October 28, 2008
What Not to Wear: The Margo/Marie Years
My brother's ladyfriend, Ms. Margo, is featured prominently in Clinton Kelly's latest book,
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June 25, 2008
Voice Recognition
I subscribe to a free service called CallWave that saves you the minutes charges of calling to your voicemail by setting up your voicemail through your phone number. And since you're obvs in your network, it's a free call. You can also listen to and archive the messages online. The other bonuses of CallWave, if you want to call them that, is that they email and text you a written version of the message. This leads to some hilarious interpretations, but generally you can get the jist of the message. Like, take, the below. A message I just got from my Dad. Relevant portions bolded:
"..how are you we're fine beautiful day I went back to the government tell the just well after pulling over the whole, wine rack on top of me last night mountain broke a bottle of flowers and got a few bruises, but apparently survive and I was telling the drummer colleges why this unusual bruise on my leg and she says, how old are you so listen. I discovered that I wrist amount has 2 versions of our town or my town whatever is you know that great song she wrote, fantastic song, on you to and one of them is was sitting around with Mary Black and name is Lou Harrison someone's living room and doing it and the other is her just singing it and the sound quality on her just individual thing is so wonderful plus they print the words out and as you know as you probably know, the worse or absolutely incredible, so epp I'm it's just like there's so many, great things don't you too and you just kind of discover, you know by following a trail and I hadn't. I've got an Irish demand CD, but it doesn't - I don't think have our town on it and somewhat if you would do me a favor, if you don't know that's they'll listen to it so we can talk about it and if you do go listen to it you've big old earlier, OK now I'm going to go over and play with my cats so I have to prioritize and get off the phone with humans, love you oh here's real good news in case Matt hadn't told you Donnie was accepted it sent Johnson Annapolis so is he said now I don't have to apply that 12 or 15 schools make sure I get in one you know I can apply to the you know 5 or so that I'm really interested in and relax you know, so that was great news, love you so much really like."
So, you know...the gist.
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June 17, 2008
Why I Love My Dad: Part One of Infinity
Commentary (written in black sharpie) on a recent Cintra Wilson article he mailed to me: "Although a good writer, CW is an asshole."
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June 05, 2008
MY BROHAN IS ENGAGED!!!
Matt and Margo have semi-sealed the deal! Here's a picture of them right after the proposal (and acceptance!) in verdant Montreal over Memorial Day Weekend. WHHEEEE! So excited to welcome my sister from another mister (and hopefully from another Mom) to the fam. Best of luck at the Hassle Castle (Hasselhoff Castlehoff), Margo! We are as tall in love as we are in corpora.
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Off Off Broadway
Margo's newest movie, Off Off Broadway, is online HERE. It's very good, and lending a fun diversion on this windy, rainy and frigid day. Also, bonus info: I (kind of) went on a date(-ish) with the guy in the beard in the first five minutes. Of course, it didn't work out, seeing as I LIVE IN DENVER. But whatever. As if you couldn't tell by like the last 50 posts (minus the Door to Door Organics one), I am (kind of) constantly fondled by fame(-ish).
UPDATE: Margo's in pasties!
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May 18, 2008
Talented Lady
My girlfriend-in-law has put up a web site to showcase her awesome self. It's small and lovely - just like her - and located here.
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May 11, 2008
Mwah!
I love you, Mom, you black-diamond badass.
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March 10, 2008
Cloudiya Explains It All
Exciting news from Margo...er, I mean Cloudiya Noque.
"We, the creators of 'Trillions,' our camp homage to the nighttime soaps of the 1980s, are proud to announce our featured series full-season debut on PitTV, the video channel of the People's Improv theater and the Independent Comedy Network, which works with top emerging comedy talent to develop, license and distribute episodic comedy content.
We owe a great deal of thanks to PitTV's Ali Farahnakian ("Saturday Night Live","Video Shmideo") and Kevin Allison ("The State") for their belief in and support of our work, and for making this possible!!!
