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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 18, 2013 - 07:44am PT
Short story.

THE DREAM ENDURES/THE DREAM ENDS

Sometimes, the end of a dream is the best part, like when you realize that you have to pee, and NOW, because in the dream you were drowning in the upper Merced River and about to go cascading over Vernal Fall at the same time. And who wants to make an ass of oneself as well as putting and end to same? Not I.

This all began as I was begun myself, with sex. I must say, first, that in this episode yours truly is aged 26. By this time in my life I had accomplished two or three major climbing goals. I had gone up the Salathe and managed to stay alive and in one piece and my partner didnít feel like killing me at the end of the route. Major accomplishment here, and one to crow about in the years ahead. We two had eclipsed the speed record of the second ascent party. We crushed their time. We spent six days up there in all kinds of weather. We also smoked way more Colombian than they had.

Well, the sex came after that, and it was okay, I guess.

I knew I wanted more, so the NW Face of Half Dome was next on the tick list. Maybe I could get some more sex, too.

This came about the end of August that year, and Coco and myself raced up the worldís oldest Six in just over sixty hours. A modicum of effort got us safely down the treacherous descent. We skipped down the trail, knowing we were about to get very WET, very soon.

We came to Emerald Pool.


Emerald Pool is a small, shallow lake located immediately above Vernal Fall in Yosemite National Park. It is named for its deep green color, which is caused by algae living on the rocks at the bottom of the pool. In the summertime during diminished water flow, the Silver Apron (a smooth granite slope over which the Merced River flows into the Emerald Pool) is frequently (albeit illegally) used by hikers as a water slide. Swimming or wading in the Emerald Pool or entering the Silver Apron is prohibited by the National Park Service as waders or swimmers have been swept over Vernal Fall. This prohibition is clearly marked with signs.

I had been a competitive swimmer in school, nationals and all that, and so I slid down into the water in violation of the rules. It was shocking after all the heat. My body immediately went into cramps. I stiffened and could only move my feet, legs, arms under the water with great sweeping gluts of pain engulfing me, the small back spasms incredibly painful.

As I realized I was still underwater, I also sensed a powerful current tugging me irresistibly in the wrong direction. Ooops!

I had not stepped in this one, I had slid boisterously down the slab into the water like an otter oughter. I was no otter, gamboling. I was suddenly a poor drowning victim and a falls fool to boot! I thought to myself, just before waking, there goes the sex, and I WAS GONNA DIE!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 18, 2013 - 07:52am PT
kSunday, July 14, 2013.  Seen at the raft dock, Mikes' in Merced Falls...
kSunday, July 14, 2013. Seen at the raft dock, Mikes' in Merced Falls.
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 18, 2013 - 10:10am PT
Six a.m., smokey the air.
Six a.m., smokey the air.
Credit: mouse from merced

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Jul 18, 2013 - 01:40pm PT
ACUTE BACTERIAL SINUSITUS



Gives a boy pause, start looking past instead away down Gower Avenue.
Timid TopRope

Social climber
'used to be Paradise, CA
Jul 18, 2013 - 01:51pm PT
He's not dead!
If they have you on antibiotics do some reading on how to repopulate the good flora.
My hair brained non medicaly proved advice is dry up some lactobacili cultures from various dairy sources, scrape the outside of a good salami and mix in a saline netti solution and blast it up your nose.
Welcome back.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Jul 18, 2013 - 03:11pm PT
Thanks Timid. I have for the most part avoided antibiotics in my life. This may be the third time. I am reluctantly taking Amoxicillin and Clavulanate Potassium, which is testimony to just how rotten I've been feeling. It's a ten day course (2000 twice/day). I am hoping to cutoff at three days, although this is not recommended.

Non-prescription boosters:

Ascorbic Acid Shades of Linus Pauling
N-acetylcysteine (NAC) This is good for a number of reasons

Looking into these:

Bromelain
Quercetin
Undecylenic acid (10-undecanoic acid)

There is a very powerful probiotic, VSL#3, which should be used with caution.

More on what I've discovered later.

Anyway, what good is a Flames post without at least some mention of fasterners.

