tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24242560184606994472011-11-03T21:23:26.417-05:00Oldfool<b>Everyone is someones fool sometime</b>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.comBlogger462125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-21041865567175221072011-10-31T17:21:00.001-05:002011-11-01T12:32:38.905-05:00Old Fools Journal: Happy Samhain* or Have a happy pagan new year<center><i>Double, double toil and trouble;<br />Fire burn, and caldron bubble.</i><br />Say this aloud only if you mean it <br />but beware, there are consequences even without<br />the cauldron and it's ingredients.</center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vyap67WB46g/Tq8UD85I_zI/AAAAAAAAEh0/9WhmSYxCvHE/s1600/out.2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vyap67WB46g/Tq8UD85I_zI/AAAAAAAAEh0/9WhmSYxCvHE/s400/out.2.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span></b>magine three witches around a bubbling&nbsp;cauldron&nbsp;saying these lines.<br />Witch 1 - <i>Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. </i><br />Witch 2<i> - Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd. </i><br />Witch 3<i> - Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time! </i><br />Witch 1<i>&nbsp;- Round about the caldron go</i><br /><i><br />In the poison'd entrails throw.— <br />Toad, that under cold stone, <br />Days and nights has thirty-one; <br />Swelter'd venom sleeping got, <br />Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!<br /><br />Double, double toil and trouble; <br />Fire burn, and caldron bubble. </i><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;'excerpt from&nbsp;Shakespeare's&nbsp;Macbeth'<br /><br />Only a few of the 7 billion hoomans on Earth that have heard this know it is Shakespeare or even that there was a Shakespeare but these lines have given many of them a thrill or a chill just the same. &nbsp;I don't remember when I&nbsp;first&nbsp; heard it or read it but it certainly gave me a thrill and a chill. <br /><br />I was an adult before I knew who Shakespeare was. I was exposed to him in school but I didn't <b>know</b>. I was an even older adult before I saw Hamlet and that was on film. I have never seen the play I am sorry to say. &nbsp;The images that play at the drive-in&nbsp;theatre&nbsp;in my head come from Walt Disney's cartoons. The cauldron&nbsp;and those witches &nbsp;were permanently&nbsp;etched into my memory tablet. &nbsp;I finally read it and found I knew the story as it is a universal story that is used often in daytime and night time soap operas. <br /><br />The part with the witches is my favorite and I always think of it at Halloween.<br />I am not a&nbsp;superstitious&nbsp;man but the thought of someone making a curse of <i>double toil and trouble</i> I find frightening.<br /><br />The temptation to say those lines with someone in mind has been a temptation that I have struggled to resist. As far as I know there is no way to take them back and I fear the consequences of backlash. <br /><br />To find that someone said those lines in my direction with my name on it would hurt me so I&nbsp;guess&nbsp;spells do work. &nbsp;It doesn't matter that it requires the spellee's cooperation as &nbsp;we seem to give it willingly.<br /><br />I read the "witches chant" once a year and it gives me goosebumps still.<br /><br />We have no children so there will be no bonfire tonight and no sacrifice, animal or human. Even though we have plenty of cats none will be sacrificed.<br /><br />*Samhain (<i>sow-un</i>)is a Celtic celebration older than even the thought of &nbsp;the Johnnie come lately God based religions.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><i>"It is bad luck to be superstitious."</i>&nbsp;</center><center>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;- Andrew W. Mathis</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-2104186556717522107?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-72068239722797048142011-10-26T11:30:00.004-05:002011-10-26T15:03:13.897-05:00Old Fools Journal: Do Something. Why?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>he White Man's Trap. Do something. &nbsp;Why do I need to do something if I have enough to eat, drink and have shelter? If attacked by lions, tigers and bears, oh my, then I will do something, starting with craping myself, but that will take only a split second and then you will see movement. &nbsp;Unless, of course, you blink then you will only see that I'm not there anymore.<br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_V5qf2PxXpw?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_V5qf2PxXpw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"></object><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>his little device does everything for me. It keeps my hands busy and soothes my aching brain. It is made of recycled stuff and can itself be recycled. It produces nothing. &nbsp;It is, I suppose, the equivalent of prayer beads or prayer wheels.&nbsp;I just watch waiting for the moving blocks to run into each other.&nbsp;It drives SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) nuts which is a short drive and I'm always waiting at the destination.<br /><br />Besides this week I am the supervisor and photographer on the "paint the front door" project which SWMBO needs like she needs another cat. This little quick two hour project is on it's third day now. Taking fifty years of paint off the old door is time consuming and becoming expensive.&nbsp;Unfortunately&nbsp;the old paint is not&nbsp;compatible&nbsp;with the new so it is a necessary step.<br /><br />The new paint is Chalkboard as in old school "blackboard" which will give SWMBO a large canvas on which to put graffiti or art as she sees fit.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J649e6T_eTU/TqgwT2H738I/AAAAAAAAEgo/ehuYh7GjgTk/s1600/out6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J649e6T_eTU/TqgwT2H738I/AAAAAAAAEgo/ehuYh7GjgTk/s320/out6.jpeg" width="181" /></a></div><br />This is one of her 2.5 X 3.5 inch (6.35 X 8.9cm) drawings that I just discovered in a tiny notebook.<br />See she doesn't just sit around drinking beer and smoking cigarettes as I have implied in the past.<br /><br />I'm hoping to see&nbsp;continuous&nbsp;changing&nbsp;art work and not just variations of "nuck fou".<br /><br />We had a little set back yesterday as her teeth are falling out in sympathy with mine so there will be delays. &nbsp;Getting old is tough but doable, however it is not for the "faint of heart".<br />-30-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-7206823972279704814?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-60326541965159287252011-10-22T21:33:00.001-05:002011-10-26T10:43:04.193-05:00Old Fools Journal: Voting Day October 22, 2011 or Wasting my time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk3pmXOpTyE/TqM1Sxs2gVI/AAAAAAAAEgE/OZJQQgTBZ8Q/s1600/DSCF3216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="464" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk3pmXOpTyE/TqM1Sxs2gVI/AAAAAAAAEgE/OZJQQgTBZ8Q/s640/DSCF3216.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>This is proof that I went to vote today. <br />It does not prove I voted. It doesn't matter&nbsp;whether&nbsp;I did or not but I did.<br />I did not vote for anybody.<br />What voting I did was against the incumbent but there was not anyone on the ballot worthy of a vote.<br />If there had been a "None of the above" it would have been my choice but<br />I did go vote not that it matters.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ke8FfZhuK5Q/TqM3NkAN0AI/AAAAAAAAEgM/3Af4yiMEQV8/s1600/DSCF3215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="536" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ke8FfZhuK5Q/TqM3NkAN0AI/AAAAAAAAEgM/3Af4yiMEQV8/s640/DSCF3215.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>It was nice ride with beautiful weather but I did not care for finding this molting turtle in my neighborhood. It's not quite as big as the one I wrote about a few post back. It was molting so the automobile&nbsp;completely&nbsp;flattened it. It was a little too fresh to bring home but a week in the sun, ants and wind will fix that. I'll check on it next week. &nbsp;I have christened it "Frisbee".<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPwFzuH74cI/TqN1nh68-BI/AAAAAAAAEgc/XLjyrjpkZfE/s1600/DSCF3219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="528" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPwFzuH74cI/TqN1nh68-BI/AAAAAAAAEgc/XLjyrjpkZfE/s640/DSCF3219.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I told Frisbee what I thought about voting today but he seems preoccupied. If anyone had seen me standing there in the street talking to a roadkill turtle they would have just thought I just was talking on the phone. It's a kind of craziness that is accepted these days.<br /><br />When I got home I played in the dirt. It made me feel cleaner than voting did.<br />Bike riding: &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; positive<br />Looking at the Golden Rod: &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;positive<br />Re-potting&nbsp;a plant: &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;positive<br />Voting: &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;negative<br />Observing the lack of sensitivity of people: &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; negative<br /><br />Do you suppose that not voting could be construed as a protest?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-6032654196515928725?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-81921868965005223892011-10-19T15:05:00.000-05:002011-10-19T15:05:22.928-05:00Old Fools Journal: Just Another Candy Assed Southerner or Autumn was too short.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>W</b></span>hen I woke this morning from my peaceful dreams I decided not to get up. I kept telling myself that it was too cold but the real reason was I had not yet decided what task I was going to do to put off the tasks that needed doing. Finally nature took over and it was get up or swim. Now I'm&nbsp;writing&nbsp;this to keep away from the to-do list. When this is finished then I'll take a nap which should take me to cocktail time. Thus another successful day will be done.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKX3SADJegY/Tp8fclk5v0I/AAAAAAAAEfk/nmIWUmdWPfs/s1600/dscf2371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKX3SADJegY/Tp8fclk5v0I/AAAAAAAAEfk/nmIWUmdWPfs/s640/dscf2371.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>I found on arising that I had not only left my electric heat on low but I had also turned on the bathroom heater which is the 150 watt bulb under the sink. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MrS0gWWIY0/Tp8f_mIgBfI/AAAAAAAAEfs/G-Jr3hTMbH8/s1600/dscf2325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MrS0gWWIY0/Tp8f_mIgBfI/AAAAAAAAEfs/G-Jr3hTMbH8/s640/dscf2325.