Sunday, December 02, 2007

Red-n-white


Balloons!
Snagged in a pine tree
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Sunday, November 04, 2007

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Ollie!


Colleen, Ro and Michelle discover the "internets".
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Saturday, June 09, 2007

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Hooty!


"Babysat" a scottish terrier named Hooty today.

Talk about short legs!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

II Cranberry bog Route 530

I love spring weather: Cool, clear and no insects. In a few months the pine flies and greenheads will bite whatever the mosquitos haven't.
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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Death to False Comics

This Milk and Cheese artwork arrived today.
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McDaniel's Farm

Sometimes work can be pleasant.
This is the area south~west of the actual McDaniel's farm cranberry bogs.
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Monday, February 19, 2007

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Helistat


Lakehurst NJ in 1985 or 1986. The big thing in the background is an old Navy blimp attached to a frame. Four helicopter sections were suspended on the frame. The whole craft was called the Helistat. Piasecki built it for the U.S. Forest Service as an experimental aircraft.

Jim Gosnell was the electrician. He's the fellow on the left. I was his assistant. I'm on the right. There was another electrician, though I don't have a picture of him. We all called him "Mac", I think his last name was MacKenzie. We wired the Helistat.

I forget the name of the fellow in the middle. I think he was one of the Piasecki workers from Sharon Hill, though I'm not 100% sure.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Pneumonia or bust!


Spent too much time splayed out on a couch, drousy, wondering if I've got Flu, a sinus infection or pneumonia. Bored out of my head.

Argh.

There's an idea stuck in my head, a thing that Harlan Ellison wrote in a story titled Grail:

"I know my true friend will appear after my death, and my sweetheart died before I was born." -- Tanaka Katsumi.

Not remembering which story this was in, I Googled. Google confirmed my memory. Google also showed me this, again, by Harlan Ellison:

The great tragedy of my life is that in my search for the Holy Grail everyone calls True Love, I see myself as Zorro, a romantic and mysterious highwayman - and the women I desire see me as Porky Pig.
Grail (1981)