New episodes will air every two weeks on PitTV's main page... Just follow the link below, and bookmark it!
http://thepit.independentcomedy.tv/
Find more videos like this on People's Improv Theater
NB: Look for my brother - wearing a conspicuous amount of "base" - in episode three (above)! And Joe as the face transplant Doctor in Episode Six!
Watch some of the ep's NOW I tell ye, NOW over at Margo's Youtube Page or just search for "Trillions."
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February 01, 2008
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!
Brother Matt (or "BM" as he's known around the house) just called to say he passed the Series 7!!!!!!!!
WHOOOOHOOOO! to the whee power.
This has been about six months of horrific book-hitting and practice-testing in the coming, so we are all relieved and ecstatic that it's OVER. Congratulations, brother my brother!
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December 19, 2007
Talking It Through: Tip of the Day
I think the holiday season is a good time to remind your aging parents that if you are ever put in the position of being their primary caregiver and they refuse to follow your advice, recommendations or demands as such, that you will contact INS and have them deported. Repeating the phrase, "Look - that's just the way it's gonna go," may aid the discussion.
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November 26, 2007
Dialogue
Dad: You know what this is?
Bree: What?
Dad: An heirloom tomato.
Dad: You know what's wrong with it?
Bree: What?
Dad: Tastes like crap. No plup. Or as some pronounce it, pulp.
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November 20, 2007
Welcome Home
"If there was a comic about Bree, it'd be a mix of Ghost World and Cathy." - Brother Matt (BM)
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October 24, 2007
Zombie Love
Here's a little PSA for the National Resources Defense Council (a place I sooooo almost took a job at back in 2000!) made by my lovely little Margo and her budz.
If you like it, be sure to comment on Youtube as it apparently really helps with the circulation. If you don't like it, you're not invited to Thanksgiving.
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September 29, 2007
Badassitude: A Family Affair
Here's a little piece about my great-great-grandfather (Merriman Little) and his connection to Jesse James. Perhaps Brad Pitt would like to get together over a sherry and discuss my heritage...? I have free time this week, Brad. Just sayin'.
In 1879, Jesse James, the famous Missouri bandit visited Union County, North Carolina. Although there is a James family in the county, Jesse didn’t come to see them, as some people assume. In fact, Jesse James was not related to anyone in Union County, but members of his band of outlaws did live near Marshville. The man who was responsible for Jesse’s visit was Lorenzo “Merriman” Little who was originally from Stanly County, and in 1879 lived about three miles from Marshville, very close to the Union-Anson County line. Little was a fascinating man, both feared and respected in that part of the country.
Merriman Little was born February 8, 1829 in the lower part of Montgomery County that later became Stanly County. He grew up in an area near the Reed Gold Mine (Cabarrus County) and as a young man worked as a miner. He was the second oldest of ten children born to James and Sophia (Klutz) Little. About 1855, Merriman Little left Stanly County, bound for the gold fields of California, eventually settling in Tuolumne County. He was there working as a miner with his cousin, William R. Tucker, of Cabarrus Co, NC, when the Civil War broke out. Many Southern men returned to their native states in the early days of the war and signed up to fight for the Confederacy. Little chose to stay in California, a state that was part of the Union but with a great many loyal Southern men.
Little was a Southern man through and through and became involved in an organization known as the Knights of the Golden Circle or KGC. The KGC was a secret, clandestine, paramilitary organization bent on causing trouble in Union states and was active in recruiting men for Confederate service. Little eventually became a Confederate soldier, joining up as a mounted scout with Company A, Baylor’s Arizona Regiment (CSA). Because of a remarkable set of circumstances, he would ultimately meet ex-Quantrill men Cole Younger and John Jarrett. Younger and Jarrett were from Missouri, but at the end of the war found themselves assigned to assist a select group of men from the Arizona Regiment on a dangerous recruiting mission to California. It was Younger and Jarrett who organized a group of men after the war to rob banks. That group would include Frank and Jesse James, and by 1872 was widely known as the James-Younger Gang.
