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Jun 13

Tuesday throwbacks

Because it is June and my site and so on I’ve decided that this will be a week of older pictures. Most of these are on my phone. Some of them have been in this space or elsewhere on the site or in some of the regular social media places before. So they might be old to you — and bless you for still visiting — or they might be brand new.

Enjoy.

It is hard being the black cat. This is some time in the early fall of 2011:

Later that same year we had Thanksgiving on Dauphin Island. We stopped just as we crossed the bridge for sunset pictures:

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Jun 13

The day of many personalities

At first the day looked like this:

And late in the afternoon, this was the rule:

And that’s not a bad way to spend a Monday.

The posting here will be light this week, but do stop by. I’m going to post an old picture or two just to keep things interesting.

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Jun 13

Catching up

The post where we put extra pictures and call it a day! Let’s do that.

The ladies who won medals at yesterday’s race. The title sponsor, Classic Subaru of Atlanta, said wouldn’t it be nice if the winners took pictures with one of our cars? So the race organizers made that happen, with the end result, unfortunately, being that you can’t see the Subaru in any of the pictures. But, Subaru. So I’ve done my part.

What they don’t know is that three of the ladies in this photograph are blinking.

My grandmother’s dog, BB, doing dog things:

Pizza delivery!

My other grandmother’s roses, doing rose things. My grandmother — both of my grandmothers, actually — could grow anything anywhere:

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Jun 13

Race day

The Yankee had another race at at beautiful Blalock Lakes in scenic Newnan, Ga. this morning. Here’s a panorama of the swimming start. Click to embiggen in a new tab:

I think it is evocative of some 1970s sentiment, what with the faded into chemical oblivion effect the early morning sun offered, and this translucent guy who decided to pop up right in the middle of the shot, only to disappear again. I bet if we look really hard we can see what he’s thinking.

Speaking of early morning, Jimi Hendrix’s Watchtower before 7 a.m., there should be a rule one way or the other on that. As in, every morning or in never in a morning. Not sure which.

Anyway, The Yankee is on the right side of this picture, waiting on the start command:

From a different perspective, atop the levee, you can see the last heat, the red caps, waiting to begin their race. Some of the green caps, the second wave, are already returning from their 600-meter swim.

One of these red caps doesn’t know it yet, but he’s about to be hurting. He made it about 570 meters went suddenly hypoxic and they had to fish him out of the water. He scared us all for a while. They put him in an ambulance and had to talk him down like he’d had too many drinks. He wanted to finish the race, but there was just no way. His poor wife was understandably terrified. They took him off to the hospital. The race organizer, at the end of the day, told me he was doing well. They were giving him more tests. It was nice to see, though, how well they took care of that guy.

Hey, what were you doing as a 12-year-old? I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t racing triathlons:

Here comes The Yankee, back from her 14-mile, hilly ride:

One day I’ll get a good picture of her on the bike. But she’ll have to ride more. She’s been off for a week because of, first, a bike repair and, then, an illness. Despite all of that she still won a medal, placing third overall:

Another Saturday, another piece of bling.

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May 13

Famous hot dogs, famous workouts

Still with the sinuses. Started new pills today, and they’ll be as equally ineffective as the last batch, of which we could charitably say they at least took off a tiny bit of the edge.

Have you been on the sinus and allergy aisle of a drug store lately? The offerings are paltry. Most of the things there are just cardboard inserts. You’ll take those to the pharmacist, who’ll card you, fingerprint you and forward your political affiliations to the IRS.

So you’re left with the cheap stuff, the drug store-branded generics from who knows what country. At least the blister packs work.

Visited Chris’ Hot Dogs in Montgomery today, because it has been there since 1917. They fed FDR, two Bush presidents and every governor for a century. And they’ve served more hot dogs and hamburgers to regular folks than you can count.

Today they served us. Here’s Adam getting his hot dog hamburger combo:

I had the special, which is two nitrate packaged skins in one flour enriched bun, complete with kraut, onions and special sauce. The Yankee had that, minus all the extras. Tasted like a hot dog to me, but the special sauce will clear your sinuses right up, which was enough for one day.

And now for no other reason than they were there, here are the bar stools:

On the wall covered with signed portraits there is a headshot of a judge. A judge signing autographs feels like a problem, but then you see the note: he worked there as a young man in the 1950s. Maybe that early job made all the difference.

More really cool pictures here.

And, now, the funniest video of the day — just stick with it:

Via my friend, Victoria Cumbow.