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Stumbling to the stove I found a fire already laid. &nbsp;I don't remember doing any of that. I think the&nbsp;fairy's&nbsp;came. &nbsp;It was only 45 degree F out but like I said in the title.<br /><br />I won't be running around nekkid today.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1n5ZltAq90/Tp8gG171dMI/AAAAAAAAEf0/9JjLX3-wbS4/s1600/DSCF3203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1n5ZltAq90/Tp8gG171dMI/AAAAAAAAEf0/9JjLX3-wbS4/s640/DSCF3203.JPG" width="592" /></a></div>This is my table wine of choice. Chianti has been my favorite for years now. There are others that I partake for special occasions but this is hands down my favorite everyday wine (that I can afford). &nbsp;Actually there are probably others I would choose over this if I could afford them but then I would be part of the 1% and I like this just fine. I do indulge in others but this is the everyday stuff.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXeioK4BW-A/Tp8gHPpyOzI/AAAAAAAAEf8/lLqidGbEmP4/s1600/DSCF3205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXeioK4BW-A/Tp8gHPpyOzI/AAAAAAAAEf8/lLqidGbEmP4/s640/DSCF3205.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>When it's empty I roll it into this. It is exactly the &nbsp;right length for my stove. One of these burns hot and fast lasting about 20 minutes which is enough to take the chill off my humble hovel on most days if the wind is not blowing. With a north wind blowing like today a few boards cut from some old used up pallets, which I get for free, fills in. &nbsp;They burn hot and fast as well so care has to be taken not to create a melt down. &nbsp;As I write this in the afternoon it is still only 63*F outside but a few light bulbs are keeping it at 75*F inside. I can live with that. I did break out the wool kilt and have had lined moccasins on since my bare feet hit the floor. I'm so used to being barefoot they do feel strange but the pain of cold feet just ain't my thing.<br /><br />This is our first "cold" cold front and it is just in time to keep the&nbsp;vegetation&nbsp;from overtaking our buildings. Now if the first freeze will just stay away for another six weeks I should have some fresh ripe tomatoes for winter solstice. We'll have fried green tomatoes within the next couple of weeks. Yum.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-8192186896500522389?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-73820483125184314892011-10-17T11:44:00.004-05:002011-10-17T11:51:54.814-05:00Old Fools Journal: Local Art and Other Stuff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvdrJddoFs0/TpsUOG6qEtI/AAAAAAAAEeg/nDMWKUERnCE/s1600/DSCF3187.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvdrJddoFs0/TpsUOG6qEtI/AAAAAAAAEeg/nDMWKUERnCE/s640/DSCF3187.1.JPG" width="450" /></a></div><center>Discarded mufflers and exhaust pipes. Located in Raceland, La.</center><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_IDd8ebDNE/TpsVAaK7k8I/AAAAAAAAEeo/XhvaT0sk8YY/s1600/DSCF3176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_IDd8ebDNE/TpsVAaK7k8I/AAAAAAAAEeo/XhvaT0sk8YY/s640/DSCF3176.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Roommate that lives on the window shade. Eats meat such as flies,&nbsp;mosquitoes&nbsp;and those pesky little aggressive jumping spiders. I am her friend but she keeps a wary eye on me as if she is not sure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvbfDO6Z-u4/TpsWnzD1qnI/AAAAAAAAEew/meNxIJ_-CHo/s1600/DSCF3174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="550" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvbfDO6Z-u4/TpsWnzD1qnI/AAAAAAAAEew/meNxIJ_-CHo/s640/DSCF3174.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I cannot get a&nbsp;focused&nbsp;photo of BB (Black Bastard) the "not here" dog. She is moving just&nbsp;beyond&nbsp;the speed of sight 24/7. I think she is doing speed. My camera is not quick enough to stop her motion even when she is standing still. &nbsp;I'm thinking of changing her name to Flash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGQIy8vFJWM/TpsXAFcLS3I/AAAAAAAAEe4/g3D11qHBvIM/s1600/DSCF3140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGQIy8vFJWM/TpsXAFcLS3I/AAAAAAAAEe4/g3D11qHBvIM/s640/DSCF3140.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><center><i>Blurry photo. I was doing this on the run.</i></center><br /><center>The far calico has earned her stripes. She is a proven mouser and that is why her "friends" and siblings &nbsp;are lined up for what they think is rightfully their share. She thinks different.</center><br /><br />Some will find the video below offensive. I certainly do. I have edited it to the point that anymore and it won't be a video. The long version is on you tube.<br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/26MUae2Amgk?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/26MUae2Amgk?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"></object><br /><center>Cats will be cats. Unlike dogs they have no empathy or compassion, qualities that many humans lack as well.</center><br /><br />Note: This is a sorry mess but I'm not getting on so good with blogger this morning so I think I'll stop now. Better luck tomorrow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-7382048312518431489?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-28169380408660313192011-10-15T15:30:00.001-05:002011-10-15T15:36:01.074-05:00Old Fools Journal: The Perils of Canned Food or How are you old people going to get the dog food out of the can when you get hungry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9YuRUeVm2A/Tpm5-rBLx9I/AAAAAAAAEdw/CTrvZNy6V1U/s1600/DSCF3191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9YuRUeVm2A/Tpm5-rBLx9I/AAAAAAAAEdw/CTrvZNy6V1U/s640/DSCF3191.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">W</span></b>hile at my favorite thrift store yesterday I pondered that question when I saw this. Steel cans have been in use since before 1810?? when Peter Durand patented the process in England and they have been in commercial use since&nbsp;Hall and Bryan Dorkin opened the first commercial canning factory in England in 1813. &nbsp;<i>The dates are unchecked so use accordingly</i>. &nbsp;Those first cans were a bitch to open so the history books say but as time when on and the steel got thinner devices like you see above became practical.&nbsp;The tin on tin cans was to cut down corrosion and was only a thin plating. &nbsp;I was an adult before I discovered that tin cans were steel and not tin.<br /><br />This one is an Elco made in the U.S.A. has the price of 35 cents stamp on the side and is fairly heavy so I'm guessing the 30's or 40's. It is the only type I remember seeing as a child.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPcIeURdmTM/Tpm5-yEQn_I/AAAAAAAAEd8/7mu-0cKfie0/s1600/DSCF3193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="328" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPcIeURdmTM/Tpm5-yEQn_I/AAAAAAAAEd8/7mu-0cKfie0/s640/DSCF3193.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><center><i>closed</i></center><br />I have been eating out of "tincans" all my life and some things just don't seem normal unless they come from a can. The fact that canned food does not need refrigeration led to it's use in the military. It beat the hell out of hardtack and salted meat. <br /><br />In 1942 the military ordered a bunch of these openers call the P-38. &nbsp;Some think it was named after the fighter airplane but I think it is because it is 38mm (1.5inch) long.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxp8gEEs_EQ/Tpm5_maWkRI/AAAAAAAAEeI/ZWt_65zNeek/s1600/DSCF3192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="409" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxp8gEEs_EQ/Tpm5_maWkRI/AAAAAAAAEeI/ZWt_65zNeek/s640/DSCF3192.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><center><i>open</i></center><br />A later model that was 51mm came out called the P-51 and of course it was thought the name came from the airplane. The government ordered a bunch of these in 1942 to issue with the then new "k" rations. I have no idea of when they were invented and don't really care but I found a picture of one in this 1924&nbsp;<a href="http://tinyurl.com/3bcpo57">Modern Mechanics</a>.<br /><br />This little P-38 showed up in my change purse the other day. I knew I had it around somewhere. Little did I know that it was in my pocket. Men make fun of women's purses and what they carry but you should see what men pack around in their pockets. One day last winter I went out running errands and when I got home I found that I had packed three large pockets knives all over town. I'm a little absent minded I guess.<br /><br />I don't know when I got this p-38 but it was around 35 or 40 years ago and is genuine war surplus. &nbsp;I have two &nbsp;and the other one is on one of my key chains. They both have "US speaker" stamped on them. Speaker was the manufacturer.<br /><br />Over the years I have bought, wore out, used up and discarded a mountain of modern&nbsp;electric&nbsp;junk but the hand operated stuff just keeps on keeping on.<br />I'll keep them around along with a lot of other old fashioned stuff that works.<br />When the government shuts off Social Security I'll at least have a way to open the dog food I steal. Why dog food? Because you don't have to cook it and I want to keep my&nbsp;strength&nbsp;up for manning the guillotines.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-2816938040866031319?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-77512474976357897922011-10-12T12:44:00.001-05:002011-10-12T12:48:51.383-05:00Old Fools Journal: The Hazards of Sharing the Road With Cars or This turtle's race is over.<center><i>Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not die, so do other creatures.<br />-</i>His Holiness the Dalai Lama</center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5yjbGwPvdLM/TpW_V5pB3xI/AAAAAAAAEdc/7C6XH5z7bZ4/s1600/DSCF3163.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5yjbGwPvdLM/TpW_V5pB3xI/AAAAAAAAEdc/7C6XH5z7bZ4/s640/DSCF3163.1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span></b> found this guy in the ditch on the way to the library the other day, made a mental note and went back for it the next day. &nbsp;I knew it would still be there because it has no value to the city folk riding by sealed up in their automobiles. This sort of thing is precious to this oldfool and has been since I was a boyfool.<br />This critter is no baby as it is 8 by 10 inches (20 by 25cm) so it is not young. There is no telling how old he/she is or how many times it has crossed this road in its life. &nbsp;Obviously it did it one to many times and was smashed. Some drivers aim at them but most are afraid one this size will damage their precious car. &nbsp;Preciousness of life is not considered. &nbsp;Most are probably hit by texting or other brainlessness.