Merriman Little was present at the first daylight bank robbery in U. S. history which occurred at Liberty, Missouri on February 13, 1866. He would soon afterwards return to North Carolina where he married on Nov 8, 1866 in Union County to Hester E. Curlee, of the New Salem area. Even though they lived in Stanly County for several years, just across the Rocky River from Union County, he continued his association with members of the James-Younger Gang. In 1873, they moved to Union County, to a house which stood off of old Lawyers Road, near Marshville, not far from the Anson County town of Peachland (known as Mulcahy at the time).
Little would eventually recruit a young neighbor, Andrew Moorman “Mome” Diggs, who lived just across the Anson County line into the gang. Together with other men, Little and Diggs would assist Jesse and Frank James as well as the Younger Brothers to rob banks across the country. In December 1874, Union County men robbed the Tishomingo Savings & Loan in Corinth, Mississippi. The next day Jesse James and the Youngers robbed a bank in Muncie, Kansas. The two attacks were designed to throw off lawmen and until research revealed the North Carolina faction of the James Gang, everyone was at a loss to explain how Jesse managed to conduct two robberies in distant places only a day apart.
Jesse James came to North Carolina to visit Merriman Little in 1879. He may have stayed for several weeks traveling in and around the area of Marshville and Olive Branch in Union County and Peachland and Polkton in Anson County. He also visited Rocky River Springs and the Oakboro area of Stanly County. Little and Diggs would later join Jesse and Frank in Nashville, Tennessee. Incredibly, a photograph of Jesse and Frank with the two North Carolinians along with others survived, and is currently on display at the Jesse James Farm Museum in Kearney, Missouri.
Merriman Little and Mome Diggs lived very colorful lives. Little would survive his outlaw partner, dying of old age in 1903 in Union County. He is buried at the Edmund L. Davis Cemetery, on Olive Branch Road. His obituary confirmed that he was a member of the James Gang.
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July 23, 2007
Moment to Brag
My ****AWESOME**** nephew made this!!!!!!
(Watch for a cameo from Max, the super-beast.)
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July 21, 2007
Happy Happy Birthday to the Leader of the Pack!
Excellence, indeed.
The biggest love and kisses and birthday wishes to you, my absolute favorite lady on this planet - and beyond. Like on Venus, Pluto and...you know...Uranus. (Mars too.)
I love you to bitty bits, Mom!!! But that shouldn't come as much of a surprise. After all, you're about as lovable as cusses get.
XOOXOXXO to the 8th bazillion power! <-- Totally.
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July 06, 2007
Impossible to Top
This picture from Matt just made my month. Reeeedonx.
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June 17, 2007
Really Just Gotta Say...
There's just no way I could love my Dad any more than I do. My heart is plum bursting for that guy. Plum. Bursting.
I love you to bitty bits, Dad.
Thank you for everything you do, and everything you've taught us to be. Thank you for showing us that one must always live with pride and compassion and generosity of character. Thank you for giving us perspective and warmth and strength. Thank you for making us laugh and read and eat and learn and debate and and trust and hug and smile and greet every new experience - and every new day - with joy and curiosity.
I can't say it enough - you are the best Dad we've had since Mom threw out that other guy.
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April 24, 2007
Why It's Fun to Travel with My Brother (A Play in Four Acts)
Act I: Food
Act II: Drink
Act III: Adventure
Act IV: Musica
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April 02, 2007
My Daddy's Done BUSTED
In every sense of the word...
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February 21, 2007
Bad News
My Aunt Marian just died after a year-long battle with cancer. She was my father's sister, and my only aunt. I don't think I'll be traveling to the funeral, which will be in Charlotte on Monday, but it remains to be seen. I'll go if my Dad wants me there, and I'll go with love on my mind and hugs in my heart.
Thank you all for your support through this past year, and now.
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February 08, 2007
Dad Talk
It's amazing what a little Dad time can do for my state of mind. Both he and I have had so much going on recently, that I've almost avoided calling him for fear there just wouldn't be time to have the conversation I needed to have. Luckily, that's not how he thinks about things - so he called last night while I was getting ready to go out, and - in about twenty minutes - righted my path.
The only picture ever taken where my head looks normal-sized.