Credit: zBrown

The keys are rumoured to reside with these folks:



but there are nine locks and only eight keyholders?

that last would of course be the Prince:

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 18, 2013 - 03:46pm PT
I'm listening to Musical Migrations.

Dude's singing about "I'm in Limbo now."

Limbo.  This is not a vacation to Trinidad.
Limbo. This is not a vacation to Trinidad.
Credit: mouse from merced
Just how low were you?

And how low can you go?

I've never gone so low as to cheat at Scrabble.

Never.

What's the point?

It is a game of cunning and deceit already.

If one can't win using these tactics, you just need more games under your belt.

If I were to take that image and apply it to myself, I would look like this. http://blogs.independent.co.uk/2011/01/05/britainsfattestman-why-do-we-bully-fat-people/

And I'd never get under a limbo bar, in subjunctive theory.

It's wrong to bully anyone because of something they can't do or can't avoid doing because they are ill.

zBrown's sh#t is gold. No, make that platinum, sales are increasing now that he's been incommunicado. http://musicians.about.com/od/ip/g/platinumalbum.htm

Even fvcktup sheeit can be worth more than we know.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 19, 2013 - 04:21am PT
I came across a book that I thought was pretty fun to look through.

The title is Ghosts of Glen Canyon: History beneath LakePowell/C.Gregory Crampton/1989. Five bucks.

The George Steck rafting trip is at this link, showing home movies filmed in the fifties of Glen Canyon, Rainbow Bridge, and other features now inundated.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx2hS_OV9c0
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 19, 2013 - 11:05am PT
Jan and Dean/Surf City (Here We Ain't)--From the movie Deadman's Curve
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8nao_z9NSs

Two to one you didn't know about the wreck.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_and_Dean

Jan and Dean were a rock and roll duo, popular from the late 1950s through the mid-1960s, consisting of William Jan Berry and Dean Ormsby Torrence. They were pioneers of the vocal "surf music" craze that was popularized by The Beach Boys. Among their most successful songs was "Surf City", which topped both the Billboard and Cashbox music charts in June 1963; "Drag City", which was a No. 10 hit on both the Billboard and Cashbox charts in 1963; and their song "The Little Old Lady from Pasadena", which peaked at No. 3. "Dead Man's Curve", which reached No. 8 on the Billboard charts in 1964, was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2008.

In 1972 Torrence won the Grammy Award for Best Album Cover for the psychedelic rock band Pollution's first eponymous 1971 album, and was nominated three other times in the same category for albums of The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.

On April 12, 1966, Berry received severe head injuries in an automobile accident on Whittier Drive, just a short distance from Dead Man's Curve in Beverly Hills, California, two years after the song had become a hit. He was on his way to a business meeting when he crashed his Corvette into a parked truck on Whittier Drive, near the intersection of Sunset Boulevard, in Beverly Hills. He also had separated from his girlfriend of seven years, singer-artist Jill Gibson, later a member of The Mamas & the Papas for a short time, who also had co-written several songs with him. Berry was in a coma for nearly two months; he awoke on the morning of June 16, 1966.

Berry traveled a long and difficult road toward recovery from brain damage and partial paralysis. He had minimal use of his right arm, and had to learn to write with his left hand. Doctors said he would never walk again, but he refused to give up, and ultimately succeeded. Torrence stood by his partner, maintaining their presence in the music industry, and keeping open the possibility that they would perform together again.

Credit: mouse from merced

Deuce Coupe/Bleach Boys
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W611kApLXJc
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 19, 2013 - 11:14am PT
Credit: mouse from merced
Every third Thursday evening at the Vista Winery on Hwy 140 this summe...
Every third Thursday evening at the Vista Winery on Hwy 140 this summer is an "event" featuring local car restorations. Get some!
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Credit: mouse from merced
Needed work, they were just getting into it and had come back just tod...
Needed work, they were just getting into it and had come back just today from a car show in SoCal. They got into deep wet ground and had to get some help pushing it.
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zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Jul 21, 2013 - 03:44pm PT
Credit: Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 21, 2013 - 05:28pm PT
If that's the best you can do as an invalid, it's a grape effort.

