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Oysters Cartoon

Today's "Six Chix" cartoon by my wife, Isabella Bannerman. At least we don't have to open CD packages anymore. 

Remembrance of Beers Past

Cartoon by Isabella Bannerman

Once I was in a book club that had only men. I know what you’re thinking: “What did you read about, beer?” It’s just that kind of stereotyping that keeps men from forming book clubs and reading Proust together. Whatever. We read a history book. A history of Guinness Stout.

One of our members worked for the company that owned the brewery, and his idea was that we would all read the book, and then rent a bus and visit pubs to further study this important icon of Irish commerce and culture. I guess you could say we were trying to better ourselves through education.

Not that we all actually read the book. It was more a hands-on learning experience, for most of us.

One nugget I will share with you—because I did read it—is that Guinness is creamy because nitrogen gas is injected into it at the tap. That’s why it looks so lovely and mysterious, and why it’s lighter tasting than you’d expect. It was a gimmick Guinness added in the 1959, when lighter-colored beers began to outsell dark ones. As gimmicks go, it’s a good one, like the prize in a box of Cracker Jacks, Henny Youngman's violin, or the Village People spelling out “Y.M.C.A” with their arms. After hearing the song for 40 years, I recently mastered this, and now I look for opportunities to show off my ability, like the grounds crew at Yankee Stadium does while tidying the base path following the sixth inning.

While sampling the stout with the Book Club, it recalled an earlier time in my life when I drank my first Guinness in Dublin. It made me remember the sawdust on the floor, the crackling fire nearby, the small but spirited band playing “The Wild Rover.” Proust’s famous madeleine, the taste of which brought back to him a rush of memories, had been replaced by a pint.

My wife is in a book club that has only women participants. They have read My Brilliant Friend, the first of four books by Elena Ferrante about two friends growing up in postwar Naples, Italy. The series is loosely based on The Lord of the Rings. It takes place in a strange, far-away land, there is a lot of fighting, and men are the Orcs.

The men’s book club lasted but one meeting, as it was always meant to. But as brief as its existence was, it may have been the greatest book club of all time. We learned a lot. About Guinness. About friendship. About nitrogen.

It made me want to learn so much more. Like, do they serve Guinness at Yankee Stadium? And, how can I get on the grounds crew there?

Pirate Cartoon

Today's "Six Chix" cartoon by my wife, Isabella Bannerman. Siri keeps getting smarter and smarter. Uh-oh.

Types of Shovels Cartoon

Today's "Six Chix" cartoon by my wife, Isabella Bannerman. Isabella grew up in Western New York, and experienced the Blizzard of '77. Fortunately, most snow there gets plowed quickly.

Godzilla Vs. Liam Neeson

Illustration by Josh Roepe

While the New Year promises many good things, we must keep in mind that certain human behaviors never evolve. I’m talking about our stubborn and unhealthy habit of underestimating Godzilla and Liam Neeson.  

This was made obvious to me while watching two new movie trailers: Godzilla: King of the Monsters, and Cold Pursuit. In both, mankind continues to make the same mistake over and over again. Fools!

Let’s start with Godzilla, who has to be the most misunderstood creature on the planet, and has been for over 60 years and 33 films. He has been patient with us. Like Frankenstein’s “monster,” we judge him because of the way he looks, rather than acts. He has pulled our bacon from the fire time and time again against the biggest and baddest Kaiju out there. Yes, he may clumsily destroy a city or two while doing so, but when you put this up against the destruction of life as we know it, losing San Francisco doesn’t seem so bad, and maybe real estate prices there will come down to more affordable levels.

Even the government seems to harbor some resentment towards Godzilla, perhaps because it has proven so unable to protect us without his aid and assistance. In the trailer, we witness this exchange:

Haughty congressional panel: “So, you’d want to make Godzilla our pet?”

(laughter)

Ken Watanabe: “No. We would be his.”

Watanabe is from Japan, and has the proper respect for the monster that Americans are sadly lacking.

By the way, Godzilla, despite his late middle age, is looking good. As people point out in the comments section of the online trailer,

“Godzilla definitely didn’t skip leg day these past five years. Damn.” Even more tellingly, someone writes, “Godzilla is a friend, not the Monster!!!” The three exclamation points indicate a frustration we all have with those who do not understand this.