Among the gems exhorted was the reminder that when I was through with this process, I would have the (obveez) equivalent of several Masters degrees worth of life experience. And even if it was a total wash, that alone would make it worthwhile. He also told me that almost no successful businessperson is successful at their first try - but that trying was the success. In essence, he took all my fears - and laughed them away - and said, "You're great - you'll be great - this'll be great!"
How lucky I am for the family I have. For those who don't know them, it's impossible to describe how special they all are. For those who do know them, none of this unconditional support or limitless love or intelligent, sophisticated and passionate attitude towards life comes as any surprise.
On that note, I had a thought this morning that made me pretty sad. That the one person I'd really like to talk to about how scary this all is is my Nana. In case you haven't boned up on my family history of late, my Nana is the reason behind all of this. An incredibly driven and successful entrepreneur, she moved to a town where she didn't know anyone, bought a house, started a business, raised a daughter and divorced a husband in a time when most women were still starching their crinolines. How she got the guts to do all of that, I would love to know. And it breaks my heart that I can't ask her.
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February 02, 2007
Better Late Than Never: Today's the Best. Day. Ever.
Why?
Because it's the anniversary of the day my Dad was born into this world! And my Dad kicks ass like the Sheriff of Asskickery (pop. 4).
LOVE!
LOVE!
LOVE!
LOVE!
YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING DA!
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January 25, 2007
Some Assy News
From my mom, tonight, that my Aunt's cancer has moved into her brain and she's been in the hospital since Monday. Today she was having trouble breathing and the doctors were/are considering a ventilator. I may be heading to North Carolina very shortly.
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December 26, 2006
Dialogue
MPN: See, Mom does like strawberries. Dad said she didn't.
KBN: I knew she did - she used to grow them. She wouldn't grow anything she didn't like.
MPN: She grew you.
(Pause)
Merry Christmas.
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November 08, 2006
Mass-ive Attack
Five things I'm going to miss this Thanksgiving, in alpha order:
The Matt.
The Matt.
The Misha.
The Mounties.
The Muscovites.
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October 14, 2006
Anniversary Party
As of today, these crazy cats have been romancing the stone for 39 years. Way to go team! One more year and I think we have to all pitch in and buy you a camel or something...no worries...just saying...
Coupla wiseasses
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September 26, 2006
Completely Bogus Long Distance Character Defamation
According to one of my unnamed New York sources, the man I once called my brother has apparently been spreading sis slander all over town like mayo on an Oscar Mayer sandwich. In my inbox this morning:
"I just thought you should know that Matthew has blamed you for interfering with his piety AND giving him the (quote) 'silent shakes' in church."
!!!!!!!!!!
The words "total" and "horseshit" spring to mind.
It twere Matt all along. Occasionally, occasionally, I might've come up with a touching quip or witticism to share during our holy time, but most of my hours were spent on my knees, rigid and devout. Mouth shut, eyes to God.
Regardless, this disparagement misses the genesis of the matter. The real perpetrator? The sole reason the N*elys were referred to as "the bad family" (erm...true.) at St. John's house of wafers? The man who would make us wear our coats to communion so that we might sneak out afterwards? The community leader who once fell off a prayer rail - sparking a fit of hysteria that neither time nor societal norms nor the threat of eternal damnation could quell? The trusted patriarch who would draw pictures and notes gently pointing out the idiosyncracies (read: toupees/ugly coats) of our fellow worshippers and then pass them down the pew to us?
I think you know who I'm talking about.
And it tweren't me.
But I did learn from the master.
Matt - you're a dead man this Christmas. If Mom doesn't sit between us I'm going to make it my mission to get you kicked out of the service. You heard me. My mission. And you better pray Mom wears the entirety of her fur wardrobe - as that's how much pelt you're gonna need to muffle them chiggles. And we both know - that's a lot of fucking fur. Godspeed.
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September 20, 2006
Confidential to M*D
Aw dudes.
Your lil Brix misses you so.
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August 22, 2006
Not To Be All Solipsistic or Anything...
but why is it that the second my family lands in Russia, everything goes haywire?
Perhaps we'd all feel better after a brisk massaging. Then again, perhaps not.
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August 09, 2006
Fam-a-Dam in the News!
