06
Jun 22

We’re back!

We are back from our many long travels and my two-week break from writing here. We’ll get to those wonderful adventures starting tomorrow. It’ll be a nice day-by-day symmetry as the site gets back to the daily stuff.

But first, I have to catch up on everything at work. It will take days to work through my email, for example. (And I was periodically checking in on it while I was gone!)

I use the ERRS process.

Evaluate
Reply
Redirect
Simply Delete

Good system, poor acronym.

Some of the email should simply get a picture of this sign, which sits on my desk.

There’s usually not much on my desk, but that’s always front-and-center.

The cats stayed at the house while we were gone. They had a sitter and I think she did an excellent job because the cats didn’t hate us when we returned late Saturday night.

Yesterday, though, Phoebe didn’t let us out of her sight.

And her cuddles left little room for moving around. I was only just able to catch this bit of light in her eye.

Poseidon, for his part, stayed close by as well. Here he is waiting on us to finish breakfast so he could enjoy his Sunday morning routine.

His Sunday morning routine involves a big session of pets with a napkin. He loves napkins.

Because he’s a cat.

And here he is last night rushing the camera, as if he just remembered we still owed him extra pets from our two-week absence.

Today, he woke us up at 5 a.m. He’s cute, but he’s not that cute.

Anyway, tomorrow, we talk van Gogh and airplanes. Come back for that and a lot of cool visuals!


23
May 22

Savor this Monday

Slow busy day. Or is it a busy slow day? And how, precisely, are they different? They are certainly different. I propose more slow days to give us ample time for study. But, before all of that …

We had a nice afternoon ride yesterday. Legs were burning, and at times we were moving very quickly, indeed. Here is the view on the back half of the ride.

I was taking a breath after a little experiment. We were cruising along on a false flat at 30 miles per hour and I decided to see what would happen if I sprinted out an attack. It only took a few hard pedal strokes, and it hurt for quite some time.

Well beyond that photo, I assure you.

Just after, I had enough time to catch my wind before the biggest climb of the day. We’d gone over some steady uphill rollers at 20-plus, and then down a big descent and by the lake and then out the other side, up the big hill. Which is where we find the newest installment in the irregular Barns by Bike series.

I’m sure that one has been featured before. It’s on a hill, so I’m certainly going slow enough to take a picture or three.

It is now time for the series even more popular than the bike riding and the barns to this site, checking in on the cats.

Poseidon is very interested in The Yankee’s breakfast. Or at least the banana.

I interrupted his nap here. He paid me back in kind the next night. And the next night. And probably one more after that.

Phoebe, undercover.

If the sun is out she will forsake the comforts of a fuzzy blanket to catch a few rays. Here she is dozing on the back of The Yankee’s desk.

As I say, she relaxes hard, with an intensity to her naps the likes of which you’ve never seen. We should all be so lucky.

And that’s the theme for the next little bit. It’s time for a summer sabbatical. I’ll catch back up with you here in a few days. Until then, stay hydrated, well-rested and enjoy!


20
May 22

Riding into the weekend

Finally, we were able to get in another bike ride this week. The two extra days off did my legs no favors. But someone didn’t seem phased. I was playing catch up for 90 minutes.

At the very end of the ride I caught her.

Or, seen another way …

Even then, it took a well-timed break — near our pre-selected turnaround point is the home of a few friends who were out in their yard so we stopped for a chat — and a desperate chase just to stay in sight.

She’ll get faster before I do, probably, which is the real concern.

Did you know I am still putting dive videos on social media? I am still putting dive videos on social media. Here’s today’s dose. I’ve got about five more weeks worth of clips, I’m sure.

That’s it for now. See you Monday. Until then, check out my Instagram. And did you know that Phoebe and Poseidon have an Instagram account? Also, be sure to keep up with me on Twitter as well.


19
May 22

To make up for previous long posts, this one is just 200 words

I’ve been trying for three days to get the next bike ride in. So, needing the content and having been cheated out of bike photographs, I stood on the porch, and in the rain and in the driveway, and did …

… that.

Not as good as a bike ride. But the grass is nice and green!

I also updated the images on the front page. You’ll want to check those out; there are a dozen amazing new shots to enjoy. (See all 12! Then let them recycle and count each one, to make sure you’ve seen all 12!)

Otherwise, I’m just explaining things to the cats.

I should have shared the weather radio one, too. But that would have just read like crazy talk.

More tomorrow. Until then, did you know that Phoebe and Poseidon have an Instagram account? Phoebe and Poe have an Instagram account. And don’t forget my Instagram. Leep up with me on Twitter, too.


18
May 22

The year was 1961; do not enter business with Willie’s wife

We haven’t read any old newspapers recently. Let’s go back 61 years, to northwest Alabama. This is The Florence Herald, which we have examined here from time-to-time in the past. Some of my family would have read this paper. Indeed, there’s a brief mention of my great-great grandfather here in a legal notice. And some of the family names appear in some of the local correspondence. But let’s look at the really fun stuff from the weekly, which was published on Thursday, May 18, 1961.

There’s a fair amount to get through over your second coffee. Let’s dive in. This is the lead local story, in a paper that was helping its community celebrate the centennial of the Civil War.

The Reynolds Metals Company, founded in Kentucky in 1919, was a big, big deal. They originally supplied the wrappers for cigarette and candy companies and in the 1920s took over Eskimo Pies because of the foil. They were growing quickly, and in a few more years a few more acquisitions the original U.S. Foil Company became Reynolds. They moved HQ to New York, and then to Richmond. Soon they were mining bauxite, and they opened the plant mentioned here in 1941.

Just before the United States entered the war, R.S. Reynolds ramped up production. He was in aluminum, after all, and he saw a need. Now the second largest producer of basic aluminum in the U.S., Reynolds was key in aircraft production, among other things. A lot of that was rolled out right there. They kept growing after the war, indeed they snatched up six government defense plants that were up for disposal. Reynolds later expanded into non aluminum products such as plastics and precious metals, introducing Reynolds Plastic Wrap in 1982. Odds are you’ve got some of their product in your kitchen cabinets.

The company took out a full page ad in this same issue of The Florence Herald thanking their employees and the community. “Surely the only thing which can surpass our first 20 years at Listerhill will be our next 20 years,” was the last line over R.S. Reynolds’ name. Indeed, they put 37 more years into the area.

When they sold to Wise Metals in 1998-99, there were 1,600 people working at the plant. A global concern picked up Wise in 2015, it was an eight-figure deal. The company is still in operation there, still employing more than 1,200. They recycle and make aluminum cans.

I don’t know if you noticed that story about “Viet Nam” that was set just below the Reynolds piece, and the English standalone photo It’s 1961, and there’s so much patriotic optimism in that story.

Below the fold on the front page …

So it is an interesting time in local and national politics. I shared with you one of the bullet points from Harold S. May’s front page column.

Dude.

May wrote in this same format every week. I looked ahead. “What has Mr. Average Citizen done to deserve it? All of us will suffer alike,” wrote the columnist in the next issue. The columnist — who had served on the Florence Housing Authority and was the chairman of the local board of education — made another, terrible convoluted mention two weeks out, until, finally, he moved back to his local observations and recycled bon mots.

“The wife with plenty of hose sense never becomes a nag,” was one of the lines just above the condemnation above.

It’s a fascinating column in its own way, if you can overlook the regrettable parts.

Finally, according to the search function, he ran this same ad the next three weeks. And then, apparently, never again. There’s a story behind this.

Sadly, we’ll never know it.