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zk4VW8_CBg/TpIVsxnRh6I/AAAAAAAAEdM/aF75ja3LrYY/s1600/DSCF3161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zk4VW8_CBg/TpIVsxnRh6I/AAAAAAAAEdM/aF75ja3LrYY/s640/DSCF3161.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I see hundreds of smashed turtles every year. &nbsp;It really bums me out as these simple long living creatures have a right to natural life and natural death. This is where they have done that since long before the white man was invented.&nbsp;Then they&nbsp;only had being eaten occasionally as a problem. Then the white man invented the automobile and asphalt. &nbsp;Few agree with me as "you can't stand in the way of progress" you know. &nbsp;Progress my ass. &nbsp;Giant turtles running over cars and smashing them would be progress. &nbsp;It would make a good movie for the turtle's&nbsp;cinema too.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyldyZazHxA/TpXBPhur0GI/AAAAAAAAEdk/P8P43vUeEyU/s1600/DSCF3164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyldyZazHxA/TpXBPhur0GI/AAAAAAAAEdk/P8P43vUeEyU/s320/DSCF3164.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WigUk5ggRY/TpM1_cmPHEI/AAAAAAAAEdY/3WqpD26mcDw/s1600/DSCF3167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WigUk5ggRY/TpM1_cmPHEI/AAAAAAAAEdY/3WqpD26mcDw/s640/DSCF3167.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><br />I sat and conversed with him/her for a while but it was very one sided. I apologized for the mindlessness of humans and some of our other faults as well.<br />As a child I was told that animals don't feel pain like we humans do but I know that is pure bullshit. This creature lived long enough after being smashed to want to be dead I'm sure.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This one lives in our backyard. I call him Churchy La Femme after Churchhill La Femme in Pogo. One of&nbsp;one sometimes one of three other times. &nbsp;They kind of come and go. &nbsp;It is about half the size of that empty shell. It is hard to compare right now as this one is molting. He/she has&nbsp;escaped&nbsp;but returned. Apparently it likes domestication and is going&nbsp;through the change of life. Until recently it was&nbsp;carnivorous&nbsp;but has now changed to being a&nbsp;vegetarian. We are told that is a sign they have come of age. I have to get it registered to vote. That shouldn't be too hard as dead people sometimes vote here as do others that are not near as smart or aware as this guy.<br /><br />I have been informed by SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) that it loves celery but doesn't care for apples.<br /><br />Life is cheap these days. Drivers don't mind running over a mere animal of any kind. A pedestrian or a bicycle is something that most make no special effort to avoid so a turtle, alligator or snake is no problem as there is no penalty. If they exploded once in a while it would probably be another story.<br /><br />The broken shell will be put in the garden as a monument to the turtle that made it. It is more "art" than anything I can do.<br /><br /><center><i>so it goes.</i>-Kurt Vonnegut</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-7751247497635789792?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-9303546690060024422011-10-10T12:09:00.001-05:002011-10-10T12:59:43.509-05:00Old Fools Journal: Inspiration and Where Can I Buy Some?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-folmjjiqt1Y/TpMkthUj7eI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/sJxt6OrGczU/s1600/DSCF3168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="582" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-folmjjiqt1Y/TpMkthUj7eI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/sJxt6OrGczU/s640/DSCF3168.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>I </b></span>am really at a loss when my Inspiration dries up. &nbsp;I usually have some tucked in a corner somewhere but as often as not when I drag it out it's the wrong kind. &nbsp;I don't know if it can be invented but I don't seem to be able to. &nbsp;I have to wait until I stumble over it. These days when I feel a shortage coming on I start looking. If I'm out entirely then I look harder. The only other option in this case is despair.<br /><br />Until a few years ago I could not live without a goal. &nbsp;I thought I had to have one no matter how small but then one day I didn't have one and it was O.K. &nbsp;I liked it better when I had one but it was O.K.<br /><br />I'm not talking about short range goals like stacking a little fire wood for the winter or laying a fire in the stove for the next cold morning even though they are&nbsp;satisfying.&nbsp; I'm talking about setting off to cross an ocean or learning to shoe horses or even building a tree house. Something that will take time and effort to prepare for as well as do. Something a tad dangerous.<br /><br />I have queued up some projects but they will be over so quick I hesitate to start them. &nbsp;I look forward to the end of the day so I can stop thinking about this subject for a while. There is nothing so relaxing as having a tooth ache, being scheduled for brain surgery or execution as it takes your mind off this little problem.<br /><br />Meanwhile acorns are raining from the trees as they do every two years and the TV is on yelling at me in Spanish which is part of the ongoing goal to become fluent in that language. It has been ongoing for about 50 years. I sometimes understand what they are saying because of the visual but even then sometimes I don't. &nbsp;When I started many years ago it seemed like a string of gibberish but now it's a lot of individual words strung together most of which I have no idea of the meaning. &nbsp;It does cause me to look up words. &nbsp;I try to watch a little&nbsp;Mexican&nbsp;soap opera each day. It's shallow and inane but they use everyday words like everyday people do and overact so I can sometimes get the meaning. &nbsp;I mimic the speech patterns but leave out the over acting. Well, for the most part anyway as I like to overact the bandido stuff. &nbsp;They seem to have bandido's in everything.<br /><br />I mostly use the TV for watching videos of something I'm trying to learn like Spanish. It's off now because there is only so much I can stand. &nbsp;One thing about watching the news in Spanish is they have better looking sexpots for announcers than Americans do. I like that. Sexpots are OK in any language.<br /><br />I have been told that my&nbsp;pronunciation&nbsp;and accent is very good. &nbsp;So I guess that means that whatever nonsense I'm spouting the words are&nbsp;completely&nbsp;understandable even if the meaning is incomprehensible. I should do politics. I'd fit right in. Comprende?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrSGuwe8pD8/TpMqFMpmd0I/AAAAAAAAEdU/wkt7dAxRGz8/s1600/DSCF3175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrSGuwe8pD8/TpMqFMpmd0I/AAAAAAAAEdU/wkt7dAxRGz8/s640/DSCF3175.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">M</span></b>y bride SWMBO just brought these fresh from the oven so I have to go now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-930354669006002442?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-34301347611383560752011-10-08T14:00:00.002-05:002011-10-08T14:29:12.370-05:00Old Fools Journal: Changes In Latitudes or 'Thangs change' too fast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbN0_YXPpaY/Tod3neGsu2I/AAAAAAAAEb4/36Se-78NKYk/s1600/Street_Loreto_new.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="420" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbN0_YXPpaY/Tod3neGsu2I/AAAAAAAAEb4/36Se-78NKYk/s640/Street_Loreto_new.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">T</span></b>his is Rosendo Robles in Loreto, Baja Sur, Mexico. We lived there in a past life. I built that board fence about half way down the street on the left. &nbsp;The power pole there is the far end of that fence. The street ends at the Sea of Cortez. &nbsp;This is pretty much how it looked when we were last there in 1990.<br />To my right a couple of hundred feet on the cross street I'm standing on ends at the plaza in the center of town. The Google view truck did not go there.<br />Photo scanned from a 20 plus year old Kodachrome print taken with a cheap Nipponese camera.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw2hBR15jJA/Tod3ts3Bz5I/AAAAAAAAEb8/HQkQyljhs0k/s1600/Rosendo+Robles.2_new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="524" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw2hBR15jJA/Tod3ts3Bz5I/AAAAAAAAEb8/HQkQyljhs0k/s640/Rosendo+Robles.2_new.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Same street twenty or so years later photo supplied by Google Earth. That little patch of blue at the end is the Sea of&nbsp;Cortez. I would probably be arrested for vagrancy here now. &nbsp;Notice the difference in the number of cars.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7FknjAPYec0/TozFRda_soI/AAAAAAAAEco/PytX0wIFJHA/s1600/pig.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="448" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7FknjAPYec0/TozFRda_soI/AAAAAAAAEco/PytX0wIFJHA/s640/pig.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div>This guy used to live across the street in the lot behind the blue car on the right. He got a lot bigger than this and once took a stroll down the street. I don't remember what his fate was but I'll bet it had to do with tacos. Our favorite pork taco place when we lived there was several blocks away at a &nbsp;house near the &nbsp;'super mercado'. &nbsp;They would butcher a pig and roast it on an open fire then serve it up as tacos. Just a tortilla with the best roast pork you've ever eaten other than kalua pork .<br /><br />I took a little tour around town via&nbsp;Google&nbsp;Earth and it looks pretty much like it did when we lived there. Lots of partly done construction and chaos. Muddy too so it must have just rained. &nbsp;My next door neighbor in the foreground on the left still looks pretty much the same except that the greenery has gotten bigger.<br /><br />I'm sure there are those that think the title of this post is just another rant from another old fool but I assure you that I am aware of how temporary everything is even the dirt we stand on. &nbsp;Until about the middle of the last century changes started happening at a faster pace in the human world. Prior to that change was rather slow so went largely unnoticed. I started noticing the increase in the speed of change in the 1970's. &nbsp;I countered it by moving further and fruther from the center of human activities. &nbsp;It came to a head for me in the '90's when I visited the place I grew up in Arkansas. &nbsp;SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) had to drive me out into the woods and throw buckets of cold water on me until I calmed down. Heavy medication with beer and gin for a few days and I realized I was going to have to adapt. I have to a point but not without medication.