Look at my famous Mom! Perhaps the only Garden Club member to perform her municipal duties in Dior shades but hell, someone's gotta put the nasty in nasturium. Might as well be a N*ely.
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August 03, 2006
Quoth the Sister-in-Law Forevermore
N: "You shouldn't wear dresses like that."
B: "Really? Fuck...I know. It's totally unflattering. But I like it."
N: "Well sure, you can wear it, just don't wear it if you're ever trying to impress anyone."
B: "I wore it to breakfast with [INSERT EX-BOYFRIEND'S NAME] this morning. I know it looks shitty...I know...it's 100 degrees out...I swear it looked cute before...it's all stretched out..."
N: "You want me to be honest, right? I can't wear that kind either."
B: "By 'that kind' - you mean like Brian Wilson's muumuu?"
N: "What?"
B: "Nothing...nothing..."
End scene.
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June 24, 2006
It's Late...and I Shouldn't Be Up...
But, hey. I am.
And here's one of the best pieces I've ever read, straight from my "Uncle" Mike, who was my Mom's best friend in high school. (She's the "Elaine" at the end, for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of her acquaintance.) I think you'll enjoy the beauty of this sentiment as much as we all have over years of reading and rereading it:
November 3, 2001
Michael Quadland
Today I was invited to ride with the Fairfield Hunt, which moved from Westport, CT a number of years ago, to Bridgewater CT, as they had run out of open land down along the CT coast. Bridgewater is very beautiful, with rolling hills that remind me of Williamstown in the 1950’s.
I was excited, but a bit nervous, never having actually hunted before. Bill, the guy who invited me, just said to hold back, that guests ride at the rear of the hunt and generally stay out of the way. Fine with me!
Saturday dawned rainy, but the hunt was undaunted. We gathered in a field by the kennel for the hounds. I was struck by how beautiful it was…the mist rising from the wet grass, the riders in their red jackets, called “pinks” for those who have earned their colors, and black for us who have not. I felt as if I were riding in a tuxedo…riding jacket, yellow waistcoat, white shirt and tie, black boots, tan britches. I loved the hounds barking and creating a big fuss, the huntsman with his horn, the hush of the riders.
As warned, I held back. When we got to the field where the hunt was to begin, the Master of the Hunt invited my friend Bill to ride up front with him, as Bill was hosting the breakfast after the hunt. (Protocol everywhere!) So Bill trotted up to the lead, leaving me alone at the rear. A few minutes later, I hear “Michael” from the Master of the Hunt, and I look around, wondering who he’s yelling for. It’s me, of course, invited to ride up at the head, as Bill’s guest.
So there I was, never having hunted before, riding at the head of the Fairfield Hunt. I couldn’t help recalling that scene from Auntie Mame when she rushes ahead of the pack, trapped in her saddle.
The amazing thing about hunting is that you stand around a lot, waiting for the hounds to pick up a fox, but once they do, Tallyho! You’re off, galloping through woods, mud, water, through open fields, watching for holes, and of course, over fences of every sort. The horses are in incredible shape (I was riding one of Bill’s horse, not Scarlatti) and just go and go. It’s amazing. Three hours in the saddle, non stop racing. I loved every second, of course. Couldn’t wipe the smile off my mud-spattered face.
Toward the end, as we rested for a time in a field, the Master of the Hunt took me aside and said, “You know, whenever you hire someone, you take a risk, and the risk is that that person will be better than you, and someday he’ll have your job. I think I made that mistake this morning,” he said. “When I invited you to ride up here with me.” And he shook my hand. “Someday you’re going to have my job.”
It was a moment. One that made me think back over almost fifty years to the days in Williamstown when Elaine and I used to head out in snow or sun into woods or fields, fearless and joyful.
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June 18, 2006
Confidential to Tom in Western Mass
Happy Father's Day, you big ole bucket of guts!
Thanks for all the hugs, Da.
You are sorely missed.
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May 23, 2006
Lopes! Lopes! Lopes!
Happy 40th birthday shout-outs to the best damned Lopes in the business. Wishing I was there to raise a glass - ahem, carafe - of horseradish vodka, but no worries - this July, the celebrations will come fast-like, furious-like and fully ridicky-donkey-like.
