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Big Noise

photo, group, nancy, macey, doug, kate

Partial 'Group of the Week' – from left, Nancy, Macey,
Doug and Kate.

Is 'City of the Week'

Paris:– Thursday, 21. October 2004:– Club members were pretty excited today, describing the effects of the rain storm yesterday at 18:00. There suddenly was lightning, thunder, and rain coming down in buckets from all directions. It's what we get for having a day with a high of 22 degrees.

It hasn't been all that cold today either, and it was pretty sunny most times too. About the same is expected for tomorrow, and with a high of 20 degrees it will be comfortable for October.

All the same there will be winds batting around. The TV–news placed these in coastal areas, mostlyphoto, menu, window, mirror coming from the south and blowing towards Britain. If they drift a bit east then the skies here will be doing more.

More is definitely forecast for Saturday. The gray clouds come from the west, the winds pick up and switch to 70 kph southwesterlies, and rain is expected for Paris. A high of 20 degrees is again predicted.

The 'arty–type photo of the week.'

On Sunday the same wind is supposed to be blowing, and the beginning of mucky gray will be drifting this way. If it's slow in arriving, it may be fairly bright and will be helped with an unseasonal high forecast to be 22 degrees. In sum, it will be pretty soft weather 'for the time of year.'

A 'Once in Fall' Club Report this Week

This afternoon the sky is bright blue with fluffy white clouds for contrast. The problem here is leaves changing color under gray skies, so bright days are prized for seeing the colors. In fact, the colors aren't far along, and bright skies aren't guaranteed.

There are a few trees in the cemetery with colorful leaves. By the time I get to them the sun is playing hide–and–seek with the clouds. Waiting three minutes for the sun to show is almost worth it. It isn't as bright as I thought.

Most leaves on trees are still green. Or, they are gray–green as they became at the beginningphoto, macey smith of August, and they haven't changed much. The cemetery looks a bit beat up after last night's rainstorm, with clots of leaves all over.

I forsake the Métro and walk through Montparnasse, the Luxembourg and the Quartier Latin. It isn't possible to do this and stay dry every day in October. But I do it for the heck of it.

Macey has 'a parade named after her.'

At the club's café La Corona there are loungers on the terrace and there are 15 or 20 civilians in the café's 'grande salle' when I arrive. It's not bad for an 'off' season.

The first to arrive is new member Macey B. Smith from Clearwater, Florida. Macey, who has been in France since September, says she knows all about the club and then asks for details.

About pronouncing her name she says, "There is a parade named after me!" Before Macey moved to Florida she lived in the Chicago area. About yesterday's bit of rain, Macey says she was in Père–Lachaise cemetery, and was seriously thinking of jumping into a tomb for shelter.

Member Doug Fuss arrives next, this time from a month in sunny Jordan. He says all the hurricanes took a loop around Savannah, where he normally lives.

Macey says, "I could bear it if my condo blew away to Honduras." I wonder if this means she would prefer to have a condo in Honduras, but I forget to ask.

Member Nancy Macklin comes up to join us next. Before sitting down she says, "I brought the gorgeous weather from Illinois." She brought it from Belleville, Illinois exactly.

Doug says that yesterday's rain was over his boot tops. But this is drowned out by Macey and Nancy, who have discovered that they were almost neighbors. The song they have in common is 'Big Noise from Winnetka.'

Aha! This is Macey's home town so it becomes the club's 'City of the Week.' Macey says the song had no lyrics, just whistling as accompaniment. Macey whistles the tune but Nancy and Doug cannot put a name to the band's name. "Somebody Bob," Nancy thinks,photo, fizzy water but "Not Bob Crosby."

Everybody thinks 'Bob,' 'Bob,' 'Bob.' Macey whistles some more.

Doug says, "When I think of it you can remember it. Bob something."

The club's 'fizzy water of the week.'

Nancy remembers something related. "Hello, this is Duffy's Tavern. This is Archie speaking."

About Savannah, Doug says, "You gotta live somewhere."

Member Kate Ernst arrives and takes a place at the club's set of tables. Macey remarks about the difference between visiting Paris for a week and staying for months.

"You get to buy phone cards, buy a carnet for the Métro, learn to run a washing machine, even have a regular tabac for a hang–out..."

Nancy comes often enough to agree. When she has visitors meet her here, "I don't want to go to the Louvre for the 12th time," she says. "The first trip should never be the last."

Macey says, still thinking about 'Bob something,' "I've found Chopin, and Edith Piaf..." which reminds Nancy that she has a friend who likes Berlioz so much that, "She sang as his grave."

As if the club has one foot in the grave, Kate says, "I think about coming more often than I actually come."

Mishearing, Nancy asks, "Who was a great whistler?"

"Jack the Ripper," Kate quickly replies.