This event LOOKS like fun, but for me, no event involving running or moving real fast appeals to me personally. It's fun watching the agony, though, of the feet. SUCKERS!
http://www.elkrun.com/event/great-grape-race-elkrun/

I have always avoided running as exercise. This began in PE, when I quit PE because I wanted to swim mompetitively. What's the first thing the coach made us do? Run.
Grape race.  I voted for Melanie Melonsugar.
Grape race. I voted for Melanie Melonsugar.
Credit: some hard-rocking artist in Northy Caroliny
This was way before the running craze got its start. Pre-Pre, if you know who Pre was. Some would have put his image on the Oregon flag. That wouldn't beavery nice, though, and it was just a thought.

Grape was the best flavor of Fizzies. Fizzies made water taste like a party, even though drinking that water meant you were gonna die after satisfying your thirst.

Pre didn't last long. Jimm Fixx died younger than expected. Ralph Nader's gonna run forever.
http://www.registercitizen.com/articles/2013/07/21/news/doc51eae69940948934254731.txt?viewmode=default

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 21, 2013 - 09:13pm PT
Goat-heads stuck on the go-aheads.
Goat-heads stuck on the go-aheads.
Credit: mouse from merced
"For me, travelling back roads like I do, goat-heads are the number one roadside non-attraction, fox-tails and cockle-burrs are next.

Rock outcrops and boulders and lone rocks stand out as the number one roadside attraction. Trees and weird human leavings are next.

Mariposa's back roads have plenty of all of these. In addition, there is poison oak in abundance and heat aplenty. I always carry plenty of water in plastic ready-to-drink, recyclable bottles. Bottled water is out from now on and I will tell you why. I'll also be adding a shovel to the stuff I haul along on these jaunts into the mappage of Mariposa and other places surrounding Yosemite.

But first the travelogue.

To get started, a fire needs fuel, oxygen, and a heat source.
Credit: mouse from merced
Now we have the science lecture out of the way.
The white rocks--looking toward the Sierra Nevada.
The white rocks--looking toward the Sierra Nevada.
Credit: mouse from merced
On Thursday evening I rode out to the country and toured the remainder of the road on which I found the white rocks.
Here's your rock in the eye back.  And some mud, as well.  Sorry for t...
Here's your rock in the eye back. And some mud, as well. Sorry for the inconvenience, Injun spirits.
Credit: mouse from merced
I made peace with the spirits on Friday and drove on through Conehead Country, which Iíll get to later, but Iíd started late and it was dark-thirty way before I got through the last cattle gate and it was nearly eleven when I got home. The road I had explored is called Indian Gulch Extension. It meets Indian Gulch Road which leads to Highway 140 at the Catheys Valley Forest Fire Station.
Highway 140 and Indian Belch Road.
Highway 140 and Indian Belch Road.
Credit: mouse from merced
You've all been by it a number of times travelling to the Park if you come via Merced.

//Note the fire station.
A prime location to stop
incineration//

I down-loaded my pictures and went to bed with Tylenol PM. Next day I went through the pictures, liked what I had, and went out to continue touring Mariposa back roads, scouting for outcrops and boulders.

I was looking for nothing in particular but like good views giving the lay of the land since I'm a poet guy. I took one dirt road, very steep, labeled Carson Creek View Road. It wasnít much of a view, but the driving up and down that road in Far Niente--AKA the Red Roadent, my Chevy HHR--was a thrill. This road, CCVR, isnít on my DeLorme Atlas's map.
This map is good, but won't enlarge, so sorry.  I rely more on place m...
This map is good, but won't enlarge, so sorry. I rely more on place memory. It's more fun and leads one to unexpected things.
Credit: mouse from merced
Interest aroused!  What's to see up there?
Interest aroused! What's to see up there?
Credit: mouse from merced
CCR is on the playlist, however.

There IS too much commotion in the world of men. Give me rocks and trees who don't argue and take life as it comes, and who don't give a damn if you've mis-identified their type or species. PC doesn't mean diddly out in the boonies; we need the discipline in the modern age, though, just to stay on the correct page, doh! Life is a personal novel, right?

