Friday, August 31, 2012
Riding the Dog
ps. Just checked the Greyhound Bus Line schedule. The trip these days takes just under 11 hours for about $123.00. Back then a one way ticket went for about $32.00. Not bad.
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Thursday, August 30, 2012
"Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry"
Simon and Garfunkel
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Now, that's some serious barbed wire. A brief history of the barb follows. A story of it seems to go back to 1863, when a man named Michael Kelly ran some fencing with sturdy wire that he attached sharp points to. He thought a 'prick' to an animal would keep them in or out. Later in 1874 or so, Joseph Gliddens got a patent for a type of wire fence that he called "The Winner" and along with a fellow farmer created the Barb Fence Company. Fast forward to WW1. Recently, son provided me with quite a lot of information that he gathered watching the History Channel on the importance of this little pricky wire. Soldiers ran it above and around trenches they had dug to prevent the enemy from getting close to them. They even carried it from place to place on the battle front and rolled it in the way of advancing troops. Getting their clothing and weapons stuck in the stuff must have been frustrating and surely added to the dangers and rigors of wartime infantry fighting. I guess, to some degree, you could say that lil' prick served its role in changing the course of history. Just a small prick...
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
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Monday, August 27, 2012
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Sunday, August 26, 2012
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Saturday, August 25, 2012
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Friday, August 24, 2012
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Thursday, August 23, 2012
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
From Mending Wall
By Robert Frost
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast."
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Monday, August 20, 2012
"Well, when you're sitting there
In your silk upholsted chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you won't see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone..."
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
* magazines pictured: Maine Home, Rolling Stone, Men's Health, Maine and Down East.
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Friday, August 17, 2012
ps. Afternoon showers are a beautiful thing!
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Hunter S. Thompson was sort of a pirate. I like this quote that pretty much summarized this guy's outlook on life.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly exclaiming: "Wow! What a ride!"
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Usually, the view is the water of Casco Bay straight ahead, but not these last few mornings. We've been fogged in, bigtime! Of course, if this was California, they'd call this the early morning marine layer. Here in New England, we just call it fog. We don't give it some fancy name, so the talking heads in the weather department will feel comfortable in front of their green screens talking weather. If the weather guys and gals on the 'left coast' ever got transferred Downeast, they'd need some intense counseling sessions to get them 'off the ledge', so to speak. Of course, when my friends out West see the word FOG, they probably head right to the acronym 'free online games' anyway. But I digress. I'll end by just saying that fog feels great, looks great, smells great and is not just weather for dogs.
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Monday, August 13, 2012
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Sunday, August 12, 2012
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me ' hearties, yo ho."
A Pirate's Life for Me
If you've ever been to Disney World or Disneyland, you've probably taken the daring trip among the caverns of the ride "Pirates of the Caribbean". So even though this is some of the main rigging to the US Coast Guard's tall ship The Eagle docked at the the Maine State Pier last week, when I look skyward up the masts, I can't help but think pirates and this crazy melody comes to mind. Now, I do believe, that the precursor to the motley crew that you experience on that pirate ride goes back to the early tale of Peter Pan, also made into a Disney movie, featuring Captain Hook and his gang of misfits. Both productions, the ride and the adaptation of the Barre novel were and still are big favorites of mine. So the next time I get to Disney, I'll head right to the "Pirates of the Caribbean", with maybe just a slight detour to experience "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride". Mom said, way back, I was her 'peter pan' ("You'll never grow up!"). She wasn't kidding.
Friday, August 10, 2012
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
Round and Round
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
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Tuesday, August 7, 2012
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Monday, August 6, 2012
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Sunday, August 5, 2012
"Pass the butter, please!"
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Saturday, August 4, 2012
Tragedie Among Oaks
MacBeth was safe and, "shall never be vanquish'd be until/ Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane hill/ Shall come against him."
Last evening Elenka and I spent the evening with three wicked witches! We went to Deering Oaks and took in the Fenix Theatre Company's production of MacBeth. We packed our folding chairs, a dinner of cucumber sandwiches, veggies with ranch dip, a bottle of cabernet sauvignon and nestled under the stars near the park's stone bridge. MacBeth is my favorite tragedy of the bard's, with roots for me going way back to Fr. Curley's English class, and this interpretation was certainly entertaining and enjoyable. The weather added to the delightful night. It was a perfect evening. Even driving home later, the temperature still read 87 but so comfortable. So, all in all, "something wicked this way comes", under the oaks was just the recipe for a 'mid-summer night'. Bravo!
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Friday, August 3, 2012
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Thursday, August 2, 2012
"Tugboat fender? Hey, you just won a kewpie doll!"
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Theme Day: Numbers
"What would be a different photo?" I asked.
She said, "how about a 45 record?"
"Do we have one in the house?" I said.
"Yes", she answered, "in the cabinet, I think."
She walked over to it, opened it and there it was. This record! She had no idea she even had it! Might this be an episode of the Twilight Zone?
Serendipitous or what?
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