Like Godzilla, Liam Neeson tries to live a quiet life but is constantly called to resolve a situation not of his own making. His antagonists are human monsters. People who make the mistake of messing with his family. And this happens regularly, like clockwork, as the Cold Pursuit comments section makes plain:

“If Liam Neeson is your father, you are sure to die soon or be abducted.”

“Still, they dare to kill or abduct his children?”

“When will these people learn?”

They will never learn. Not as long as such behavior continues to pay off at the box office again and again and again. As one commentator writes,

“Taken” on a “Cold Pursuit” through “The Grey,” he’ll “Run All Night” “Non-Stop” because he’s “The Commuter.”

If any of the villains were film fans, they would know to steer clear of the gentle-appearing Neeson, as he has “a certain set of skills.” Bad guys, you are going to get your just desserts. And a theater-full of people will applaud your richly deserved demise.

Godzilla Vs. Kong is up next in 2020. King Kong as an opponent? That’s fine, but why not Liam Neeson? That’s what the public wants to see. An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

Since neither can be defeated, I recommend a plot like this: Godzilla’s child, Little Godzilla, is kidnapped along with Liam’s daughter, who was babysitting. Only by overcoming their initial animosity and combining forces can the two hope to get their kids back. It’s a buddy movie between a Japanese monster with an atomic heat beam and an Irish nice guy who can kill you with a sharp glance.

Liam will have to cover most of the dialog.

Robot Cartoon

Today's "Six Chix" cartoon by my wife, Isabella Bannerman. When the robots take over, they will still have to contend with our problems. 

The Daddoni Movement

Illustration by Isabella Bannerman

Maybe you’ve heard of the Italian word “Mammoni,” which means “Mamma’s boy” in Italy. It refers to men in their twenties and thirties who live at home with their parents and are lavishly tended to by their adoring mothers. Some of the recent statistics about the Italian economy will tell you that it’s all about unemployment, lack of affordable housing, and the collapse of the social safety net. Blah, blah, blah. I am trying to turn my sons into Daddoni, because I don’t want them to leave.

I miss my sons terribly when they are away. When we are together, they seem perfectly happy to listen to my keen insights on topics including the proper ranking of Jimmy Page guitar solos, (“Heartbreaker” takes the top spot), snow shoveling strategies, and the primacy of thin crust pizza. These are all topics we agree on—happily debating them for the 10,000^th time—which, in my book, is a good thing.

So, while they are home, either on school break or visiting from the city, I spoil them mercilessly, in hopes that they realize the sweet life is found right here at home sweet home. Their laundry barely hits the floor before it’s washed and folded. Let me iron that shirt for you. How ‘bout a turkey sandwich, the way you like it with lots of pepper and mayo? Chips? They protest, knowing it’s a trap.

It’s said that kids leaving home is “the natural order of things.” But until fairly recently, it used to be natural for all the generations of a family to live together. We have replaced those family members with electronics, trying to alleviate the loneliness we feel. Alexa has replaced Nonna, and Facetime, real time.

We were meant to live like the Neapolitan families in Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend, crowded into an apartment building surrounded by other families, everybody within screaming distance. Nobody lonely there, but they did want to kill each other a lot of the time. Okay, maybe there’s something in between. Like a big, roomy apartment in Rome overlooking the Trevi Fountain, with a restaurant down below where you can sit outside and have a plate of Spaghetti alla Carbonara and a nice Chianti. If we lived there, I can assure you our kids would not move out. I wouldn’t even have to do their laundry.

Being a Daddoni would be simpler in Italy, and more accepted. “Jim does such a good job with the boys’ laundry—their shirts smell like a fresh spring day—how could they ever leave?” My example might even spur other fathers to join my Daddoni movement, relieving the unfair burden of pampering our offspring from the moms.

But who knows. Maybe it’s best they do leave and experience new things before they learn that it’s better to find one good thing—in movies, that would be Mad Max: Fury Road—and stick with it. These are lessons they have to find out for themselves, like Lenù and Lila in My Brilliant Friend, who learn that the old neighborhood is best, and there’s no reason to ever leave it.

Well, that was my reading of it.