

Superbowl L.

How sweet will that be? Just L. As in LibeL.

L1

L-oquent!

L as in Liberty.

L as in Licentious.

L as in Lucky, Loopy, Liederhosen and Lachrymose.

L as in Love.

I welcome the sentiment and the brevity. And folks who Love the Earth will surely approve of the economy. Without a shred of evidence or experience to back it up, I confidently predict a savings on the order of 4,752 metric tons in ink alone. That’s MMMMDCCII to Livy, and a whole passel of squid-juice.

And yet I worry.

I worry that there will be a strong temptation among the marketing set to express the event as Superbowl XXXXX.

Like I said – people like X.

X is sort of dangerous and a little bit naughty. X is seXy, and XXXXX is pure sin. XCVII percent of males between the ages of XIV and XXXII prefer X. It has a hard edge and an in-your-face attitude. X doesn’t care.

It just doesn’t.

L is different. It’s a team player.

L is polite. Modest and self-effacing. L sidles out of the mouth like it’s stepping out of church to sneak a smoke. It shows up V minutes early for everything and picks up after itself before it leaves.

L is your parents’ Roman numeral. Put a Lexus LE  next to a Jaguar XK sometime if you don’t believe me. L has the first II seasons of Downton Abbey on VHS.  It’s numerals Like L that built America.

I hope I’m wrong, but that’s not very Likely, is it? In advertising, form always precedes function and X looks good in a tuX.

Maybe it’s too soon to start fretting about the fate of Superbowl L. As a numeral, L‘s been around for at least MMD years and can take care of itself, right? Still, the X lobby has II years to get organized, and it plays rough.

Come on, Madison Avenue!

Have a heart, ESPN!

WWJD, Roger?

L’s been waiting a long time to come up in the rotation.

It deserves a chance to show what it can do.

L3

L-ementary!

 

Lampshading with the Swells

So bright...

So bright…

The cream of Evergreen society was out in force Monday night at the annual Evergreen Area Chamber of Commerce Winter Gala.

This year’s bash, held at Mount Vernon Country Club and titled “The Future’s So Bright You Gotta’ Wear Shades,” will benefit the chamber’s many programs promoting area business. It was a great opportunity for local capitalists to rub elbows, see and be seen, and model inappropriate eyewear. Dressed to the nines, the festive crowd was a virtual sea of black hose and pinstripe, like a Gambino-family wedding with The Jack McCutchan Jazz Trio instead of Tony Bennett.

Gangsta chic

Gangsta chic

Event organizer and visionary Vicki Pinder had considerately arranged to have booze dispensaries placed about every 10 yards, ensuring that no dangerously parched guest was more than a few steps from relief. A stellar array of appetizers was provided by Evergreen Sports Grill, The Chocolate Moose Catering Co., SoHo Evergreen and A Taste of New York, giving revelers the unique opportunity to dip their lox and bagel in quail and brandied-pear mousse.

More than 250 items were up for bid at the silent auction. Guests were asked to bid on items ranging from the sublime – a hand-crafted Cava Gotica wine cabinet donated by Tesoros, to the sporting – a year’s membership in Blue Quill Angler’s Fly of the Month Club donated by Wayne Bernardo and LPL Financial Services, to the serviceable – a portable tool case put up by Evergreen Drug Co. Though Santa Claus was present in the room, his name appeared on no bid sheet, perhaps due to pressure from Elf’s Local 1.

Organizing for Power

Organizing for Power

Strategically positioned next to the stairs, Evergreen worthies Mike Carter and John Ellis formed an iron gauntlet through which few could pass without purchasing a $20 raffle ticket. With a $1,000 cash prize at stake, it was reassuring to see these two scrupulously honest men transacting ticket sales out of their pants-pockets.

After dinner, Benny Morris of Coldwell Banker and Mary Carrish of Bank of the West chatted amiably in the lobby. Interestingly, neither could precisely name the entrée they had just been served. Based on past experience, Morris leaned toward either chicken or prime rib. Carrish would say only that the meal was “yummy-yummy-shishummy,” a complimentary, if imprecise, appraisal.

WTF?!

WTF?!

At 8:30, chamber President Gary Matson took the podium to announce this year’s Chamber of Commerce award winners. The Volunteer of the Year Award went to prominent barrister Susan Stearns, whose local esteem was only enhanced by the brevity of her acceptance speech.

The coveted Business of the Year Award was bestowed on Colorado Serenity. In his grateful remarks, the publication’s founder, Doug Kinzy, vowed that, by working together, the chamber and local businesses will soon make Evergreen the “best city in the world.” Optimists can interpret this to mean that dollar bowling will soon be available in the Highway 285 corridor.

Lookin' good, Vaughn!

Lookin’ good, Vaughn!

Formally attired like a Monte Carlo baccarat dealer, Vaughn Long presided over the live auction, the evening’s main event. Running the show with good humor and brutal efficiency, he whipped the crowd into a bidding frenzy. The final item on the block was dinner for 10 at the Sculptured House (a.k.a. – Sleeper House), catered by Taste Buds Catering and served by the chamber executive committee. From an initial bid of $1,000, things quickly descended into a savage contest of wills. Carrish, driven by Taste Buds’ “yummy-yummy-shishummy” reputation, won the day for Bank of the West with a masterful $2,200 coup de gras.

Woody Allen not included.

Woody Allen not included.

Though emotionally exhausted, the crowd waited with anticipation to hear the winner of the $1,000 raffle announced. In a stroke of divine justice, the prize went to Ron Reed. Typical of a man as modest as he is great, Reed was not present for the drawing. Admired by all, personal hero to some, Reed’s goodness is surpassed only by his movie-star good looks. A pillar of the community, he is known as a man who would not hesitate for an instant to repay kind words with hard cash. Isn’t that right, Ron?