Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Yes, apple wars. They were entertaining as all get-out.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Let us pray... for me.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Always attempt to propel yourself forward.
"It's the right thing to do." Wilford Brimley
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Ah... very warm sun, cigars, sunsets, martinis, night life, scrumptious food, women!
Ok, scratch that last one.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Today, I'd pull in there for gas; however, I think I'd have to pass on their tattooing and piercing services.
Besides, in my own mind, I'm famous already.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
No, not shopping list. I can handle those. I mean lists like the 100 greatest pitchers in MLB history. I came across an alphabetical list the other day of rock & roll songs. I'm not going there! I got to thinking about lists last night watching a Boston TV station after the Boston Bruins improbable comeback to win Game 7 against the Toronto Maple Leafs. They became the first NHL team to come back from a 3 goal deficit, in the 3rd Period, of a Game 7. For you non-puck lovers, that's a huge deal! The commentators went on to ask the question: what was the greatest comeback in Boston sports history? The Patriots winning the Snow Bowl (thank goodness for the 'tuck rule) on their way to their first Super Bowl? The 2004 Red Sox overcoming a 3 game lead by the dreaded Yankees on their way to their first World Championship since 1918? Or how about DJ stealing the ball and feeding it to Larry Legend under the basket to beat the hated Pistons? And then last night. Down 4-1 with about 10 minutes to play, this Jekyll and Hyde team came all the way back and won in Overtime. So here I am trying to contemplate this list and make my choice, and what to I stumble across?
ESQUIRE's List of "75 Books Every Man Should Read".
Sheeeesh! Lists are everywhere! I can't escape them.
That is a STACK of 75 that I might contemplate though. Thank goodness, about half of them I've read already.
And no, I don't do 'Bucket Lists'!
Oh ya, I almost forgot... the Sox beating the Yankees 4 games to 3 and heading off to the World Series.
Got a favorite comeback?
And I'm not talking about, "Your mother's fat too!"
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Crazy college coeds, sour milk cartons, bus breakdowns, minor accidents, unruly passengers, it was always nice to get home.
And everytime Bob Segers' "Night Moves" comes on the radio, I turn it loud and remember.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Paul and I met in a 7th grade Confraternity class. We've been attached to some degree ever since. I really don't know how or why I came across this sheet metal birdhouse, but it rests up back in the fork of an small apple tree. Paul's dad owned a small sheet metal shop near Gorham. Paul worked there, and then took it over for a time when the old man retired. I got a kick out of it when Paul cut the back off of his old Corvair and replaced it with a sheetmetal back, that sort of resembled the rear of a van. When I worked at the cemetery, he often would show up mid-morning, find a quiet, isolated spot down back and sleep till 4 when I got off. My partner at work, Fillinger, who gave everybody at work unique nicknames, called him the 'covered wagon man', and of course it stuck. I must admit though; Paul could make anything out of that metal. When he cut the shop in half and built himself an apartment on one side, much of the furniture was fabricated out of that silver metal, like this small birdhouse. Looks like the roof is in need of a rivet or two. I'll get to that soon. Maybe this is a piece of his handiwork. I just can't recall where I picked it up.
To all the mommies out there today, enjoy YOUR day!
Elenka, you are an amazing mom!
I think she wants to go to Ken's Place at Pine Point.
Can you say fried clams?
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Here's my assignment for you today--- find something new, take a short, different path, hold a bit of wonder in your hand for a time.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
"Mom, there are mosquitoes in our tent!"
ps. When Elenka and I first went on a camping trip, I took her here. It poured ALL weekend. Even visiting Camden got old after awhile.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Whoever came up with that expression knew what they were talking about. Whether it's vacationing in Florida, cruising the Caribbean or just walking along Cresent Beach in Cape Elizabeth, I like to leave footprints. Well, most of the time. Walking along the water's edge, with that ol' sun shining the way, is an activity I enjoy... a lot. Occasionally, you might even spy me picking up a stray rock or two on my stroll.
Secret time. hahahaha! I get a kick out of signs that read: "Take only pictures."
Am I a bad boy?
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
I spent the morning and early afternoon at Ferry Beach yesterday. From what I can see, repairing the dunes along southern Maine beaches is a constant struggle. Signs everywhere remind us that they are extremely delicate and to please stay off and let the grasses return. When I hit the beach, the last place I want to 'play' is on the dunes. I've got my hands full with deciding on what sunscreen number to apply, the lugging of awkward beach chairs, umbrellas and other bags of assorted gotta have junk, bringing lunch with its proper beverages and keeping track of all those scantily clad sights.
Whew! I'm exhausted just planning a trip to the beach.
Climbing the dunes? I'll leave that to others.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Off to Ferry Beach today, where it's going to be breezy.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Now, brother Marchin believes strongly that Strange Maine occupies the walls of the former Recordland, but I'm not so sure. It could have been on either side of this shop. I've done some minor investigation but have come up empty. I'm still on it.
Rock n' Roll is here to stay!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Say it ain't so, Bob!
Friday, May 3, 2013
I ain't ready for a cane and rest home yet!
Like the forthysia, I can be explosive and oh so energetic!
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Bull Moose Music is a pretty good place to pick up some music, old or new, cds or vinyl. I like some of the new music of today, and I can get lost for hours in some of the old. If I'm lookin' for some dated cds of yesteryear, I'm headed here. Heading to work the other morning, I came across a station playing the entire Aftermath album by the Stones. 6:30 AM and they've thrown on this rockin' bit of my past. Amazing! When "Think" came on, I thought I'd have to pull over. Without a doubt, my favorite cut of this recording, especially when played at full volume. Bill Wyman's bass work knocks me out every time and rockets me back to the Nelson's kitchen... and yes, I found myself humming it all day.
"Think, think, think back baby..."
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Like mother, like son.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
As if to say, "Honey, I'm home."
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Maybe if I wore my 'paperbag' all would be right in the world, and I might consume my delicious Eggs Benedict in peace.
And yes, I do have some peculiar eating habits.
And no, I'm not at liberty to share them with you, at this point in our relationship.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
So, got a big job, like the below-surface scrapping of this vessel, dry-docked off of Commercial Street?
Double your work time. It'll ease your pain.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Some images are frozen in time.
This clock has read 'five minutes after Five' for many, many years.
... and I thought time never stopped.
Sometimes, stoppage would be a good thing.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Will I ever forget it? Probably not.
It was a Friday night ritual, a bag of bar-b-que chips, a Pepsi and some TV. My two favorite shows were "Highway Patrol", with Dan Matthews as Broderick Crawford driving around solving highway dramas and signing off with the classic 10-4 and "The Life of Riley", featuring William Bendix as the bumbling riveter Chester A. Riley. Both of these shows, staples of early television viewing here in the states, kept me glued to the idiot box and out of Mom's hair on Friday nights. By the way, Elenka will love this bit of movie trivia. Mr. Crawford's mom was a small time actress but had an important role in one of her all time favorite movies. She was Madge in TopHat with the dancing fool, Fred Astaire.