You know.
It's how my family do.
Love and love and a whole lot more where that came from.
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May 14, 2006
Mmmm. Love. Big, Big, Big Time Love for Best All Time Maman.
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March 30, 2006
Feliz Quinceañera
Look, I know we're not Hispanic. And, fine, Dania's not a girl. But damnit, the boy deserves a Quinceañera shout-out as he's done gone and turned 15 on us!
You know what that means, right?
Only one more year 'til he puts the "D" in "designated driver". Hey come on - everyone in this family has to chip in when the cards are down. There's no shame in helping out your Auntie.
Word.
Hey!
Congratulations "Little D"!
You make us very, very proud. And not just because you're the only one with earning potential. You're the best. And you've got stellar balance. So thanks for bringing that to the family gene pool. Lord knows we need it.
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March 04, 2006
Obituary
WILLIAMSTOWN -- Dorothy Hickey, 90, of Woodcock Road died yesterday at Crescent Manor Care Centers in Bennington, Vt.
A licensed nursing home administrator, Mrs. Hickey purchased the main house of the former Sweet Brook Farm in 1948 and established Sweet Brook Nursing Home. In 1968, she joined with local doctors and lawyers to build a new, 80-bed facility for her nursing home business on Cold Spring Road.
She served on the board of directors of Sweet Brook and oversaw multiple additions to the facility, the development of the building of Sweetwood Continuing Care Retirement Community, and the purchase and subsequent additions to Crescent Manor Care Centers in Bennington.
She was active in the business until the sale of Sweet Brook to Northern Berkshire Health Systems in 1999.
Born in Greenfield on May 13, 1915, daughter of Samuel Partridge and Minnie Harris Billings, she graduated from Deerfield Academy in 1933 and from New England Baptist School of Nursing in 1936.
Mrs. Hickey was also a registered nurse and did private duty nursing at New England Baptist.
She married James Walter Hickey in 1939 and moved to Williamstown in 1946. The couple were later divorced.
A button collector, she was a member of the button societies of New York, Massachusetts and Connecticut. She also enjoyed gardening.
She was predeceased by three brothers, Francis Sidney Billings, George Morton Billings and Forrest Cowles Billings.
FUNERAL NOTICE -- The funeral for Dorothy Billings Hickey will be celebrated Tuesday, March 7, at 11 at St. John's Episcopal Church in Williamstown by the Rev. Peter Elvin, rector. Burial will follow in the family plot in Southlawn Cemetery, South Williamstown. Calling hours at FLYNN & DAGNOLI-MONTAGNA HOME FOR FUNERALS, WEST CHAPEL, 521 West Main St., North Adams, will be Monday from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9. Floral tributes may be sent or memorial donations are suggested for the Crescent Manor Scholarship Fund, Crescent Manor Care Centers, 312 Crescent Boulevard, Bennington, VT 05201, or through the funeral home.
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March 02, 2006
Some Favorites
Click through for more...
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February 28, 2006
Sad Times
This past week has been a brutal one. After nearly a decade of steadily advancing Alzheimer's, my awesome, awesome, awesome Nana is dying. As any of you who have been through a similar agony of anticipation will recognize, we are - as a family - in the throes of restlessness, relief, anger and grief - all at once. Phone calls and e-mails with my lovies have been much appreciated.
It fills my heart with happiness that I have such wonderful, considerate and compassionate friends and family.
Thanks for the support.
Thanks also for the support hose. Lord knows these gams could use a break.
My favorite ladies
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February 27, 2006
Nana
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February 11, 2006
Quote of the Day
"My...whatever he's called...anus doctor..."
Guess who?
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February 09, 2006
¡¡¡Madness Esta Aqui!!!
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February 08, 2006
13 Hours 45 Minutes
TO MADNESS!!!
First thing's first: after Stella and I pick Matt up at DIA tomorrow, we're headin' straight to Sheplers for a spanking new pair of cowboy boots. This is in line with my theory that every break-up warrants las botas nuevas.
