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There’s a paved walking path that divides our yard from the neighbors’. And over on that side for some random reason a few flowers are growing out of a grassy part of the ground.
I don’t mind it. I’ll mow around them. They’re only weeds if they are undesirable and I can see no philosophical problem with extra flowers.
The early evening view out of my home office window:
That is not so bad, eh?
You can never read enough Ernie Pyle. And now I get to see him anytime.
I see his desk every day. It is only strange if he starts talking back, right?
On the loading dock today was this large canvas roller. These things intrigue me to no end, even as I know I will likely never have a real use for them myself. But that’s the way of it. Great logo, too:
Dandux is a product of C.R. Daniels, Inc. That company started out in New York City, but was purchased by the Trumpbour brothers soon after, in 1920. They moved to New Jersey, and now also have two custom facilities in Tennessee and Maryland, where this particular roller was produced. The second generation Trumpbour men at Daniels have passed away in recent years and you can find their obits online. They both had military service, which continues a long tradition in their family. Apparently eight of their Trumpbour ancestors fought in the Revolutionary War.
Favorite tidbit, Edward Trumpbour Jr. did not suffer mediocrity, “or as he would say ‘Meatballs.'”
Let’s find out about those 18th century Trumpbours … seems they were of Dutch descent. And at least some of them were enlisted in New York’s Ulster regiments as Tories. Two of the men from that era died in Canada in the 1800s, which is where a lot of Loyalists found themselves during and after the Revolution. Maybe we’re too far removed, in the sense of family history, to talk about the brother-against-brother aspect of that war, but here, it seems, we might have an example of it.
Anyway, their great-great-great-and-so-on grandchildren are still here.
We rode our bikes, where I thought nothing of Trumpbours or ducks or canvas or any other thing. If you chase fast people like The Yankee you don’t have time to think:
I took a bunch of pictures of her on this stretch of the bike ride, one of the few places I could pull alongside. But she kept outrunning my focus, which was weird. She wasn’t approaching the speed of light, but she was somehow defeating it nevertheless.
I did improve on a half-mile climb by four seconds. The cycling app says I presently have the third-fastest time up that climb for the year, which can only mean that most people don’t ride all the way down to the boat ramp and then back up. There’s no way my pitifully slow time should be on a leaderboard.
And, now, three photos of a dog that exhibits none of the personality traits of his owners:
We went to the next town over for a bit of adventuring this weekend. On the way back we stopped for a quick snack. I saw this flier. Some people should just try harder:
Also, the gentleman in front of me had this shirt on:
It seems the least they could do, but be glad for it, I suppose.
We have a nice big flowerbed in the front yard. One side of the house is lined with bushes and flowers. And there’s a little herb garden off the back. So far we’ve just sat back and watched it all grow:
Maybe we’ll do something of our own with it one day.
