The moment the air conditioning was done and paid for, the bill arrived for the landscaping. I expect no sympathy. This was a choice, and something my wife has wanted to do with the part of the hill that refuses to grow anything. The hill means water runs down, carrying off dirt and seed. The trees mean that sod dies. It looks patchy and bare, and neglected.

My solution is simply not to walk around that area. It bothers me too, so why invite dismay?

This, as you might expect, did not fly in the end, and indeed waddled like the last sick dodo. So we invited some proposals. The first was very . . . conceptual. I want to bring the idea of stone used on the south side, and refer to it over here. I understood what he meant but I would have to put up little museum signs, explaining it to casual passersby.

The second person declined to submit anything, saying it was impossible. I don’t think she wanted to be in the business.

The third person came up with a bid so high it seemed intended to test us, or push us away. I wanted to say “that’s ridiculous. It’s absolutely preposterous,” just to see if he’d say “is it? I’m new at this, I really don’t know what anything costs.”

The fourth was reasonable, but painful, like a good argument against a dearly held position. The fifth, set forth by the Lawn Whisperer who has brought our lawn back to a nice state, was absolutely reasonable and less painful, by which I mean that anything more than the cost of spray paint to douse the area with a nice shade of green is, right now, painful.

So he picked up my deposit. Then I took the dog for a walk and picked up his deposit. Circle of life. Then the fence stainer came, an omen of another bill. Well, here’s the thing. It’s a lot of fence. As I noted before the cost of replacement suggested they would be using artisanal sawed old-growth wood cured with 24-year old single-malt scotch. This is not bad. The total cost of all this equals the sum I would have spent if I had an expensive coffee drink every day for the time I have lived here. In fact the coffee drink would be more, and I’d have nothing to show for it, except shame and cavities.

A bit of levity from 1928. The Skinless Hot Dog had been introduced, and the author pretends to be scandalized.

The interesting thing about this? I have quite a few ads from the late 30s and early 40s, and they seem to insist that the skinless frank was a new invention. Apparently not. Wikipedia:

"Skinless" hot dogs use a casing for cooking, but the casing may be a long tube of thin cellulose that is removed between cooking and packaging, a process invented in Chicago in 1925 by Erwin O. Freund, founder of Visking.

The first skinless hot dog casings were produced by Freund's new company under the name "Nojax", short for "no jackets" and sold to local Chicago sausage makers.

Nojax is such a 20s brand. As for Visking:

Edwin O. Freund founder of what would become Viskase sought a readily available replacement for animal intestine casing. Upon creating a cellulose casing, using the "viscose" process (also used in rayon) he realized the product stuffed well, linked, and was able to withstand the smokehouse. Quite by accident, he discovered that when the casing was removed from the product the sausages retained their shape and were firm. This was the beginning of the skinless frankfurter or hot dog.

The author got at lot out of this.

Coatless Purp is my new word for hot dogs:

The artist: Grant Powers.

I got that from this page, where someone posted bad pictures of a purchase of his stuff. He drew a strip for Army Times - you can certainly see the hand of Briggs at work, decades later - and also was on hand to illustrate the Bikini Island atomic tests.

The things you learn when your eye falls on a piece about skinless hot dogs.

Hold on, you say. You're completely missing the most important thing! No; just saving it for last. Has it sunk in yet?

Or rather rolled over, prior to sinking?

The guy who wrote this piece in 1928 was the author of The Poseidon Adventure.

 

Now, this year's Above-the Fold Kul-chah Feature, or ATFKF.

Reizigers trekken door de omgeving van Ouro Branco in Brazilië, Alphonse Bichebois, after Johann Moritz Rugendas, 1826 - 1829

Travelers pass through the area of Ouro Branco in Brazil.

Did people hang these in the house to show they were interested in human progress, exploration, foreign lands?

It's part of Belo Horosonch, now.

Ouro Branco is a Brazilian municipality located in the state of Minas Gerais. The city belongs to the Mesoregion Metropolitana de Belo Horizonte and to the Microregion of Conselheiro Lafaiete. As of 2020, the city has a population of 39,867 inhabitants. The name "Ouro Branco" means "White Gold", as opposed to "Black Gold" - Ouro Preto. The city was an important base on the transportation route from the mines of Minas Gerais to the coast.

Daughter was probably there a few years ago.

Interesting what happens when you click on the Street View cooridinates.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The population is about 130.

It was founded in 1911, and hangs on with North Dakota tenacity.

Behold: Wing Haven.

Don’t sit on the bench if you’ve had a snootful; it’ll make things worse.

Wonder how long that diesel pump’s been out of commission. Note that the one on the right is different.

What brand? Who knows. Probably a Bennett on the left. Or a Gilbarco Tramline; they seemed to borrow from each other.

KEEP MOVIN’ SON

NO WE AIN’T GETTING ON THE GOOGLE TO LOOK FOR OUR OWN DAMN SELVES

 

The central business district:

“Here are the keys. Congratulations, you’re the new owner of the Ming Hotel! What will you do with the place?”

“Might rename it”

"New letters will cost you"

"Depends"

Cinema Treasures: “The Wing Theatre opened in the late-1940’s. It closed around 2010.”

 

Somehow the TV antennae seems a perfect touch.

I’m going to assume everyone knows they should enter around back.

The biggest structure in town, it seems.

There are many planters around downtown. I wonder who takes care of them.

I bet they’d know down at the Golden Wing Club.

 

   

 
   

That'll do. Now head on down the road for more of the 2022 Motel additions. See you tomorrow to wrap it all up.

 

 

 
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