Happy Halloween

The streets of Pepinoville were full of frolickers; it was as if there were no cable t.v., Game Boys, or computers. Dads and moms, grandparents, and kids mingled and shouted "Happy Holloween", and "Thank you", and "How are you?"

Me queda encantado,

Pepino S.

Fine Line

My dear daughter, Li'l Pepinita, nurturing my love for books, gifted me Alan Alda's new memoir, Never Have Your Dog Stuffed. Alda isn't just the actor behind the great Hawkeye Pierce of M.A.S.H., the fellah can scratch out a good line or two. The title of his autobio is brilliant enough, but pales in comparison to the first line of his book, one of the goofiest I've ever stumbled across:

Chapter 1

"My mother didn't try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown signs of oddness before that..."

Alda's book shows, page after page, that it takes a cruely bizarre childhood to eventually be nominated for 32 Emmy Awards, write, act, and produce in dozens of movies, and get home in time for dinner. Actors

My favorite chapter so far? Chapter 4, which tells the tale of Alda's childhood pet that eventually ended up stuffed next to the den fireplace.

Leo,
Pepino Lector

Applebee's

If I got one call about my promise to review Ron Fournier's Applebee's America, I got a million. Tranqui, tranqui, nieghbors, I'll get to it. I only finished the tome of marketing wisdom a week ago. I guy has to digest all the universal truth it contains, and peep at the new issue of Mad Magazine before a guy can synthesis how it has changed a guy's course in life. Chill.
My long awaited comments on reknown author, wiffle ball allstar, and quick-witted recontour Ron Fournier and his Pulitzer-bound tear-jerker, Applebee's America will appear in various November entries. As Granny would say, "Keep your pants on. Or, " Hold your horses. Or, "Where's the fire". Or, a sharp, stinging thimble pie to the temple.

Super ocupado,
Pepino Suave

Tech Support Plea

Hey, my tech-savvy readers. How do I get great icons, like the one to the left, on my sidebar? Maybe brother Casi Italiano is out there reading this. Could you punch-in and help out a 'mano? I want to get these hot links on this baby before the rest of the world catches on and I'm just coughing road dust.

Atrasado,

Peppy

Haunting Begins

The first handful of many Holloween bashes were held yesterday. Above, a Li'l Pumkin displays the gastromical offerings at Pepinoville's Santo Sobrio Lutheran Church annual celebration of the Satanic. It was followed by revelry at Pepinoville Elementary Escuela de Expectaciones Realisticas. Li'l Pepinita enjoyed a day full of haunts, starch, salt, sugar, corn syrup, and artificial flavors.
Only 48 hours until actual Holloween day, and there is still plenty instructional time to be interrupted in celebration of things spooky. On Tuesday, let's put behind No Child Left Untested, cancel math class, and have a costume parade.
Remember, it's about the kids.
Asustado,
P. Boo Sauve

Pennsylvania Wedding

A wedding party playing in an autumn field, a ride in a cauliflower truck, dad and daughter dancing, and bubbles from well-wishers; these kids know how to throw a wedding.

Felicitaciones,
La familia Sauve

Pig Trough Dancing

Apparently, in Pennsylvania Dutch country, if an older sibling of the bride or groom is yet unmarried, he/she is made to dance in the pig trough. Here, the single sis of the groom trips the gruel fantastic, as they say. She fell on her pompis, at one point. A trooper, she got right back up and cut a rug in the porcine platter.

Baile pues,

Pepino S.

En Camino

I'm in Pennsylvania as I file this entry. Can you tell? The clan Suave, accompanied by Opa and dear friend Patriota, have spent the weekend in Pepina's hometown, a sleepy burough tucked into the hills of south east P.A. We're here to attend the wedding of two great youngsters - our beautiful niece, Simpatica, and her fine beau, Electrico. The wedding was great, as were the sights. We saw a vivacious Penn-Dutch gal dance in a pig trough. We saw Pepina's childhood surrogate Mom, Mrs. Conversar, clean a floor while maintaining a, frankly, very engaging chat with her visitors. Pepinita and I experienced the plight of an ilegal alian; we hitched a ride to the wedding in the back of Agronomista's cauliflower truck. When, in the wet darkness of the post-wedding evening, Uncle Doble Pensionado opened the back of the truck and peered over the mounds of vegetable at our wide eye selves, Pepinita and I feared it was the Migra, and we had no papers. What fun!
All this, and more, when I get back to headquarters. Stay tuned and the author of this blog and his staff of handsomely paid gorillas will inform you of our gay adventures in the birthplace of our beloved Pepina.

Coliflor,

Pepino Menonito

Los Tigres

Felicitaciones a todos los fanaticos de Los Tigres de Detroit.
It has been a long time coming.

Un fanatico de nuevo,
P. Suave

Applebee's America

On Wednesday, all of Pepinoville and Aunt Nina came out to party at the Dill Boulevard Applebee's, one of only 14 in metropoliten Cuke County, as one of our home-town heroes, the much-herald author Ron Fournier, came to town to sell some books. Not just any book, mind you; the book Mr. Fournier was hawking was co-crafted by his own nimble fingers. With him he brought a partner author of Applebee's America to sign books, eat snacks, and sip iced tea with throngs of fans, potential readers/coffeetable book collectors, and creditors (Papa Pepino). There was a cake, too (see above).
We thank Mr. Ron Fournier (hope I spelled that right), his partner in prose, Matthew Dowdnier, and the fleet-footed staff at the Dill boulevard Applebee's for the bountiful book bash.
Pepino Suave Readers, I can't recomend this book more highly. I am on Chapter 7, "Americans On the Move", and would have finished the book by now if I could just set aside this month's Mad Magazine and concentrate. I'll include in my October entries some of my analysis about my reading (of Applebee's America, not Mad Magazine. Silly) and encourage you to do the same by commenting when appropriate. The Pepino Suave editorial board encourages Mama Pepina's comments to include her "outside words". Children sometimes read this blog...

Con orgullo,

Pepino "Lector" Suave

Autumn

Gozando de la vida pepina,

Peps.