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Dan Hagerty 1941-2016

I remember thinking Grizzly Adams was the coolest.


A Chance To Be The Bandit

More than a few men around my age are going to be spending just a bit of time day-dreaming over the next two weeks.  I doubt we’ll all be forthcoming in admitting it, but look behind the eyes of any men you know between, say 47 and 60, and you’re apt to see a hint of a devilish glint.  A few might even start growing cheesy mustaches, or wearing cowboy hats and pearl-snap shirts, or calling their best friend “Snowman.”

Why?  In a little less than two weeks the car is going up for auction–not the only one of it’s kind, that’s still what it is: the car.


“A Restored 1977 Pontiac Trans Am owned by none other than the Bandit himself, Burt Reynolds, will cross the block on Friday, April 24 at the Carlisle Auctions in Carlisle, Pennsylvania.”  So if you’ve got an extra half-million or so lying around….

So sing it with me, fellow Xers–“East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’, we got time for one more bandit run”

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Are We Not Men? (Hey Sarah, This is for Steve)

I was sitting on a candlelit patio with some friends in the northern corner of the county several months ago,  digesting some damn fine burritos, followed by the best homemade brownies I’ve ever had (really, Sarah) and chocolate chip cookies baked by an expatriot Frenchman,  clop clops of Amish buggies rolling by, scoffing at a redneck imbeciles “rolling coal” through a crossroads village so small that it’s not even a four-way stop, and roiling over old bands from the 70’s and 80’s. (And no, I don’t mean Foreigner and Foghat).

Today, I stumble upon this:


Then add this:




What else could follow my last post?


link Photo I Like sheer awesomeness

My Parents Were Awesome (Well, not my parents, but…)

Here’s a Found Summer Photo I can actually source.  I lifted it from a cool as cucumbers tumblr page called My Parents Were Awesome.  Sadly, my parents were not awesome–they took us on vacation in October because the crowds were shorter–visiting every restored Colonial Village from Saint Augustine (we had time to tour the fort, but not to actually step on the beach–mom hated sand) to Black Creek Village, Ontario.  I’ve seen more women in bonnets demonstrating spinning wheels than I care to admit.  Maybe the couple below would adopt me.

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A “modern day spiritual” as Lawrence Welk’s singers rhapsodize about a romantic pothead loitering in a railroad station–in what kind of parallel universe did this occur?  Somebody should have looked up the word “toke.”

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A Photo I Like (for no good reason at all, except that I can) #1

I have saved hundreds of photos over the years–thank the sneaky gods for terrabites-wide external hard drives–because there are thousands, actually, even though I do occasionally do some house cleaning.  In these dark and busy days–all sorts of meetings this week, NaNoWriMo sucking time hungrily, and I’ve got a cold that manifests itself worst at night, keeping me awake coughing when I should be sleeping–the time seems right to share some.

In fact, here is one now:

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This photo is called “John Brown2”–if he’s the Sheriff, I’m wondering if, every time I plant a seed, he’ll say “kill if before it grows?”  Just a thought.