In my experience, 300 bucks worth of quality craftmanship can go surprisingly far in mending a wounded heart. And I'm right. I mean, how could you doubt the judgment of a girl who looks so sensible in a pale yellow cardigan at the age of 1 1/2?
Seriously, yo.
Pass the Gerber.
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Why Take Names...
when you're so damned busy kicking ass?
21 1/2 HOURS TO MADNESS!!!
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(Abbreviated) Countdown
The boarding school I attended, Northfield Mount Hermon, has an innovative and valuable policy: each student, regardless of level of financial assistance, must work several hours a week on campus. As a freshman, I spent my first trimester in the kitchen...and second and third in the dishroom. Bear in mind this was at West Hall: the largest private school dining facility in North America. Oh good times!
As one might imagine, the middle-aged Greenfield, Massachusetts yokels I worked with in this institute of fine cuisine were truly among the most interesting fellas my 14-year-old self had ever come across. Case in point?
When AC/DC came to Hartford, these brave souls all pitched in and rented a limo in which to attend this melodious musical melange. You could cut the excitement like a two-day old enchilada. And, adding to this anticipatory angst, the "boys" hung up a makeshift sign cum tearaway calendar nearly a month in advance. And oh, much like the advent, how we naive serfs eagerly looked forward to tearing a day off this aptly named COUNTDOWN TO MADNESS!!!! each and every morning. For each and every morning brought us one step closer to firsthand tales of that dude who still wears a schoolboy uniform and plays the guitar with that straight-leg dance thing.
So here's to you, Paul. Here's to you, Stan. Here's to you, guy who looked like the lead singer of Fine Young Cannibals aka "She Drives Me Crazy." And here's to you, AC/DC for inspiring the phenomenon that has come to define most of my adult life.
That said?
Welcome to my very own COUNTDOWN TO MADNESS!!!!
25 and 1/2 hours 'til this kid gets here:
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February 06, 2006
STD (the good kind)
It looks like Denver's got its hooks in me. I think I'm staying, at least for a time.
So what?
So let's dance!
That said, my return to NYC on March 10 will bring us all a prime opportunity to have one final blow-out at the N*ely's favorite vodka hall, The Russian Samovar. Call it a 30th birthday party, call it a going-away party, call it a chance to pretend you're 24 again - whatever you call it, be sure to save the night of March 11th for some. serious. serious. fun.
Serious.
Just ask Nicole Kidman:
Ooooh, I'm already atwitter!!! Get your party pants READY people!
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February 02, 2006
Big Birthday Shout-Out
To the most super fantastic dad ever! MWAAAAH!
Huge smooches, huge ups and huge love to my all-time absolute favorite.
Now get out there and feel around in the driveway - I swear, the special birthday surprise camo car is there! SWEAR! LOOK HARDER!
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January 31, 2006
Best. News. Ever.
I rang in this past New Year's with old friends, champagne, burned Russian superstitions and some seriously good feelings about 2006. For one thing, I knew it had to better than 2005. Truth be told, 2005 kind of blew - in lots of different ways, for lots of my friends and family.
But dem days is past!
Judging from the sensational happenings in NY and NA over the last two weeks, as well as the wonderful times I've been rockin' all Colorado-like, 2006 has already pistol-whipped 2005 and is fast on the way to stealing its rims and knockin' up its girl.
Latest amazement?
MATT GOT A COMMERCIAL! MATT GOT THE LEAD IN A COMMERCIAL!
A new national K-Mart commercial! Filming Thursday!
Matt is my brother! My favorite brother!
My favorite brother who's coming here next week!
My favorite brother who's gonna be all about 8balls and whores up to the Chateau Marmont now that he's super famous!
(Go ahead brother, you earned it!)
Congratulations, Matt! Way to go, way to be, way to show that Target who's the real boss. (And I don't mean Zayres. Or Judith Light.)
And now I have to ammend my categories to include Awesome Relations Who Kick It (Awesomely). Will the toil of this Web site ever cease?!
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December 13, 2005
K. Elaine: Adventure Capitalist
From the bunny slope to the money...uh...money dope...
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