I'm never lost out there. My sense of place, once I've been, is like a bookmark. Also, I always have plenty of gas and water, and a charged battery in the camera. What's to worry? Every road can be re-traced. I needed to do this on Wilburs Way, a turning-off just out of Bridgeport, before I began looking for Guadalupe Fire Road. I thought it might get me near the top of the ridge.

I went up Wilburs Way, but this was a blind alley. Sometimes a blind hawg finds an acorn. I found instead Billy Petersonís place at the end of one of three roads I could have chosenó-it looked as if it went somewhere, and it did, but it is a far-from-normal holding, one that might fit into Middle Earth, were it not just a studio. These mountain folk are free-spirited, silly and friendly, not to mention happy to live where they do, and I wouldnít be at all surprised to find a statue of a Pony or a Transformer placed somewhere on their spreads. Billy's family has been here a while, no doubt.
Credit: mouse from merced
The three-way end of Wilburs Way.  I chose the road on the right, unab...
The three-way end of Wilburs Way. I chose the road on the right, unable to see what was behind the trees.
Credit: mouse from merced
The Hawg's "farm."
The Hawg's "farm."
Credit: mouse from merced
The Snells are in-laws living in Merced, according to Billy Peterson. ...
The Snells are in-laws living in Merced, according to Billy Peterson. Don't recall meeting them.
Credit: mouse from merced
Crazy wonderful place.
Crazy wonderful place.
Credit: mouse from merced
Billy's neighbor's gate, one of many US flags flown out in the boondoc...
Billy's neighbor's gate, one of many US flags flown out in the boondocks. The militia have all vacated and gone to Idaho, one hopes.
Credit: mouse from merced
Back down the way I came on Wilburs Way and instead of going back to Yaqui Gulch Road, which led me in here, I took a right and headed down Old Highway, expecting to find the fire road, but all I saw was Knobcone Pines!

Slowly I turned....

It is the silliest thing. I realized that I had goofed big-time with my earlier musings about junipers and foxtail pines. (Sorry about the commotion, Nita.) It is the knobcone which I had learned was seeded via the heat from fires, not the foxtail, which may or not germinate by fires, I donít care now. I found the Knobbies!
Knobcone hillside and culvert, Old Highway, Bridgeport.
Knobcone hillside and culvert, Old Highway, Bridgeport.
Credit: mouse from merced
See how slim these are: the skanks of the pine family. And they arenít the most beautiful of pines, but are among the most adaptable to bad soil and aridity. Perfickly good tree for Mariposa, by the way. Or in a yard, even, if you don't care to have Sunset Magazine come photograph your place.
Knob cone pine.   Pinus attenuata, &#40;also called Pinus tuberculata&#41;.
Knob cone pine. Pinus attenuata, (also called Pinus tuberculata).
Credit: mouse from merced
Cone and parasite.
Cone and parasite.
Credit: mouse from merced
Dwarf mistletoe, a common parasite on knobbies and some other pine spe...
Dwarf mistletoe, a common parasite on knobbies and some other pine species on occasion.
Credit: mouse from merced
A small grove of knobcones on the roadside held me in thrall and I even did some fun climbing (not of the treesóthey seem unpleasant to climbóbut of the roadside cut. It offered better photographic potential than the roadway. Off the road I would never have attempted climbing with no else one around. I am not crazy, just me is not enough to effect a rescue, LOL. There was only so much traffic, but there had been two or three cars passing by when I stopped to shoot pix, so I climbed up there and was very glad that I did.
I named this problem Idiot's Delight.
I named this problem Idiot's Delight.
Credit: mouse from merced
View east from Old Highway near Bridgeport.
View east from Old Highway near Bridgeport.
Credit: mouse from merced
P.O.  Another world-class climber, to be sure, but not found in El Dor...
P.O. Another world-class climber, to be sure, but not found in El Dorado Canyon, I believe.
Credit: mouse from merced
Roadside granite, Old Highway, Mariposa.
Roadside granite, Old Highway, Mariposa.
Credit: mouse from merced
Jug.
Jug.
Credit: mouse from merced
Besides the photographic results I got, I wasted just enough time to be in the right place at the right time. One short stop at an outpost of humanity yielded these shots, taken just up the road.
View east from the highest point on Old Highway.
View east from the highest point on Old Highway.
Credit: mouse from merced
Looking west.
Looking west.
Credit: mouse from merced
This took up even more time. I had yet to see any sign of a fire road. I did see a turning, though, and I believe the sign read Guadalupe Mountain something-or-other. There were several mailboxes. I thought it looked private. It might have been the gates.