<br /><br />The only thing good about this recession we are in is that change has slowed somewhat but that is a mixed blessing. Perhaps by not changing material things we will change the way we think and what we believe for a while.<br /><br />Nah, what am I thinking?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-3430134761138356075?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-58764079137759764362011-10-06T10:41:00.002-05:002011-10-06T11:19:12.764-05:00Old Fools Journal: Oh No! Not Another Chair or I can't control myself I have to fix it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwQ8U3t2bOU/TozPjlOKCrI/AAAAAAAAEdE/qfaSmgrg0t4/s1600/DSCF3137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwQ8U3t2bOU/TozPjlOKCrI/AAAAAAAAEdE/qfaSmgrg0t4/s640/DSCF3137.JPG" width="482" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I </span></b>picked this wooden chair from the trash one day a while back while running errands. The right front leg was broken right at the seat bottom.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ID95Qw7PJrQ/TozPiro1F1I/AAAAAAAAEc0/WcE2IurfS3M/s1600/DSCF3133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="558" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ID95Qw7PJrQ/TozPiro1F1I/AAAAAAAAEc0/WcE2IurfS3M/s640/DSCF3133.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I pushed it back together and let it sit out in the rain for a few days. &nbsp;While it was there soaking up the rain it fixed itself and could be sat in once again.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHVSzbZzJuc/TozPjEeV0SI/AAAAAAAAEc8/N7UhkHXTuz8/s1600/DSCF3135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHVSzbZzJuc/TozPjEeV0SI/AAAAAAAAEc8/N7UhkHXTuz8/s640/DSCF3135.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I thought it not a good idea to leave it alone. &nbsp;It was weak on that front leg. &nbsp;It did not show it and was only a problem if it dried out and you picked it up. In that case the leg might fall off. &nbsp;So I put it on the bench and took it apart. It had swollen so tight I had to use a mallet to hammer it apart and that is a good sign<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_wtm--C0gI/TozPjTDQJLI/AAAAAAAAEdA/Z3gNY7-75zw/s1600/DSCF3136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_wtm--C0gI/TozPjTDQJLI/AAAAAAAAEdA/Z3gNY7-75zw/s200/DSCF3136.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG4dok7w268/TozPiJzlx_I/AAAAAAAAEcs/aOzs_cBhoX4/s1600/DSCF3131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG4dok7w268/TozPiJzlx_I/AAAAAAAAEcs/aOzs_cBhoX4/s200/DSCF3131.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />I has all the marks of a&nbsp;useful&nbsp;life. A chewed leg, a scuffed cross brace, dings and paint splatters decorate it leading me to speculate about it's life while preparing the glue.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh4v611nOQk/TozPideTOQI/AAAAAAAAEcw/YV5zNPQDKnM/s1600/DSCF3132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh4v611nOQk/TozPideTOQI/AAAAAAAAEcw/YV5zNPQDKnM/s400/DSCF3132.JPG" width="400" /></a><br />It is of solid wood &nbsp;and because of the plugged holes next to the back legs, indicating that somebody made a mistake, I am led to think that a person put it together and not a machine.<br />You can see the plugged holes below and near the edge of the seat.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hdJU0Io2P7s/TozPi-PTSLI/AAAAAAAAEc4/6NokBmH5zYk/s1600/DSCF3134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hdJU0Io2P7s/TozPi-PTSLI/AAAAAAAAEc4/6NokBmH5zYk/s640/DSCF3134.JPG" width="598" /></a></div>It was probably not necessary but being a belt and suspenders sort I made a pin from a serrated bronze boat nail, applied glue all around and hammered it back together. &nbsp;Any marks the mallet might make just adds to its&nbsp;character. &nbsp;The leg (on the right side) is now firmly in place and probably as strong as when new. <br /><br />This is not a cheap throw away item so why was it thrown away? <br /><br />This is the forth found chair I have picked up &nbsp;and repaired in the last couple of years. Had I known the person that threw it away I would have repaired it for free but I think the mindset now is "throw it away" and buy more cheap junk.<br /><br />The metal chair I am sitting on now is having its problems. &nbsp;It has a stretched cloth bottom that has sagged over time but it has a provision to&nbsp;re-tension&nbsp;it. It has been adjusted about as much as it can stand so to&nbsp;compensate&nbsp;for the sag I have used some of the fabric I have picked up for future projects to level it out.<br />It makes for&nbsp;convenient&nbsp;hidden storage. Now the bottom is starting to tear but no problem I'll just sew a new one using some of the&nbsp;fabric&nbsp;I'm sitting on or maybe design something entirely different. &nbsp;You can be sure it won't be "thrown away".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-5876407913775976436?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-70943270041920764782011-10-04T11:39:00.001-05:002011-10-04T11:39:00.772-05:00Old Fools Journal: Fixing Stuff or If it can't be repaired it's junk.<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span></b>f you have been reading my post for any length of time then you know that I am a bit of a lamp freak. Actually I think of myself more as a light freak since I don't limit my interest in light to electric lamps only.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYGvgq-LsIY/TosgCx5ZbrI/AAAAAAAAEcg/uvn97LYBIJ8/s1600/DSCF3123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYGvgq-LsIY/TosgCx5ZbrI/AAAAAAAAEcg/uvn97LYBIJ8/s640/DSCF3123.JPG" width="558" /></a></div>I picked up this lamp at the thrift store for three dollars (USD). It was clean (something you don't often see), it had a bulb and it had a strong clamp but the switch seemed a little iffy. &nbsp;Clean was good enough but the bulb, socket and&nbsp;portability&nbsp;made it a good value.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLeMaG6SrFE/TosgBhy3-JI/AAAAAAAAEcU/ssyjzh2K6GA/s1600/DSCF3120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLeMaG6SrFE/TosgBhy3-JI/AAAAAAAAEcU/ssyjzh2K6GA/s640/DSCF3120.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>On disassembly I discovered that it had a 250 watt socket and a switch assembly that could be taken apart and cleaned up. That little pin on the left of the exploded switch had brazed itself to one of the copper contacts and trying to force it had lifted the other end off the other copper contact. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFp3JkaDE24/TosgCFBAhdI/AAAAAAAAEcY/2sfpGsL6T9I/s1600/DSCF3121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="336" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFp3JkaDE24/TosgCFBAhdI/AAAAAAAAEcY/2sfpGsL6T9I/s640/DSCF3121.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>It was easily cleaned. It actually took longer to clean up the battery contacts and probe tips on my meters than it did to repair the switch.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud8u7Y9-nE/TosgCdLcSII/AAAAAAAAEcc/hLzklA_-S_o/s1600/DSCF3122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="528" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xud8u7Y9-nE/TosgCdLcSII/AAAAAAAAEcc/hLzklA_-S_o/s640/DSCF3122.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Reassembled and it works &nbsp;beautifully.<br /><br />I have several of these portable lamps and I use them extensively expecially&nbsp;during&nbsp;the winter. &nbsp;My eyes still work pretty good for a geezer but they do require a lot of light.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC-Caah-OJI/TospQaB7vfI/AAAAAAAAEck/V4ntlXhv9Fg/s1600/DSCF3126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="638" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC-Caah-OJI/TospQaB7vfI/AAAAAAAAEck/V4ntlXhv9Fg/s640/DSCF3126.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>This lamp has a permanent storage spot above the dark hole of the aft end of the galley were it will be used several times daily. It can be redirected into the closet on the other side which is a light absorbing black hole. Light goes in there and never returns. &nbsp;That closet is a scary place. I was rummaging around in there a while back and felt something stiff and furry. Since it did not snarl and snap at me and seemed quite stiff I pulled it out and found it to be a house shoe I got for Christmas in 1972. I'm wearing them now and they still work good.&nbsp;Never mind&nbsp;the mess and the propane torch is an essential cooking utensil.<br /><br />The bulb is a CFL which I have mixed feelings about. &nbsp;I find that in daily on/off use they don't last any longer than a quality incandescent. &nbsp;They do work well for overnight light such as a porch but only if you don't need a lot of light. They get dimmer and dimmer &nbsp;pretty quick. &nbsp;I use them in the summer because even though they do create heat it is not near as much as an&nbsp;incandescent&nbsp;and in a close space that is important. &nbsp;I have switched out the CFL's for incandescent for the winter. &nbsp;With all of them on I get a nice even heat distribution though out the hovel on wheels. On many days I need no other heat except when it's very cold and in the mornings to knock the chill off.<br /><br />Now it's time to heat up some of &nbsp;SWMBO's left over homemade potato soup. &nbsp;It's not just food it's pure magic and I don't need teeth.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-7094327004192076478?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-11284456457056495512011-10-02T13:33:00.001-05:002011-10-02T13:37:32.986-05:00Old Fools Journal: Keeping My Mouth Shut Is Hard To Do or Man's inhumanity humanity to man<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I </span></b>had to strike out inhumanity because I no longer believe that compassion is a human trait. Those who have it must get it from some other species.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyVjZ2GNV_s/ToiCjTHY1XI/AAAAAAAAEcA/JL060o7crLE/s1600/homeless-tent-city.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyVjZ2GNV_s/ToiCjTHY1XI/AAAAAAAAEcA/JL060o7crLE/s640/homeless-tent-city.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><center><a href="http://tinyurl.com/4yhbal7">Home Sweet Home</a></center><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">W</span></b>ould you like to live here? &nbsp;Could you even survive here? This is in the United States of America were we are embroiled in the choosing of the next sleezeball to run for president, football games and what kind of junk food we will have for dinner. This is in New Jersey were the &nbsp;concern is over 'will we have dinner' and 'how will I keep from freezing this winter'. Oh yeah, and will the good towns christian (not capitalized purposely) folks come tear my hovel down just before it snows.