The party's over
People think Buzz is always out partying. We are not! At 4 a.m. Sunday, we were at the emergency room of Kenmore Mercy. But we admit, we were having fun. You walk in, and immediately you're handed a complaint form. You fill out "Name," and then "Complaint." One other form was lying there, and Buzz peeked at it. The guy had described his complaint as, simply, "Drunk." He was dressed nice, and splayed on his bed, and the place was so quiet that all we heard for a long time was his snoring, and the beeping of a machine somewhere. Then he must have awoken, because we heard the doc tell him: "I'm sorry. I'm limited as to what I can give you, because of all the alcohol." Ha, ha! The guy probably asked for a shot.
Two peas in a pod
At least in the E.R. you get time to read. Howard, the guy we married, had brought along his favorite book, Father Edward T. Dunn's "Delaware Avenue: Mansions and Families." It's like the Bible -- you always find something new in it. Such as how Assemblyman Sam Hoyt is the spitting image of his ancestor, William Ballard Hoyt, who resided at 841 Delaware Ave. William B. Hoyt died in 1915 after an unsuccessful appendectomy. But clearly, his legacy lives on.
One thing we love about Jimmy Griffin, who wants to be our next county executive: He's quotable. Not everyone is. Sunday, Griffin was on "Hardline," Kevin Hardwick's show on WBEN-AM. One caller said, "Good morning, Mr. President." Griffin said, "Good morning, Hank." Someone asked about trimming government. Griffin said if people wanted government the way it is, just leave it alone. A caller brought up the sale of Fulton Street to the Senecas. And though we didn't agree with Griffin's answer, we loved it. "That was my old neighborhood," Griffin said. "That street isn't a through street. Grab the $600,000 and say, "Thank you.'"
Used to be ...
... his town, too! Last weekend, a Preservation Society downtown tour yielded two lessons. One, we must find a way to cut off people who say things like "My grandmother used to own that house," and then hold forth on who she was, when she died, what her income was, etc. Secondly, scholars, no matter how scholarly, shouldn't forget to laugh. The tour guide stayed absolutely stonefaced as she told how on Chippewa Street, where now sits Starbucks, once sat the home of Mr. Used-to-Be. (God knows how it was spelled -- Eustabee, Ustaby?) All those old blues songs talk about "my old-time used-to-be." Now we know where he lived.
... Cheers to that sports bar on Pine Avenue in Niagara Falls, planning to refurbish Honey's Restaurant's great old 1950s pink elephant sign. All vintage motels should do likewise. Niagara Falls, N.Y., should bring back that Marilyn Monroe-era 1950s glory. That's one area where Niagara Falls, Ont., can't touch us.
"We lost Briere, we lost Drury, but we haven't lost JoAnn Falletta" -- Assemblyman Sam Hoyt, counting Buffalo's blessings at Hamlin House breakfast