DASHES DON’T SHOUT

100_9040The Cocheco Arts and Technology Academy, a public charter high school, has begun its new school year in a fresh location after moving from the Washington Street mill where it had resided the past five years. In its location on the top floor, CATA looked more like a lively arts colony than a high school, but the lively part had a downside, I suppose, especially when it came to music.

One of the things I’ll miss is the quirky fire door that had been painted with a wonderfully succinct set of English grammar and syntax rules. In fact, I can think of a number of people who think they’re writers (and have even been paid for their efforts) who could definitely benefit by taking these to heart.

There are parts I love, such as the “helicopter” concept for commas that close a phrase. Although I’ve had to live with newspaper style for much of my career, I’ve long preferred to use the closing comma in a series of three or more items, and from the door I’ve learned the technical term is the Oxford Comma. My!

But I will dispute the claim that dashes shout. I think they breathe. Exclamation points shout.

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The Punctuation Door to the tower stairway stood next to the Holy Quotes.
The Punctuation Door to the tower stairway stood next to the Holy Quotes.

Mentioning this to one of the students on moving day, I was told she had penciled the rules on the door and then other students painted them. Since their brushes ranged from thin to thick and their abilities varied, the lettering is hardly uniform. I think it adds to the charm.

In the meantime, thanks to Vikki for getting this started. Now the whole world gets to see it.

JOE-PYE WEED

The spring after we moved into our house, we bought our Joe-Pye weed at the county Conservation District's annual plant sale, along with the pussy willows and a host of other plantings -- a bargain way to go, if you can. At the time, I thought this was the dumbest name imaginable, though. I mean, we were planting WEEDS? No, my wife said, it was just the name. As for Joe Pye, she said he was an Indian healer. Or maybe he was just somebody who used the plant for healing. Turns out it comes in all sizes, although ours are stunningly tall. When they bloom late in the summer, the wild birds are very happy. And while that makes me very happy, let me admit: after a few seasons, these plants began popping up everywhere, just like weeds.
The spring after we moved into our house, we bought our Joe-Pye weed at the county Conservation District’s annual plant sale, along with the pussy willows and a host of other plantings — a bargain way to go, if you can. At the time, I thought this was the dumbest name imaginable, though. I mean, we were planting WEEDS? No, my wife said, it was just the name. As for Joe Pye, she said he was an Indian healer. Or maybe he was just somebody who used the plant for healing. Turns out it comes in all sizes, although ours are stunningly tall. When they bloom late in the summer, the wild birds are very happy. And while that makes me very happy, let me admit: after a few seasons, these plants began popping up everywhere, just like weeds.

SMOKING GARDEN

At night these strands twinkle.

I’ve mentioned the space we whimsically call the Smoking Garden – the funky patio, as it were, beside the barn.

It’s great for late afternoon and evening dining all summer, or parties ringed by Tiki torches, though it’s been a while.

Even so, here it is.