<br /><br />I am not a christian or any other of the man made religions that justify war as a means to an end and seem more worried about sexual orientation than&nbsp;character. As in it's OK if you beat you wife as long as you are not queer. I have studied it however and Jesus said feed the poor and heal the sick. &nbsp; Hay-sus would have made a good&nbsp;Buddhist and I'm sure he was one of the first Dudist. It sounds like socialism&nbsp;to conservatives &nbsp;and never mind police departments, fire departments and mandatory garbage pickup. Public school is socialist as well but there seems to be a move on to get rid of education in the USA.<br /><br />Click on <a href="http://tinyurl.com/4yhbal7">Home Sweet Home</a> and count your blessings. &nbsp;I don't think you will be disappointed as the good part is these people have a community. Warning: lots of pictures.<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">M</span></b>eanwhile it turned cold yesterday with lows in the low 50's (51 this morning) and at 11 AM I still have four 100 watt light bulbs and my flannel bathrobe (Dudist Monks Robe) keeping me warm. SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) has been complaining about the <b>bitter</b> cold since it dropped out of the 80's. I had a small twig fire this morning to knock off the chill.<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">M</span></b>y pitifully small amount of fall gardening is doing well and if the freezing holds off until January I should get something out of it. &nbsp;It's small but it's something and the experience/learning is priceless.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxdoSD5UsiA/ToifmNd8wAI/AAAAAAAAEcE/PlydYPNFotQ/s1600/DSCF3116.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxdoSD5UsiA/ToifmNd8wAI/AAAAAAAAEcE/PlydYPNFotQ/s640/DSCF3116.1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Lettuce bin (leaf lettuce) if the seed sprouts &nbsp;there will be plenty here for the two or three months we'll have it and no listeria.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQATW068S0/ToifxiF039I/AAAAAAAAEcI/VswVCtWGhhA/s1600/DSCF3118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQATW068S0/ToifxiF039I/AAAAAAAAEcI/VswVCtWGhhA/s640/DSCF3118.JPG" width="636" /></a></div>It will months yet for these but they sure like this cool weather. Last year they grew and produced right through the freezes.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atIbmrYvAE0/ToifxwQ8p0I/AAAAAAAAEcM/bTyMH2vH20g/s1600/DSCF3119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atIbmrYvAE0/ToifxwQ8p0I/AAAAAAAAEcM/bTyMH2vH20g/s400/DSCF3119.JPG" width="162" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />The aspargus is still giving it up. I just ate this one and another just like it. &nbsp;It's like having candy growing in the yard.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xuj34_pL_Zk/Toif4QhMeTI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/InzFfPhzjqc/s1600/DSCF3115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="588" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xuj34_pL_Zk/Toif4QhMeTI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/InzFfPhzjqc/s640/DSCF3115.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I hit it just right on the tomatoes so far. Now if they'll produce a few pounds before they freeze I'll be a happy camper. I'm keeping a bowl of salsa fresca going in the refrigerator all the time now because the chilis have been producing plenty. I have had to resort to tomatoes grown about a 150 miles east of here in Alabama. They are vine ripe and not picked until they have color but they are still not as good as mine no matter how bad mine look. Biased? meh. Nah.<br /><br />I had to fence them in yesterday because they were growing out of the container and starting across the yard. They were growing away from the sun but toward the part of the yard where the sun shines longer. &nbsp;How do they know?<br /><br />It has been busy especially since I found a box of long lost photos from when we first sailed to Mexico. &nbsp;Sorting, scanning, color correcting and filing takes a lot of time but I think I'll soon have some for your viewing enjoyment. &nbsp;I think SWMBO is even going to let me use some I took of her. She just brought me a plate of hot cornbread with pepper cheese laced with pickled&nbsp;jalapenos melted on it for lunch. Good eats.<br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span></b> <i>try to ignore the kind of stuff I started this post with but sometimes I just cannot. I'll do better next time.</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-1128445645705649551?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-50970684644382415562011-09-26T09:28:00.002-05:002011-09-26T11:16:00.461-05:00Old Fools Journal: How To Fix Stuff or Being a supervisor is such a drag<center><i> Procrastination gives you something to look forward to. ~ Joan Konner<br /></i></center><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glFF8BqxY-Y/ToCTWqbCfTI/AAAAAAAAEbw/-%3Ci%3EProcrastination%20gives%20you%20something%20to%20look%20forward%20to.%20~%20Joan%20Konner%3C/i%3E%3Cbr%20/%3Efm1liV5mkE/s1600/DSCF3062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glFF8BqxY-Y/ToCTWqbCfTI/AAAAAAAAEbw/-fm1liV5mkE/s640/DSCF3062.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>The materials have been laying around for two days.</center><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb5cmALQaBE/ToCRDrOTQtI/AAAAAAAAEbk/MxCH9shPGvA/s1600/DSCF3108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb5cmALQaBE/ToCRDrOTQtI/AAAAAAAAEbk/MxCH9shPGvA/s640/DSCF3108.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and I was getting around to it.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_8KTwSiKe0/ToCRD3qoPjI/AAAAAAAAEbo/xRRfISKhNjg/s1600/DSCF3110.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="576" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_8KTwSiKe0/ToCRD3qoPjI/AAAAAAAAEbo/xRRfISKhNjg/s640/DSCF3110.JPG" width="640" /></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggUPUGOAZJU/ToCRQAHLd5I/AAAAAAAAEbs/S1zH5qlX2cM/s1600/DSCF3112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="336" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggUPUGOAZJU/ToCRQAHLd5I/AAAAAAAAEbs/S1zH5qlX2cM/s640/DSCF3112.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>But then a mere woman and a boy came along</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>and finished the job.</center><center>Note to self: Do not think this will this will always work.<br /><br /></center><center><i>Procrastination is the greatest labor saving invention of all time. ~ Anonymous</i></center><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-5097068464438241556?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-11960648304016995532011-09-24T12:58:00.003-05:002011-09-24T15:52:38.368-05:00Old Fools Journal: Excerpt From The Log of Serenity<i>"You'll never achieve your dreams if they don't become goals." Anonymous </i><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RxkzKDG5GbQ/Tn4apxO8PII/AAAAAAAAEbc/o1VijEz2zyQ/s1600/Cedros+Island1984.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RxkzKDG5GbQ/Tn4apxO8PII/AAAAAAAAEbc/o1VijEz2zyQ/s640/Cedros+Island1984.jpeg" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"><i>Leaving Palinita, Isla Cedros, Mexico</i></span></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tuesday, Nov 27, 1984</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">MST 0720 - We're off Motorsailing W/Jib (with jib)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sumlog fixed itself yesterday</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">&nbsp;0830 &nbsp;Undersail &nbsp;5 kts. (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">knots</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Course 155*M</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Log 2.4</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Spd 6 &nbsp;(km says 4) </span>&nbsp; (<i>I thought we still had some trash on the sumlog&nbsp;impeller but on later inspection it appeared that some sea critter had taken a bite of it.)&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><br /><br />We had anchored here the morning before after a tense night with yours truly not trusting his navigation. During the early morning hours under a moonless&nbsp;starlit&nbsp;sky I was on watch as we sailed from Isla San Martin where we had spent Thanksgiving gorging on crab claws, langusta, turkey and dressing. I was cat napping in the cockpit and re-thinking my calculation when I suddenly realized that we should be there. Jumping up and looking forward I could see nothing. Looking to the left and right I could see stars and astern there was nothing but the frothy sea and stars. &nbsp;Forward there was nothing but darkness that extended to the nearly straight up. &nbsp; Oh shit! that's the island I'm looking for. &nbsp;I&nbsp;immediately, and hastily I might add,&nbsp;disengaged the autopilot, started the engine and readjusted the sails for this new course which was 90 degrees to what we had been holding. I was aiming for the edge of the "Black Hole" which is how I remember this event. Isla Cedros will forever be remembered as the "Black Hole". To this day I cannot remember it with out getting that certain terrible feeling in my chest of "Oh Shit!". &nbsp;SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) came out of her bunk wanting to know what the hell was going on and I calmly told her how I had made a slight&nbsp;miscalculation&nbsp;but I had found my&nbsp;mistake&nbsp;and saved us all from certain death and destruction. It was dark so she could not see me shaking like a leaf and did not know I had nearly crapped myself and really needed to throw up. &nbsp;We still had 5 miles before hitting the rocks on that coast I think but since it was black as pitch forward I had no way of knowing. I vowed never to make another overnight passage inshore unless there was a full moon.<br /><br />We made it into that anchorage you see in the picture&nbsp;and anchored in six feet of water. We were followed later in the day by Jim Murphy on the good ship "Evergreen" of Mammoth, Ca. We had met Jim at Isla San Martin and shared meals numerous times.&nbsp;He had left hours before we even got out of bed but&nbsp;we had a rolly gusty night and I imagine his little ship rolled&nbsp;gunnel&nbsp;to gunnel. We were to see him many times after that as we were going to the same places.<br /><br />Our course was taking us to Bahia Tortugas were we would go ashore for the first time since entering Mexico. That is another story of anchoring,&nbsp;re-anchoring, engine breakdown (minor) and my first attempt to communicate in Spanish, a language I had not even thought of in years. I manage to ask an older gentleman there where I could find the "lesbian" while searching for the tortilla factory. Needless to say I did a little brushing up after that and I was a lot more careful.