Enjoy the sunshine!

IF THE ABOVE SENTENCE MAKES SENSE TO YOU, THERE’S NO EXPLANATION NEEDED. FOR MOST OF US LET ME SAY THIS: COR BLIMEY! CRICKET iN MONTCLAIR! WHATEVER NEXT VICAR?
That’s right, a game of cricket will be played right here today in Baristaville. It’s been organized by Montclair Cricket Club honcho Dave Thompson. He tells us there are tons of ex-pat Brits, West Indian, Indian and Pakistani folk in the Baristanet area who enjoy a good game of cricket. “My humble effort to get people together to start playing cricket culminates in an indoor friendly match at the Soccer Domain this Saturday, December 26 at noon. I have unofficially set up the Montclair Cricket Club and hope to build interest in this noble pursuit over time. It should be a lot of fun.”
In honor of Boxing Day, all curious spectators are invited to watch this motley group of British ex-pats and sympathizers in action. Game On! Montclair Cricket Club December 26, noon, at the Soccer Domain, Walnut Street. For more info, contact Dave Thompson – 201-315-5853.
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It’s back–the hot pink Christmas tree in the window of Dot Reeder is back. Maybe it brings me back to my long ago days living in the East Village, lo those many years ago. Maybe it’s just the shimmering color.
I just love this tree. Hope she keeps it in the window until New Year’s. Did everyone have a great Christmas?

UPDATE: Stanley has been reunited with his owners.
We’re looking for a little Christmas miracle here, a little cyber magic to connect a lost dog and his owners. David and Candi Schwartz went out this morning and look what they found.

Lost dog found on Christmas morning near Sunset park on Norwood in Upper Montclair. He is a nice big yellow labrador wth a blue collar and no tags. Please help find his owner.

Regular commenter “Nellie” offers this poem to you, dear readers.

Twas the Night Before Christmas (or Holiday)
By Nellie
‘Twas the Night before Christmas
And all thru “B’ville
Not a creature was stirring
Computers were still
Each Baristanet blogger
Was snuggly and warm
Away from the fracas
Of those B’Net storms
Karen Banda was snug in her bed with her dog
As was Jerseygurl, sleeping sound like a log
And Walleroo’s stocking, that sad little sock
Was the talk of the season on Liz’ whole block
Suddenly was heard in the midst of the quiet
Some couldn’t believe it; they just didn’t buy it
The sound of computer keys, clacking so loud
It started with one, then you had the whole crowd
It’s Christmas, not Holiday,” typed in some folks.
“No it’s Holiday proper, I’m not telling jokes.”
“The thing in the square, is a Christmas tree, see.”
“No, a Holiday tree is what it’s meant to be.”
Then Roc he chimed in, doesn’t want to be taxed
While Spiro T. Quayle claimed ROC didn’t have the facts
Cathar, once again, wowed us with his fine words
In jumped Laser Lefty, said “I need to be heard.”
The computers got louder as Cro joined the talk
Along with the Iceman, and Conan didn’t balk
In jumped Cary Africk, his reasoning did rule
Some couldn’t say enough ’bout that new Montclair School
Generically Mike had a thought here and there
And then State Street Pete had them all lend an ear
Joining the Mikes was Mike 91
Mrs. Martta had left; she was out on a run
King Harvest chimed in, as did Jimmy and Stu
Herb gave his thoughts, they were upbeat, not blue
And then Katebird Rex talked of love for her pets
Carl from Glen Ridge is as good as it gets
They all gave their thoughts that they thought were worth millions
Now here comes an idea from the well-known Prof Williams
“You’re all talking now, and you’re taking the bait
Let’s continue this chat at my palatial estate.”

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