Kate and Macey met at the vernissage for the opening of the Jean–Paul Gaultier 'Bread Clothes' show at the Fondation Cartier. Nancy recommends the Robert Capa exhibition at the Richelieu branch of the Bibliothèque National.

Then the three are talking about Louis Kahn and a movie named 'The Architect.' Doug is still trying to remember 'Bob something.'

A blitz poll finds that three of the members have cast their ballots for the US election. Nancy says she'll be in Belleville in time to do it.

Nancy wants to know – my notes say 'Walter (Pappas)' – if he told us how he arranged for the United States to have many of its holidays on Mondays, thereby inventing the long weekend.photo, rita martinson

Doug wants to know where he can find sour cream. Everybody thinks of a place, but nobody knows what it's called. The secretary can't remember either. Kate says she is studying French, but "No argot!" There a cottage cheese question but it gets lost in the blizzard.

Rita sent her vote by FedEx.
"67 euros!" she says.

Member Rita Martinson breezes in, complaining of the breezes that whipped all of her postcards away all over the Quai du Louvre. She hopes that whoever finds them will dump them into a mailbox.

"Maybe she knows answers to trick questions?" Doug wonders. Macey whistles 'Big Noise.' It is definitely a major 'first' for the club! First club whistler and first time for 'Big Noise from Winnetka.'

Then in short order there are hurricane and earthquake remembrances, other disasters, and Kate says, "I needed a box of Kleenex for the Libération."

"I thought Père–Lachaise was going to be kind of creepy," Macey says. Somebody, I swear, says 'Alexander the Raisin.'

The members decide to compare Paris to London and Rome, and end up thinking up good reasons for visiting all three. Meanwhile, Rita who will be here for months to come, is leaving for Africa in the morning – to go to Dakar, Mali – Timbuktu!

The members have been exchanging cards with one another, and Nancy and Rita are still doing this when the club's secretary thinks he ought to go home and finish defrosting his frigo, or mopping up the melted ice from its defrosting. 'First the mess, then this mess of a club report,' he thinks.


The famous duet 'Big Noise from Winnetka' was dreamed up by Bob Haggart on bass and Ray Bauduc on drums, when they were playing for the Bob Crosby band.

This Week's Extraordinary Announcement

This is for another stupendous event, that will be happening on Sunday, 24. October. France's Senat is teaming up with the Ile–de–France Butcher's Federation to offer free tastes of French beef to all comers. This will take place in the garden of the Luxembourg, starting at 11:00. My advice – be there on time because there are only three whole beeves on hand!

The Café Metropole Club's About Page

Today's club meeting 'report' again lacked some 'Food of the Week.' Few meetings are perfect or coherent.photo, fizz, tea, cream The 'About the Café Metropole Club' page has some other details, but you can skip them and not miss anything vital. A faster way to find out all you want to know about the club is by joining it any Thursday.

More fizz, tea, cream, glasses, club life.

You can become a real lifetime member of this online magazine's real, live, and free club by becoming a member really easily on a Thursday by signing–in yourself during one of the meetings in Paris if you are here. Getting something to eat is almost as easily arranged if you are hungry.

The club's 'rules' were turned into mere whispers of rumors by the club's members some time ago, much to their everlasting enlightenment. The club's other major distinction is that it is the only club related to an Internet magazine that carries on with no newsletter, regardless of what members say it is. There's nothing to unsubscribe to.

Where, How, What, Why Not, When, Who?

The weekly club meetings start about 15:00, on Thursday afternoons. Meetings end about 17:00, also on Thursday afternoons in the western European Time zone – which is really 'CET' for short and not 'OEN' although it sometimes is – and known elsewhere as 3 pm to 5 pm. Club meetings are always in Paris. If the secretary gets no other better offer before 2008, club meetings will continue to be held here.

Do anything clever at a meeting – like being at one – and become mildly famous for a short moment if you are really in the mood. True 'firsts' are welcome, with 'true' having approximately the same video game value as 'first,' especially if whistling is involved. 'True' is perfectly acceptable too, especially if it's honestly 'first.'

There's just one note of caution – you may have any one or two personal reasons for not wanting to be traceable via the Web. If so, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be '404 – not found' by Web search engines before becoming 'found' in one of these club reports.graphic: club location map

Former 'rules' remain 'former' week after darn week, year after sickening year, and have been purged from the club's megatanker volumes of archives except for all the originals still online buried in the cool and deep salt mines of outer Mongolia.

Talking to other club members at meetings is an encouraged activity rather than occasionally optional. If there's a free chair, sit – also optional – wherever you like, or haul one over from another part of the café. What you say is likely to be much appreciated by other members present if they are listening, and there usually are some – and if it should chance to be written here, as fragments of it are, sometimes.*

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because today's new member whistled as if Bob was her uncle.

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday from 15:00 to 17:00.

A bientôt à Paris
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