<br /><br />But that is another story for another time.<br /><br /><i>"Your dreams come true when you act to turn them into realities." Anonymous&nbsp;</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-1196064830401699553?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-87104864399946342272011-09-19T14:02:00.008-05:002011-09-19T16:22:43.485-05:00Old Fools Journal: Truck Driving Adventures or How To Work Your Ass Off and grow a Big Belly at the same time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Everything you consume rides in a truck sometimes. -T Swaim</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uas4WoNfbE/TnYwLrcXiSI/AAAAAAAAEaA/E5ZD4PN5sgo/s1600/nov20_08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="516" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uas4WoNfbE/TnYwLrcXiSI/AAAAAAAAEaA/E5ZD4PN5sgo/s640/nov20_08.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>This was our last truck &nbsp;and our favorite. We were driving it when it turned one million miles. Because&nbsp;Caterpillar&nbsp;engines was giving a really good deal it went in for a complete overhaul at that time. When they tore the engine down it did not need anything. Everything was still at factory specs. It came out ot the shop with a brand new engine warranty.</i><br /><br />About eleven years ago we stopped driving a big truck for a living but until this year we have been&nbsp;licensed&nbsp;to drive anything in any combination over the American highways carrying anything for hire. SWMBO gave hers up as well this year. &nbsp;Scares me to think about it. &nbsp;However there were many adventures, many happy surprises and some terrible&nbsp;disappointments.<br /><br />The disappointments have to do with Texas and Louisiana law&nbsp;enforcement&nbsp;mostly and I don't want to remember them so they will not be here. I will tell you that they fabricate violations (lie) and they do it a lot. &nbsp;There is no recourse.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bx14f6eJnW0/TnYvrCS256I/AAAAAAAAEZk/RHzyGc3ca7g/s1600/%252316andme.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bx14f6eJnW0/TnYvrCS256I/AAAAAAAAEZk/RHzyGc3ca7g/s640/%252316andme.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><i>This was our first truck <u>with this</u> company, a brand new 1993 International with sixty&nbsp;some-odd&nbsp;miles on it with matching trailer. We put another 530 thousand miles on it and it still looked like new. You may notice that I&nbsp;have&nbsp;already acquired a truck drivers figure here.&nbsp;</i><br /><i>This truck had a&nbsp;Cummings&nbsp;engine. It was our experience that big&nbsp;displacement Cummings have a strange vibration that puts our hands to sleep.&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><br /><br />SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) always wanted to drive a big truck so when we came back from living in Mexico we took that trade up. &nbsp;After the schooling and apprenticeship we went at it in earnest taking a job in Louisiana because in a moment of insanity we had moved to this paradise(?) and I liked the color of the trucks (special order Corvette yellow). <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE9wxyWzhQU/TnYwMMeJrGI/AAAAAAAAEaI/0D5wRvKix1c/s1600/nov28_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE9wxyWzhQU/TnYwMMeJrGI/AAAAAAAAEaI/0D5wRvKix1c/s640/nov28_03.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>SWMBO(she who must be obeyed) driving somewhere in Texas.</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wkh95oilQk/TnYwbXXB3HI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/CQX96B6HSO0/s1600/nov28_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wkh95oilQk/TnYwbXXB3HI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/CQX96B6HSO0/s640/nov28_09.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>Here she is in her office reading a book. We read a lot of books. This picture was taken in one&nbsp;our&nbsp;interludes between fights. It's hard for me to stay mad at her.</i><br /><br />We did not fit the image of truck driver. I am not very big, I don't wear a ball cap or stetson, I drive bare footed or in flip flops and I wear aloha shirts. She is slim, wears feminine clothing, wears the same kind of footwear but drives in house shoes or barefoot, had blond hair and &nbsp;does not wear a bra. Neither of us wore underwear. &nbsp;We believe in the concept of being our brothers keeper. Damned hippies.<br /><br />She took abuse on the CB in the south because there were a few manly men, driving pickup trucks mostly, that resented the fact that a 100 pound women could take the place of a 300 pound grit gut. She could and did. I stuck her with the handle of "Mad Dog" (her initials&nbsp;backward) on the CB. No one understood because they had not seen that side of her. &nbsp;Believe me it was a name she earned. She never used that handle but it was&nbsp;definitely&nbsp;hers. She could drive longer without peeing than anyone I've ever seen. I have to pee a lot and I usually wake up before I'm in the ditch.<br /><br />We hauled a variety of loads during the seven years we &nbsp;drove in the 48 state (we did not drive in the&nbsp;foreign&nbsp;countrys of Alaska and Hawaii as there is no bridge to Hawaii and Alaska might as well have been on the moon), fought in all of them and made love&nbsp;in a 18 wheeler&nbsp;in all of them .<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTJxUyUizbI/TnYv0HOjPcI/AAAAAAAAEZs/u514e-tYSvM/s1600/06_05a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTJxUyUizbI/TnYv0HOjPcI/AAAAAAAAEZs/u514e-tYSvM/s640/06_05a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>Loading alligators in Sebring, Florida.</i><br /><br />We hauled everything. &nbsp;We once hauled alligators from Sebring, Florida to Houma, Louisiana because Houma had a shortage of them. &nbsp;We, on several occasions, had the opportunity to tell the&nbsp;agriculture&nbsp;inspectors&nbsp;in-route&nbsp;that we did not have time for their business as we were carrying a "hot load". After inspecting our papers and discovering that we had a load of Crystal hot sauce from New Orleans or Tobasco from Avery Island laughed and waved us on.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReIF08qc-XA/TnYv6w-Ck7I/AAAAAAAAEZw/AK334GcIqbw/s1600/17_16a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReIF08qc-XA/TnYv6w-Ck7I/AAAAAAAAEZw/AK334GcIqbw/s640/17_16a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Grandson checking out the alligators</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbJu0zC7ucM/TnY7nh8RvPI/AAAAAAAAEaY/5_TsJH3NmAg/s1600/nov20_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbJu0zC7ucM/TnY7nh8RvPI/AAAAAAAAEaY/5_TsJH3NmAg/s640/nov20_05.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>Picking up paper in Valentine, Louisiana bound for Corona, California.</i><br />We hauled paper, sometimes toilet and sometime blueprint or newsprint, we hauled cane sugar, cane syrup, dried beans, chicken, oysters, catfish, boudin, candy and ants. The ants did not pay well since they would stop you in Arizona and send you back to New Mexico to fumigate your truck. Arizona doesn't know that they already have ants. Neither does California. The worst attack of fire ants I have ever experienced was in California. New Mexico is making a tidy profit killing ants. I wonder if they split it with Arizona.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-xuDm3M0WM/TnY8aj2l8sI/AAAAAAAAEac/2EubbQjx-tA/s1600/jun02_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-xuDm3M0WM/TnY8aj2l8sI/AAAAAAAAEac/2EubbQjx-tA/s640/jun02_01.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>This is the line to get into the Border Patrol check point in New Mexico. They were all over the southern routes protecting us from them furriners. This one backed the traffic out onto the interstate (10) and a driver with his young son rear-ended the last vehicle which happened to be a&nbsp;Suburban&nbsp;(I believe) at highway speed. Killed everyone then burned the evidence. When we passed the Suburban was about four feet long. The truck in front of it was a total FUBAR. The trailer in front of that was not like new any longer. The truck that hit it was not&nbsp;</i><i>recognizable. We passed there the following week and it was business as usual but there was a big black fire damaged spot on the highway that served as a reminder. I heard there were no human remains just ash. They were not backing the traffic out on the the highway at that time but life is cheap and within months it was business as usual and fuck the safety.&nbsp;</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FdFGDo1N2jY/Tnex_lHAMCI/AAAAAAAAEbA/Xkxf6CemOfI/s1600/jun02_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FdFGDo1N2jY/Tnex_lHAMCI/AAAAAAAAEbA/Xkxf6CemOfI/s640/jun02_02.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>While I am on that subject I would like to add that it is a tremendous waste of taxpayers money. &nbsp;It only hassles those who are trying to do right. Those who know get out of the truck/car &nbsp;walk across the highway and then down the other side until they are well passed then meet the truck/car after it passes the "your papers please" government check point. I've seen it myself a dozen times or so and on one occasion the person did not even go to the other side of the highway.</i><br /><br /><br />That was just the stuff we hauled to Arizona and California. &nbsp;We hauled produce back to Louisiana and sometimes other&nbsp;southern&nbsp;states. I am quite familiar with Florida both in delivering produce from California and picking up produce to deliver to California. Crazy, No?<br /><br />The best was the time we took a delivery from ROADRUNNER Trucking. We went to the ACME warehouse in Chicago and picked up a load of assorted hardware, poisons and edibles. In that load was a pallet of ANVILS. The delivery was to Albuquerque, New Mexico to a place on COYOTE &nbsp;Street (near as I can recall. &nbsp;Being a Roadrunner cartoon fan I got a lot of entertainment out of reading that load sheet<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL1XxycrKL8/TnYwb2iOMzI/AAAAAAAAEaU/AUfkVjl29Ew/s1600/nov28_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL1XxycrKL8/TnYwb2iOMzI/AAAAAAAAEaU/AUfkVjl29Ew/s640/nov28_10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>We drove this portion of the California coast regularly. We had stopped here for a break and lunch. I seem to remember it was&nbsp;thanksgiving but I could be wrong. I often am.