I passed by, not really caring at this point, as I was starving and pointed Far Niente downhill, planning on a quick trip into Merced.

Didnít happen. I got side-tracked.

Flames on the side of the road? So whatís new?
Mouse has an emergency Flames meeting.  He's the only one who can vote...
Mouse has an emergency Flames meeting. He's the only one who can vote. He's the only one there.
Credit: mouse from merced
Old Highway, just west of the Guadalupe Mountain fire road, I copy tha...
Old Highway, just west of the Guadalupe Mountain fire road, I copy that location, we are ten minutes downhill.
Credit: mouse from merced
These werenít hitch-hiking, though. I did stop, thinking to put them out. It wasnít going too quickly yet, there was a chance to do something on my own before I reported this runty-looking spark-fest. But as soon as I began unscrewing the top of one of the bottles of Glacier Water, the fire leaped at me like it wanted to devour my soul and I tossed the sack of bottles back in the back seat and drove through the smoke into the clear.

I thought, kind of hyper, ďHead back to the last place you stopped. They have a phone." Then I thought, "Iím not set up to turn around, thereís probably a place up ahead."

Four miles later, FINALLY, a ranch. The roadís too steep and the hillsideís too uneven on this stretch of Old Highway for home sites. It cost maybe seven or eight minutes to get there, but the lady called it in immediately.

I sat and thought and saw a tractor to shoot. I wanted badly to shoot the individual who started the fire, in truth. Bad juju to think that way, though. I am not one to talk when it comes to fire-starting and trouble. We all err, sometimes egregiously. I have. But a cigaret out the window, that's just as negigently criminal as it gets, and that's who I suspect, a give-a-shit smoker. Toss the keys away on those fire-birds.
Massie Ferguson Mariposa.  MFM.
Massie Ferguson Mariposa. MFM.
Credit: mouse from merced
Truck number three responding.  No shot of the second one.
Truck number three responding. No shot of the second one.
Credit: mouse from merced
We have a culprit in hand.  He admits to playing with steel next to th...
We have a culprit in hand. He admits to playing with steel next to the roadside.
Credit: mouse from merced

I drove down Old Highway, stopped along the way at a very beautiful granite declivity, and toked and shot pix a while, then drove on out to 140 and the fire station not a half-mile up from the intersection. The Old Highway is a fine drive anytime.
Mariposa Creek runs along the Old Highway.  This area is posted, damn!
Mariposa Creek runs along the Old Highway. This area is posted, damn!
Credit: mouse from merced
Roadside bouldering here is not a good idea.  Too much traffic, believ...
Roadside bouldering here is not a good idea. Too much traffic, believa you me! Otherwise, I'd have been on it.
Credit: mouse from merced
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun.  You can't fight the laws of Ma Nature.
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun. You can't fight the laws of Ma Nature.
Credit: mouse from merced
California buckeye.
California buckeye.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
I stopped at the fire station, nobody there, heard no news on the yard...
I stopped at the fire station, nobody there, heard no news on the yard radio. Old Highway is just behind the screen of oaks, the intersection on the right beyond the car.
Credit: mouse from merced
The view from the fire station at Catheys Valley.  Mariposa Creek runs...
The view from the fire station at Catheys Valley. Mariposa Creek runs beyond the oaks, at the base of the hump in the center. The fire was way to the left, upstream.
Credit: mouse from merced
I felt pawn-like. The timing of my stops had set me up to report this fire. My not being sure of where I had to turn, my fascination with the knobbies and my NOT being in a hurry, these all contributed. This is much the feeling Iíd always rather have, either as a rock climber or as well as a self-guided tourist: out for adventure, not taking a topo, relying on happenstance and my inner cool to meet any challenges, and being OK afterwards, but not totally satisfied and realizing this is a good thing. It helps keep one eager for more of the same.

