 Nothing today except lots of things below - for reasons I'll describe tomorrow. No, I am not in Arizona. That would be nice but I am here. No - wait, I am in Arizona! Shoot! Forgot about the dog!
No. I was heading up to Fargo, but the weather was poor and the conditions bad. Travel was not advised. So I'll just give you theplace-holder Bleat I did in advance when I thought I'd be posting something from the Starbucks parking lot.
I'll head up later next month, I guess. I'd go up this next weekend, but Dad has plans. 91, and he has plans.
A photo I found in the archives:
One of the most POWERFUL HAM RADIO RIG on the continent.
He lived in my neighborhood. I drive by the house every day.
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The picture is from 1927. The stool shows you how much ugly stuff hung around. Aside from buildings and some clothes, I don't think it was a particularly lovely decade. |
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The cutline says that the owner, W. J. Mashek "talked nightly with the leper on the island of Antiqua, the lattre's only contact with the rest of the world."
Alas:
Better, perhaps, than the other way around.
This week in Odds & Ends, it's . . .
Fortnightly tales of Bat Men and Science! And since the stories didn't always fill out the last page, there were anecdotes.
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We know how that played out.
At a table set for 34 in the banquet room of Stillwater’s Lowell Inn, the club’s secretary called the roll, the Pioneer Press reported. Only Lockwood responded “Here,” in a “sturdy and deep voice.” Spectators gathered to hear him speak.
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“With his head held high and tears in his eyes the soldier read a farewell poem to his dead companions, poured out a bit of the Burgundy, quaffed a toast and handed the bottle to Mrs. McClure to be given to the Stillwater Library,” the Pioneer Press reported.
So says the Pioneer Press' old news blog. He read a poem. It's here. (Photo of Charles Lockwood from the Minnesota Historical Society.)
Not a lot in the way of holiday ads, but we'll do what we can:
1939. The world's about to go to hell, so maybe a baby with a bottle of blood is apt.
Why, tomorrow she'll just be sikh to her stomach:
I love the straightforwardness of these ads. Look, you know it and we know it. You're going to tie one on. You're going to get as boiled as a lobster. Have this stuff handy so you don't feel like complete and utter death tomorrow. Buy extra in case you throw up the first glass.
Now: you may wonder what that thing up in the Bleat Ban is. It's . . . this!
YOU CAN PAINT IT! YOU CAN PUT IT INTO A WALL!
And there's MORE! The attributes NEVER STOP! Use it to put booze in the baby's room!
"Gracious Hospitality" = fast, easy access to liquor
In case you're not sold, here are some illustrated people who cannot believe they live in a world of such wonders:
Let's look at some details.
You thought the white flocked tree was a 60s thing?
More tomorrow! It's a lazy week, but more tomorrow. |