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2hwPeFDBNg/TnZBs1x4rpI/AAAAAAAAEag/tNVO_A2zLM0/s1600/nov28_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2hwPeFDBNg/TnZBs1x4rpI/AAAAAAAAEag/tNVO_A2zLM0/s640/nov28_11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Same parking place looking the other way. &nbsp;I love that coast and I wish I could afford to live there.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wA3dtRwq5EU/TnZB5VuF61I/AAAAAAAAEak/oghg4OnABl0/s1600/nov28_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wA3dtRwq5EU/TnZB5VuF61I/AAAAAAAAEak/oghg4OnABl0/s640/nov28_05.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i>Mad Dog trucking on down the road. &nbsp;I have never been around anyone that so consistently made the right split second choice in an emergency and we had a few. I'll tell some of those stories one day if I live. &nbsp;She makes up for it by not handling leisure time well at all.</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBswp_LHKIs/TnZeXDNvVbI/AAAAAAAAEa0/Da0wOw2zCec/s1600/jun02_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBswp_LHKIs/TnZeXDNvVbI/AAAAAAAAEa0/Da0wOw2zCec/s640/jun02_06.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Sometimes the parking is a little tight.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SedfkOaewMY/TnZfJ_ja4BI/AAAAAAAAEa4/mcx-2AH4ssE/s1600/jun02_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SedfkOaewMY/TnZfJ_ja4BI/AAAAAAAAEa4/mcx-2AH4ssE/s640/jun02_03.jpg" width="475" /></a></div>&nbsp;I had to wire the door back to make it fit.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PTTQZ7UdA0w/TnZfTDp_iHI/AAAAAAAAEa8/uIxLwyVa1nY/s1600/jun02_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PTTQZ7UdA0w/TnZfTDp_iHI/AAAAAAAAEa8/uIxLwyVa1nY/s640/jun02_04.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the other side and the doors are touching. &nbsp;I think this is where I tore the door off someone else's truck trying to leave the dock. They said it happened all the time there. I never went back and if I had I would not back to the dock if there was another truck there. &nbsp;The profit in that business is marginal without being set up for damage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q03yhHKV74g/TnZd1txC_ZI/AAAAAAAAEao/w8IJ3Hrlaa4/s1600/jun8_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="553" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q03yhHKV74g/TnZd1txC_ZI/AAAAAAAAEao/w8IJ3Hrlaa4/s640/jun8_18.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Babies. Their mouths are taped shut. They maybe little but they only know one thing and that is to bite. I know some politicians that could use s&nbsp;ome of &nbsp;that tape.<br /><br /><i>The Interstate Highway system was built for national defense and the department of defense owns it. If you do not believe that it is only because you did not pay attention when "Bush the first" mobilized to teach them A'rabs a lesson. Loads that were for the war effort&nbsp;deviated&nbsp;from the law for expediency. Some local enforcement types&nbsp;learned&nbsp;the hard way to not delay a load of bombs. &nbsp;</i><br /><i>Yes they transported bombs in civilian trucks, even in produce trucks.</i><br /><i>The Interstate makes it possible for me to walk out my front door and be in Los Angeles in 36 hours in my car or deliver fresh&nbsp;caught&nbsp;oysters from the boat in Sulfur, Louisiana to a dealer there. Jacksonville, Atlanta or Dallas is only 12 hours without hurrying, ten if you hurry. On my first trip for this company another driver and I delivered a load of produce from the west coast to a town on the east coast (North Carolina somewhere) in under 48 hours.&nbsp;</i><br /><br /><i><br /></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-8710486439994634227?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-10791431825631135032011-09-17T19:27:00.002-05:002011-09-20T17:06:21.732-05:00Old Fools Journal: To Busy To Write or I'm Living Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not much to say about this except I told Steven I would probably bleed and I did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kP48AKGtBPI/TnU2EouqGBI/AAAAAAAAEZE/HrU3uF5IhjQ/s1600/DSCF3071.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kP48AKGtBPI/TnU2EouqGBI/AAAAAAAAEZE/HrU3uF5IhjQ/s640/DSCF3071.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It only took me a couple of years to get around to this hurricane Gustav damage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpY9c8MoYq8/TnU2FpawWiI/AAAAAAAAEZU/SSpLhEgXSK0/s1600/DSCF3076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="448" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpY9c8MoYq8/TnU2FpawWiI/AAAAAAAAEZU/SSpLhEgXSK0/s640/DSCF3076.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The new panels are the same color the others are dirty. &nbsp;That's what I like about the color almond it gets dirty tastefully.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IGBrUWdOPU/TnU2E1b09OI/AAAAAAAAEZI/WWHmG5REsCw/s1600/DSCF3072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IGBrUWdOPU/TnU2E1b09OI/AAAAAAAAEZI/WWHmG5REsCw/s640/DSCF3072.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;ATT damage. That's the phone wire on the right &nbsp;(no longer attached) that done it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znA3SPN1eag/TnU2FGQBYgI/AAAAAAAAEZM/6bXvq4SJe0U/s1600/DSCF3073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znA3SPN1eag/TnU2FGQBYgI/AAAAAAAAEZM/6bXvq4SJe0U/s640/DSCF3073.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Fixed.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30yTnnQLI2E/TnU2F_ktzWI/AAAAAAAAEZY/zDDB4eBVNs4/s1600/DSCF3077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30yTnnQLI2E/TnU2F_ktzWI/AAAAAAAAEZY/zDDB4eBVNs4/s640/DSCF3077.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What color should we paint the door?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTPHuvQybUI/TnU2fbb4l3I/AAAAAAAAEZg/g490Ps7i-sA/s1600/DSCF3083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTPHuvQybUI/TnU2fbb4l3I/AAAAAAAAEZg/g490Ps7i-sA/s640/DSCF3083.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;Screw that just cover it. I will&nbsp;still&nbsp;paint it if I can think of something crazy enough.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWgeEuUn3Mc/TnU2GhC-EUI/AAAAAAAAEZc/Ss4uVfQk9Oc/s1600/DSCF3078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWgeEuUn3Mc/TnU2GhC-EUI/AAAAAAAAEZc/Ss4uVfQk9Oc/s640/DSCF3078.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Oh no another chair.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-1079143182563113503?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-6947127420245059712011-09-11T10:05:00.000-05:002011-09-11T10:05:56.384-05:00Old Fools Journal: 09/11/2011To Whom It May Concern,<br />?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????<br />and<br />???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????<br />Bewildered,<br />Old Fool<br /><br /><i></i><br /><center><i>You cannot slander human nature; it is worse than words can paint it</i>&nbsp;- Charles Haddon Spurgeon<br /><br /><i>The only bright side to all this is that eventually there may not be a piece</i><br /><i>of the planet worth fighting over.</i>&nbsp;-Calvin(calvin and hobbs)</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-694712742024505971?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-17449063358565768062011-09-08T10:00:00.001-05:002011-09-20T17:09:52.669-05:00Old Fools Journal: Tropical Storm Lee has moved on. There will be another along soon.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1Xaqz3PVwc/TmeQLswF4NI/AAAAAAAAEYk/VDyrL8r0K4E/s1600/DSCF3035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1Xaqz3PVwc/TmeQLswF4NI/AAAAAAAAEYk/VDyrL8r0K4E/s640/DSCF3035.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>We've dried out a little so&nbsp;I made a little trip to the general store to pick up some paper work. &nbsp;Not very heavy but both saddlebags are maxed out with cat food, dog food, paper towels, napkins, etc. &nbsp;The important stuff is on the top of the rack. This bike makes shopping for&nbsp;volume&nbsp;products easy.<br />The pump is essential as I have flats riding in the broken glass the locals keep the roads supplied with by throwing beer bottles and ramming each other.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJzDwAFE1dE/TmjWOVxBLOI/AAAAAAAAEYw/hTKyOZnauWk/s1600/DSCF3042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJzDwAFE1dE/TmjWOVxBLOI/AAAAAAAAEYw/hTKyOZnauWk/s640/DSCF3042.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;This is my favorite bell. You see it here in the stealth mode.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwv3XQTu_is/TmjWOurQf8I/AAAAAAAAEY0/2Dt-HwwBERk/s1600/DSCF3043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="580" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwv3XQTu_is/TmjWOurQf8I/AAAAAAAAEY0/2Dt-HwwBERk/s640/DSCF3043.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>When it's down like this it&nbsp;quietly&nbsp;dings as I ride making most zombies aware of my presence which is no problem since they detect no&nbsp;noticeable&nbsp;brain in my head. &nbsp;When I shake it with my thumb even the deaf hear it. Never mind the rust it's just another color in this wet country.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUMyjb16qas/TmjWeH30NGI/AAAAAAAAEY8/bdUJ5f2UcG0/s1600/DSCF3040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUMyjb16qas/TmjWeH30NGI/AAAAAAAAEY8/bdUJ5f2UcG0/s640/DSCF3040.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I consider this type bell as minimal but it works and came on my folder.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLeHc9QU8Og/TmjWek3YiLI/AAAAAAAAEZA/RwvM6WMIdRE/s1600/DSCF3041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="544" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLeHc9QU8Og/TmjWek3YiLI/AAAAAAAAEZA/RwvM6WMIdRE/s640/DSCF3041.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>This is a little fancier and is cute but the compass is only good for telling where the steel handlebar is. That would be handy if I ever lost it. The direction it's pointing is south. It rings so it's good enough.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_VpIYugXeM/TmjWV8N2lbI/AAAAAAAAEY4/lQ68AZrNJYc/s1600/DSCF3046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="600" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_VpIYugXeM/TmjWV8N2lbI/AAAAAAAAEY4/lQ68AZrNJYc/s640/DSCF3046.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>My help although not much.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-1744906335856576806?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-66001074091413052892011-09-04T18:14:00.003-05:002011-09-20T17:11:37.283-05:00Old Fools Journal: Plenty of Water Here<center><i>How inappropriate to call this plane Earth when it is quite clearly ocean. - Arthur C. Clark</i></center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg8MhJU9h90/TmQB4vh3IgI/AAAAAAAAEYg/c1kGBDRJZMQ/s1600/DSCF3019.