That's the USPS for ya! Great to hear and you earned it!
The morning was crap, I thought, here in town it was okay-looking, but the mountains didn't look that springtime warm.
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Hite Cove and wildflowers could wait and I crawled back to the sack.
Down at the Farmer's Market I met up with Richard Carlson, my tentmate from the Lodge Employees tents over in the margin of Leidig Meadow in 1968. We both earned Block Ms on the varsity swimming team in 1966.
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Jane Ornberig & Richard "Rainbow" Carlson.
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Richard and Jane Orenburg this morning.
Jane is MHS, class of '65. It made me real happy to see Rich has hooked up with such a smart and sassy lass. He was real down about his late wife's passing for quite a while.
His nickname has always been "Rainbow." The eight-hour loaf.
The Apathy House Stooges, Larry, Mouse, and Muskrat, before the apathy, before graduation, even.
Larry.
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Mouse.
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Muskrat, later the Rev.
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CO Williams, my next door neighbor on Olive Ave. and senior class president.
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Brent Saitch, voted best-dressed senior. A shuttle driver in the Valley for the '71 or '72 season.
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At different times in 1971 or 1972, these two fine upstanding Merced High School Key Clubbers were helped up Monday Morning Slab (Right Side for CO and Left Side for Brent) by the fine guides of The Flames of Campo Quatro, Mouse and the Rev, in exchange for contrabandos--Panama Red from CO and Boone's Farm from the bus driver.
CO is named for his dad, Carvel Oliver, but it's CO. Both Brent and CO worked after school at Julio's Men and Boys on Main, so they were naturally well-groomed and popular. CO went to work for PG&E and ran crews and did troubleshooting in the City and hung out skatboarding with Throwpie on occasion in the seventies. He's always been the motorcycle maniac. He's even more like Whillans now, physically, "twelve stone over." Brent's just retiring from Merced College as a psychotic's instructor. (I'm sure there are plenty there.) He has a Harley. So? CO has ten bikes. That run. What's in the garage not working, who knows? Many.
Carvel and CO were my next-door neighbors and Larry was my neighbor across the back fence. Carvel ran the sales counter at Yosemite Lumber Co. on Sixteenth next to the old SP tracks, now the BN. His family is from Mariposa, and his brother was an engineer on the YVRR.
Here's a shot of Yosemite Farms over on the Santa Fe tracks. Just so you know, there's a Yosemite Ag Credit, too. No connection to Yosemite Farms. Odd.
The Santa Fe going to Atwater, Turlock, Modesto, and points north. This used to be Hadley's, the one that sent the fruit to neebee from SoCal.
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As long as I'm rapping about old guys from high school, there is a real good-feeling shot from the newspaper a few years ago that I want to share.
Joe's kid is an owner of the Partisan Bar. Gary P. was in my 8th gr. class in 1961, one of the first kids I met here.
When I got this today and scanned it thinking it was good for zBrown, who loves woodies in the sand at the beach or in the bed of a 1952 vintage pick-up; with reason, and like zBrown, I had lofty hopes for the end prod.
The correction of the color from scanner output wasn't obvious, however, so I snapped some snaps and got this result in my curious search for the zBrownian goal, i.e., definite answers to vague questions about dark and light at absolutely no charge, which infers neutrality, a total oxymoron. Stupid, stupid Finns. Always overlooking the obvious, their skills as observers, or at least the skills of the watered-down Finn, are maybe a bit too casual. I'm finished. :)
but good ole Uncle Joe
is no longer movin' slow
and he's even ceased to show
any function
Bea Benaderet from Shady Rest, also resting in peace, layed down yak tracks with Wilma in the first four years of The Flintstones.
Bea was Blanche, Gracie's neighbor
and say goodnight, Gracie...uh Miss Allen...did your brother ever get over his new riders?
Bea as far from me and it when i go to mention that any casual observator of the last minute of this shortie will recognize Supertopoc.mom, nonetheless but I shall
Hey MFM my friend's mom, Linda Abbott has an opening this Thursday the 14th at the Merced Multicultural Arts Center. She lived for many years in Yosemite. I'm going to assume her show will be Yosemite themed paintings. It sounds like you're a patron of the Merced scene so check it out. Way back when, she was neighbors with Wayne Merry.
BTW nita really likes that card and wants to know if they are still for sale.
Yes el cap by helen swickard and Chico is a tree city
The card that I just sent, right? I can't remember the scene, but will look toute de suite and get back to you. I'm dropping in there this morning and if I see it I'll recognize it. Was it the El Cap watercolor by Helen Swickard?
I want to meet her since I have been taking so many photos downtown and of the homes in the older section of this Tree City USA. Is Chico listed as one of those? I'm sure Visalia must be. Petticoat Junciton tried to become one, but the Shady Rest isn't all that shady.
Merced-in-the-Sticks, a quiet, peaceful university town.
Tree City USA.
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Merced night life is really a used old vaccuum: It generally sucks bad. I fall down in the dark, but we tried this last night anyway.
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This brick is exceeding sharp and bubbly-like. It's kinda like razor-sharp on some otherwise juggy edges. And in the dark that's Werner-bait. The gobies feel good now, though. Neosporin, every time. (Not that stupid.)
Now the wintertime is coming
The windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody
But I could not get across
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby
I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost
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The Double D. Donini's Dong.
There's it's "brother" train, the Double P, named for Peter's Haan's Pecker, Peter's Peter.
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This is a good blog my daughter Bevin hyped to me. I liked it nicely. '...because she has no illusions of superiority; when she's being human she's just divine.'--Mouse http://www.thewildercoast.com/
"Let's went."
There are lots of those cards, they sell them in sixes but were closed today. I'll send you a box or whatever
The same with ancient alien fossil climbers, even some terrestrial varietrees.
Our top authoritrees are in agreement.
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It occurs to me the majority of trees aren't ever seen by man other than as a forest, hardly as individuals. They laugh at us when the wind blows.
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Their crowns are seldom valuable to any but the tree and the ones living there. Do we instill fear into a forest when we trespass? The animals shut up, but not the plants.
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They want no more sound bites, no moredog bites nor pissing dogs.
What could be worse?
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Hey, I like this one the same! It's better than deleting.
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Barks worse than bites? A question for the future to decide.
I once heard, yep, I did, a phrase that has stuck in my head like some old Grateful Dead: "the tyranny of another generation's music."
Trees do not have ears but can detect sounds, so that puts the ancient question to rest, BTW. Trees are like dogs, notorious for shedding.
There is a tale that some long-ago wag may have used the name in jest.
Waggy: "Let's call this part bark, Shaggy. It's got dog pee all over that bottom part, just like yore foots. And it's all shaggy, too."
Shaggy: "Bite me."
Hey, I like this one the same! It's better than deleting.
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Bottom.
Ivy. The Werner of the plant world. It's got ya covered.
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Top. The top of this palm appears in the center of the next shot.
Dese trees be dose trees. And dese boids be crows.
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I fight authoritree and authoritree always wins.--John MelONcamp
Direct inquiries to me about price. I will tell you not for sale.
The glitter-snow is gold and greenish-blue. Use the sticky blue.
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This is either the S Face, the N Face, the W Face or the E Face, depending on how you want to orient it. But it only plays one song, "America the Beautiful." Belay That She's a Swiving Old Jingo That I Treat Like My Dingo..." an old climbing shanty.
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Technical note: This was shot from a Canon. I used my index finger on the thingy. My right finger, I thinky. Definitely not my pinky.
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