About the changes Iím making in my travelling circus, the addition of a five-gallon container of water, weighing around forty pounds, less than the amount of blubber Iíve lost recently, will greatly increase my chances of being able to deal with a fiery emergency. And a sharp-edged flat-nosed shovel, if used only to bury my feces, will be along for the rides.

Iíve seen no reports for fires in the vicinity, so I must have been on time.

What a long, strange trip it all is.


















mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 21, 2013 - 10:38pm PT
Wheels afire.

Fire in the boiler.

Fire in our hearts.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 22, 2013 - 11:02am PT
5:59 a.m.
5:59 a.m.
Credit: mouse from merced
Six a.m.
Six a.m.
Credit: mouse from merced
Esta maŮana.
Timid TopRope

Social climber
'used to be Paradise, CA
Jul 22, 2013 - 12:31pm PT
MFM-sorry to be such a species nazi but the trees you are calling knobcone appear to be the more common gray / grey / foothill pine. Cone size and shape, canopy shape and needle color and location indicate grey pine.

Signed,

Mr knowitall

PS glorious sunrise from the Tioga. Looks like it's gonna be a gully washin' thunderstorm day in the high country.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 22, 2013 - 04:43pm PT
How many trees have you incinerated?

I used to sell firewood with Tim and it's all gonna burn.

Of course we never sold "mixed" cords of wood.

Even though the namesake and tree-finder of the business, my dog Frank, was a blend of G.Shorthair pointer (here's a tree, guys; there's another one) and Black Labrador, miscegenation among the wood piles was and is not allowed. They don't burn at the same temps and it's just not practical for the buyer. Unless he's a cheap charlie like some just are. "High pockets," they are best avoided. They always want a free stacking job! Frank says, 'Dump it and run.'

No, I've realized there's a whole lot more to IDing trees than I've had time to learn. I respect your knowledge, thank you for your contributions here.

It was a splendid afternoon until that fire, then it just got a bit frantic. I am just glad I was able to help.

Frank Burns.
I fought the Nazis and we're lucky we won.

Franks burn.
Credit: mouse from merced
What do his buns look like?

Frank burns.
Ballpark Franks, they plump when you cook 'em. They burn when you look away.

How did that happen?

OLD FLAME BROILER

See the way I am: B. Burningham.
Put him out! He thinks he's on fiyah!
Then maybe he should retire:
He can't get no hiyah!
Maybe he'll expire:
Won't find no buyer
For that brain of Brian.
It's been too long fryin'.


Rotisserie cooking was my Nana's favorite way to entertain. Spit the meat and let it go while you and the kids play Pinochle and the grandkids swim. She's the person who taught me ways to cheat at Pinochle, my Nana ORA BELLE LARSON.
It's how they cook meat in Mexican kitchens, on a vertical spit. It is a style known as al pastor. J&R Tacos on Main Street, Merced, uses the method, among others. Most wagons will have it on the menu. The meat is shaved off in smallish slices. Succulent!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotisserie

Put another log on the fire, someone.

"Meat the family dog!"--Jimmy Carl Black, the Indian of the group
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 22, 2013 - 05:21pm PT
This is one of those bizzare things that come back on us and we wonder WTF?

Dennis Farina, the actor who played Ray in Get Shorty, and whose violent scene with Gene Hackman I presented on the page just prior to this one, has passed away this morning as a result of a lung clot. It's a horrible way to go, I'm sure, flopping like a fish out of water.

I sure hope he was drugged and under sedation before.

I never watched Law & Order. They say he was in the cast. I'll have to check some episodes out.

RIP, Dennis.

Here's LOOKING AT YOU!

I told you NOT to look at me!
I told you NOT to look at me!
Credit: Google images
Scene from That Old Feeling with Bette Midler.

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Jul 22, 2013 - 07:17pm PT
Credit: zBrown
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jul 22, 2013 - 08:03pm PT
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