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tiny town times recently moved -- expect more ttt

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From Chad Coles:

Adjusting to our new offices has required that we post most of our material and thoughts to Faceboook.

The tinytowntimes.com Facebook page is providing daily material, but for now, the exigencies of the move require that we focus on getting our new headquarters ready for the upcoming months and our 5th Year anniversary.

Sorry for the slowness of the process but The Boss fell down the stairs and is in traction.

Never Give Up!






Really, the best way to reach us nowadays ...

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Dear Visitors,

Following a period of semi-hibernation, the crew at ttt.com lifted its head above the frost line in late December and were promptly overrun by malicious spammers ...

This caused us to retreat, first by removing our not terribly user-friendly comments section, then by burrowing deep.

That was more or less of a ruse. The nine or so dedicated visitors found us busily posting on the site's Facebook page, easy enough to reach by searching for tinytowntimes.com on the FB links ... There you can leave comments galore and you don't have to friend us or even get counted in our hits list.

The same crew abides, although less frequently owning to the Polar Vortices that afflict our region.

More than that we have little to offer except our apologies for not populating these pages with more posts of tiny origin.


Chad Coles,

tinytowntimes.com, AdQ




Last Updated on Monday, 03 February 2014 14:30

Technical difficulties arise with all this story telling

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Dear Visitors: We are experiencing some technical difficulties with the site, most of which are cosmetic but still, annoying. Please keep coming back as we send our most able geeks into the back of the house to sort out the problems caused by the error-prone Administrator, me.

Yours in vivo,

Franklin Crawford

Error Prone Administrator




On Missing Jose Feliciano, The Skillet Second and a Poem

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Chad w/typewriter Tiny Town, USA – De gustibus non es disputandum, Dad always said after a couple of breakfast beers and a belch that rattled the windows in the Quonset Hut we grew up in.

Mistaking his own vulgate for a commercial jingle, Dad would then say: "Ronzoni is So Good."

We all knew exactly what he was talking about and to this day it is valuable information.

He was right: To each according to their own taste and there is no accounting for that unless you want to get to know someone really really well and for that you gotta pay.

That's right.

Analysts pay for their client's maunderings at a rate equal to the cost of the Speed of Light, which has no fixed rate as yet but don't think NYSEG hasn't looked into the Skillet Second.

What is a Skillet Second? Well, here's a brief summary from Franklin Crawford's Ph.D thesis, which ranges way outside his area of expertise but don't say nothing because when the experts bitch about "generalists" you know you rattled their cages.

Skillet Seconds: A Model•Map

Definiton: "The time it takes for the sound of peeling paint to travel from inside my head to a piece of paper as an expression."

Time [Action; Ta']

Problem: How to express the time it take for the sounds of an idea (because all ideas are sounds -- tbd [to be determined) to travel from the perception of those sounds from inside the listener's head (peeling paint, for example) to a piece of paper or computer screen. That means adding another factor like the body; arm-hand-keyboard stroke -- to replicate the sound in real time in a way that is AUDIBLE or READABLE to the listener (for example, the audience -- a reader listens to their own brain when reading a book or hears the sound of a piano being played)

OVER: The ability of the Creator/Receptor of the idea to produce that sound efficiently enough to reproduce it perfectly (See "Too Effing Hard" ...]

TIMES: The ability of a Nincompoop to do so.

Time it takes for sound (S) ound to travel ( "t" or arrow) from perception (P) [hearing sound]  -- ???


It All is a Work-in-Progress. And it all has to do with Chad Coles here at tinytowntimes.com saying he really missed José Feliciano.

We'd sent Chad over to Walmart to return a crapass Sunbeam humidifier (Made in China, distributed by Jarden, Inc. in Boca Raton. Fl.) to the Chinese Company where the people Are Not Happy in Their Work.

Anyway. Chad must've heard something and probably it was "Felice Navidad" because it starts up about now and doesn't stop until All The Ghosts are assembled for the holidays.

jose feliciano Feliciano went blind after he was born due to congenital glaucoma. He was born in Puerto Rico and raised in Spanish Harlem. He played accordion until a family friend handed him a guitar in a paper sack. It took Mr. Feliciano only a couple hours to figure out that the paper sack was not part of the guitar but by then he had already composed an astonishing number of hits like "Felice Paper Bag" which was later changed. The original has a crinkly accompaniment that only recently was adequately captured in a sound sample and immediately adopted by a PanAmerican Rap Group Called "Yes, We Have No Riega."

Don't get mad at me. I'm just The Messenger. Which is the same as saying Don't Shoot Me I'm Only the Piano Player. Which is True!

Anyway, we suggested Chad put his thoughts on paper. He signed-off with a curious new heteronym "f.al'58" and we are still puzzled by that one.

Here is Chad's Thanksgiving Day Poem: "On Missing Jose Feliciano, in IV":


On Missing Jose Felciano in IV

Call Me a Joker
Call Me a Fool
Call Me a Cab
When I'm Too Much for You.

God don't Play Poker

Or So I am Told

Felice Navidad Felice Navidad

I'm Done Getting Old.

I'm Glad I'm Not God, but
I Can Play Some Piano
And tonight A Big Ol' Schmaltz Is Coming On:
So I'm asking José –
José Feliciano! To Play
"Light My Fire" as a Trickotee Waltz
With Santana!
Or Hand it to Lenny – yeh
Lenny Tristano
Awake in His Vault [He was blind, too, y'know?]
With only One Hand: He Was a Mighty Pianimal!

Hey, José
You Were Blind
Did You Meet God?
O! José Can You See
I'm in a Bit of a Bind
Felice Navidad
Felice Navidad
I'm So Far Behind!

– f.al'58
Lenny Tristano of course, is a Great Jazz Pianist. You should listen to him do hooked bass-lines with One Hand ...Anyway. Chad looks better today.
– Franklin Crawford, Operation a Success!
Last Updated on Thursday, 22 November 2012 12:05

What's in a Business Card any more, anyway?

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Tiny Town, USA --  Are you in your pajamas? What's in a biz card nowadays?


For instance, the entire back of the ttt card shown above can be used to do simple  math, write down another number or pick your teeth.

This card means a lot to us here.

And if C. Penbroke may get a little sentimental for a moment (I will anyway so go back to sleep), having a card reminds me a great deal of finding a stash of my own father's business cards in his desk. They were simple:



The letters were slightly embossed. The card had our phone number and address on it.

My father was important! WE were important! 

We think our card, designed by Rigel Stuhmiller, nee Belinda Cho, is elegant, tasteful and gets the job done.

Remember: we too, at TinyTownTimes.com, are builders.

– C. Penbroke Handy  

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