They always say that no great story begins with “I ordered a salad.” You also have Homer and Bart mercilessly mocking Lisa with their taunt of “You don’t win friends with salad.”
But I beg to differ on this short-sighted attitude. I did recently have an evening that started off with a salad.
Of course, upon first taste, I noticed that they may have used a substitute for oregano when seasoning the salad. It was a curious flavor and I thought Pepe Le Pew might approve. And as I took a few bites and try to guess what kind of mushrooms they were using in the salad. I quickly ruled out shitake, baby morel and portobello.
Suffice to say, the evening became increasingly animated as the sun set over a mountain and the stars began to twinkle in the sky. It ended up being a long, long night and the server of that salad did in fact win a friend.
The old North Star bar was a true legend. It stood on 27th and Poplar. It was far enough away from Center City to be off the beaten path. They had the main bar on the first floor and a room upstairs to host poetry readings. They had readings every Tuesday and it became a place to go for poets. Gregory Corso and Richard Hell did readings there (although they got to perform on the main stage).
A fun place to jam
pints of Guinness flow freely
poets offer hope
I used to do the readings and order a few beers. I always needed to walk back to Suburban Station after the readings. This usually entailed a quiet but drunken walk back. I needed to cross the Parkway to get back to the train station. I was often running for my life crossing the multi lane thoroughfare. It was always scary. Some people wonder how I’ve managed to keep myself alive through all the madness. Somehow, I have. And now with the North Star Bar gone, I can occasionally walk by and feel a lump in my throat—and in my soul—looking at the empty space.
How unsettling it was to finally realize that Nurse Ratched was a Bajoran. You read the credits and it raises so many questions. Someone points out the amazing coincidence and we all have to pause to say “Hmmm” It clearly confirms Louise Fletcher as an acting legend and national treasure but then confusion reigns supreme. So Nurse Ratched was a Bajoran religious leader and just as bad ass running Bajoran religion as running an mental institution in America.
Mind boggling to think
the implications unclear
ponder the meaning
So we don’t have the same timeline so we have to figure it all out. Did Kai Winn Adami travel back in time to become Nurse Ratched. I always felt that Chief Broom escaping from the Cuckoo’s Nest was vital for the survival of the human race. Randle Patrick McMurphy was a true martyr. You’ll never convince me otherwise. The Bajorans needed Federation interference to survive. Maybe the Bajorans sent Kai Winn back to make sure Chief Broom was motivated to escape. Or maybe reincarnation is the rule of the day and Nurse Ratched several lifetimes later was still a total ruthless badass bullying and dominating innocents. Lack of growth defeats the purpose of reincarnation but who knows?