Tomorrow is a nice day to earn wings


August 21, 1996|By DAN RODRICKS

The boys down at Curmudgeons Anonymous are going to have my tongue for this, but here goes: Tomorrow is Be An Angel Day. There. I said it. Be An Angel Day is like Random Acts of Kindness Day, with a spiritual touch. We are asked to "do one small act of service for someone" and/or "be a blessing in someone's life." Our guardian angels -- we each have one, you know -- will be watching.

Marylanders ought to get on board because one of our own, Jayne Howard of Upperco, came up with this idea and it would be nice -- "nice" is important on Angel Day -- if we gave her a little push. Not that she needs it. Howard is all over the angelmania map, with a book, a newsletter and regular appearances in the media. She's been Connie Chunged and Jerry Springered (Sprungered?).

Be An Angel Day is now in its fourth year. So, go to it. Try to do something angelic tomorrow. But hey, hey, hey! Let's be careful out there.

Random thoughts

I love that bus driver in the new MTA ads (but I can't say I've ever met one so cheerful). . . . The Ravens logo looks like Ace Ventura's hair. . . . There are some of us who remember when the railroad bridge over Eastern Avenue featured the spray-painted words: "Alan Christian head on the moon." . . . Monday during the "Marc Steiner Show" on WJHU-FM, I think I heard the governor say he found campaign fund raising "disgusting." So there. . . . Someone with a van has taken "HEY HON" as a vanity plate. . . . There's hope yet: Shoe stores are featuring saddle bucks for men again. . . . Bumper sticker on the Beltway: "Custer wore Arrow shirts." . . . After an extensive field survey, I've reached the following conclusion: Charm City Bagels (York Road, Anneslie) leads the way in poppy seeds per square inch. . . . If I could pay to see a single at-bat, it would be this one: Eddie with men on.

Hillary knows

Key talking points for first lady Hillary Rodham Clinton at the Democratic National Convention (thanks to Herb Smith, professor of political science, Western Maryland College):

1. The secrets of cattle futures commodity trading.

2. How to throw lamps in the White House without actually hitting the president.

3. Creative land development and tax deduction tips.

4. Personalizing sympathy cards for indicted close friends and business associates.

A5 5. Eleanor Roosevelt's recollections of Bob Dole.

Baltimore's finest

As for the decision to pull Odis Sistrunk off his command of the city's Eastern Police District: Oh, good. Ignite a controversy by transferring a popular district commander without ever consulting the community -- now that's community policing!

Dog earns interest

Banks have become so corporate and banking so impersonal, one has to savor the smallest indications that the tellers, at least, haven't lost the human touch. When Carol Maulsby pulled into the drive-through at a Mercantile branch in Towson to make a deposit, she had her greyhound, Sennu, with her. The teller must have noticed because, when Maulsby opened the vacuum cylinder to retrieve her deposit slip, a dog biscuit fell out. "It sure made my day," Maulsby says. Sennu's, too.

Winky, Chapter 2

Remember Winky, the 41-year-old water turtle in Dr. Bruce Hornstein's veterinary clinic in Mount Washington? (This Just In, July 31). Here's more on the story from Doris Dixon, Winky's original guardian:

"My daughter was given this turtle by me when she was a child of 11. It was a little green turtle costing 25 cents at the Kresge five-and-dime, then on Lexington Street. In 1966, my daughter's twin children, Cara and Lisa, were born, and they all lived with me then. The turtle had to go due to the danger of salmonella bacteria to the children. My heart was broken because I could find no home for our little friend, Winky.

I had to take another pet to Dr. Hornstein and I discussed my heartache. Loving, caring vet and friend that I knew him to be, he said, 'I'm a turtle fancier, I'll give him a good home.' " And so he has -- for 30 years. Winky weighs between 7 and 8 pounds, and he's about a foot long. "Stinky Winky," Hornstein calls him (affectionately). "The kids who come to the office love him." I'll bet their boomer parents get a kick out of him, too.

Bologna flashback

Turkey Joe Trabert walked into the Rotunda Giant about 8 o'clock one weekday morning to buy a loaf of bread and half a pound of bologna. He might have been the only customer in the store. He was certainly the only customer at the deli counter. There was a Giant employee behind the counter, rubbing it with a cloth.

"I'd like a half-pound of Esskay bologna, please," Joe said.

"Do you have a number?" the woman asked, eyes riveted to her cloth.

That raised Joe's bushy eyebrows. But what the heck? He reached over to the ticket dispenser and ripped off a number -- No. 1.

"No. 1!" the woman behind the counter shouted.

"Right here," said Joe. "I'd like a half-pound of Esskay bologna."

(This happened when Nixon was president, but T. J. just told me the story and I had to share.)

Pub Date: 8/21/96

Baltimore Sun Articles
Please note the green-lined linked article text has been applied commercially without any involvement from our newsroom editors, reporters or any other editorial staff.