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qg8MhJU9h90/TmQB4vh3IgI/AAAAAAAAEYg/c1kGBDRJZMQ/s640/DSCF3019.1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The ditches are full and so are some of the yards. This is the ditch in front of the house.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwW9gtcszGE/TmQButLSR5I/AAAAAAAAEYY/2HDweGKfhqc/s1600/DSCF3007.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwW9gtcszGE/TmQButLSR5I/AAAAAAAAEYY/2HDweGKfhqc/s640/DSCF3007.1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You need a boat to cut the grass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxBB1W2vKmo/TmQBxhOOKyI/AAAAAAAAEYc/AM8aGnwucFw/s1600/DSCF3009.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxBB1W2vKmo/TmQBxhOOKyI/AAAAAAAAEYc/AM8aGnwucFw/s640/DSCF3009.1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />I have seen it worse than this in a big summer thunderstorm and that is scary because it happens so fast. SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) is more upset about this than I am.<br />It's still raining (pouring as I write this) but the end is in sight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-6600107409141305289?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-6411228296476752142011-09-03T11:37:00.002-05:002011-09-20T17:14:48.060-05:00Old Fools Journal: Quack, Quack beats Glub, Glub Anytime<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">R</span></b>ained all day yesterday, rained moderate to heavy all night and there is light rain now. The ditches are full, part of the garden is full and every small leak I have has leaked prodigiously. &nbsp;It's sort of like living on a boat.<br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It is currently 82 degrees at 0945 central daylight time and there is light rain. The wind is south southeast at about 5 knots down here&nbsp;among&nbsp;the trees. I don't think I'll be riding my bicycle today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMHa42NNYy8/TmJNgaON2KI/AAAAAAAAEX4/3gpRbYUHb28/s1600/DSCF3003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMHa42NNYy8/TmJNgaON2KI/AAAAAAAAEX4/3gpRbYUHb28/s640/DSCF3003.JPG" width="611" /></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHT5r3kI6cE/TmJLc44kOXI/AAAAAAAAEX0/EtypFZfZNh8/s1600/DSCF2972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />This Avocado that I sprouted from a California Hass avocado I ate about a year and a half ago is growing like stink despite the freeze last winter and numerous wind events. The wind last night kind of bent it over but I'll fix that after a while.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHT5r3kI6cE/TmJLc44kOXI/AAAAAAAAEX0/EtypFZfZNh8/s1600/DSCF2972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHT5r3kI6cE/TmJLc44kOXI/AAAAAAAAEX0/EtypFZfZNh8/s640/DSCF2972.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>This is one of last years&nbsp;Jalapenos. &nbsp;This is the first time I have had a&nbsp;Jalapeno&nbsp;grow chilis in clusters. I have six chili plants both jalapeno and serrano and I have all I need. I made mango salsa last week and it was delicious.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eksLV7lLfGQ/TmJPBVZDz4I/AAAAAAAAEX8/hrihRCR14Ew/s1600/DSCF3001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eksLV7lLfGQ/TmJPBVZDz4I/AAAAAAAAEX8/hrihRCR14Ew/s640/DSCF3001.JPG" width="521" /></a></div>The fall tomatoes I put out weathered the rain and wind pretty well. The big problem is the cats and that is why all the pots and boards are there. &nbsp;Cats feel compelled to shit on new dirt, sand, perlite or any thing else new. It's what they do. &nbsp;Unless we have an early freeze I should get some ripe tomatoes from these. If not green ones will do.<br />The problem is not with freezing I can protect from that. The problem will be the shorter cooler days. These plant are hard wired to do what &nbsp;they do without a thermometer or clock.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GONhiTALKqk/TmJPBpxJvxI/AAAAAAAAEYA/96fU7fZrf8w/s1600/DSCF3002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GONhiTALKqk/TmJPBpxJvxI/AAAAAAAAEYA/96fU7fZrf8w/s640/DSCF3002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I planted the equivilent of a 20 foot row of sugar peas a few days ago and apparently they like the cool and the rain as they are already sprouting. You can see them above. They were floated out of the dirt by the rain but I have reburied them. &nbsp;I tried planting these in the spring but it was too late and they fried before they could fruit. &nbsp;These are what I call grazing food as I eat them off the plant as fast as they form like cherry tomatoes.<br />Everything is in the shade right now and will remain so until I'm sure we are not going to get more blasting heat. Then they will go out into full sun.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5bD9a0DF14/TmJa8qUNWnI/AAAAAAAAEYE/db3vY4BD9hw/s1600/DSCF2994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="392" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5bD9a0DF14/TmJa8qUNWnI/AAAAAAAAEYE/db3vY4BD9hw/s640/DSCF2994.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp;At least every two weeks I go to the villages east of where I live about 10 miles to visit my favorite vegetable stand. This is also where I get my eggs.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5xLNoGB4kE/TmJa88il8rI/AAAAAAAAEYI/qm5dLBVDBnc/s1600/DSCF2995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5xLNoGB4kE/TmJa88il8rI/AAAAAAAAEYI/qm5dLBVDBnc/s640/DSCF2995.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Their vegetables are sometimes local and sometimes not. For instance today's potatoes are from&nbsp;Minnesota, onions are from New Mexico and tomatoes are from Alabama. The eggs are from this farm's backyard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zP6S65V_8Uw/TmJbKPocMgI/AAAAAAAAEYM/MgUsz4zgQGw/s1600/DSCF2999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zP6S65V_8Uw/TmJbKPocMgI/AAAAAAAAEYM/MgUsz4zgQGw/s640/DSCF2999.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I met Mister Howard because of Tropical Storm Lee that brought all this rain. &nbsp;I call him mister because he is older than I am by a year. &nbsp;His card says "IF YOU EAT IT I GROW IT". Although he lives just up the road from this spot under the hwy 90 overpass he normally goes into Houma, La on Fridays to the farmers market. &nbsp;It was too windy to set up his shade in Houma so he set up here under the overpass. Lucky me.<br />Today he was selling Okra and it is the sweetest okra I have ever had. &nbsp;He said I can call him anytime to see what he has. &nbsp;At the end of November he will have green beans. &nbsp;I suspect we will be doing further business.<br />Now I'm going to fry up some of that okra for lunch.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-641122829647675214?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-79961414955597680362011-08-29T11:12:00.003-05:002011-09-20T17:16:45.401-05:00Old Fools Journal: Damned Cats or Fertilizing the earth with cat turds.<center><i>Slavery has never been abolished from America's way of thinking. -Nina Simone</i><br />We should be ashamed. -Tom Swaim</center> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAfeeYAn6RI/TljuCpOQe6I/AAAAAAAAEW0/gxIBThMpfYo/s1600/DSCF2947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="464" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAfeeYAn6RI/TljuCpOQe6I/AAAAAAAAEW0/gxIBThMpfYo/s640/DSCF2947.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><center><i>It was warm but the pot and the kettle were still cool after an overnight low of 74 degrees F. Apparently the kitten is quite comfortable wedged in there because she is sound asleep.</i></center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBbO0-loYjo/Tll2kI_msmI/AAAAAAAAEW4/RgYY4XHLbIg/s1600/DSCF2957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBbO0-loYjo/Tll2kI_msmI/AAAAAAAAEW4/RgYY4XHLbIg/s640/DSCF2957.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><center><i>These cats are climbers. They climb the chain link fence around the house then stroll down the top pipe.</i></center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdqk4Qt8hMU/Tll2n9ChYtI/AAAAAAAAEW8/CZyZTYcZh_g/s1600/DSCF2958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdqk4Qt8hMU/Tll2n9ChYtI/AAAAAAAAEW8/CZyZTYcZh_g/s640/DSCF2958.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><center><i>There were two kittens at the top but even though I am a pretty fast draw they live in a different time scale (much faster) than I do so I missed that. I'm looking forward to the day when medicare will install a camera in one of my eyeballs.</i></center><br />That is not a fence but is instead the trellis for the berries that are planted there so that in the future they can be bulldozed up in the name of progress. If we live long enough there will be a thicket there. Uncle Remus would call it a Briar Patch and I have already started doing so. &nbsp;I do wish he were here as I could use some of his wisdom. If you don't know what I am talking about see the movie "Song Of The South".<br />The grass hides the berries that are busy doing their work. We have found that the berry plants survive better with the grass to protect them. Besides it's a cat playground. Look in the left lower corner of the bottom photo and you will see a kitten waiting in ambush.<br />It's only 10 AM but I'm in already and dripping with sweat. I couldn't be wetter if I had jumped in the drainage ditch. &nbsp;It was only 85 degrees F, degrees earlier so I thought I would clear some brush around my pet worms and then salvage some dirt that something might grow in. &nbsp;Between last evening and this morning I managed to do just that. It's labor intensive work so I didn't last long.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDAod-5m5T8/Tlu3V7HjNUI/AAAAAAAAEXo/0HZ60F4UFJo/s1600/DSCF2970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDAod-5m5T8/Tlu3V7HjNUI/AAAAAAAAEXo/0HZ60F4UFJo/s640/DSCF2970.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Last evening I re-potted a couple of tomato plants for this fall in spite of the help (see photo above).<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqq5aL6rPlM/Tlu4bieD-CI/AAAAAAAAEXs/I6rtISFsYfc/s1600/DSCF2971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqq5aL6rPlM/Tlu4bieD-CI/AAAAAAAAEXs/I6rtISFsYfc/s640/DSCF2971.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Due to the State of Florida's condoning and&nbsp;practicing&nbsp;of slavery plus the fact that they grow even more tasteless tomatoes than California I don't buy tomatoes at the grocery store. For more about that &nbsp;<a href="http://tinyurl.com/3wqr533">Go Here.</a>. Sometimes our local market has local tomatoes and the vegetable stand does also so I will buy them. Mostly I do without unless I grow my own. These should be producing in November. &nbsp;One year I had tomatoes until March. I'm the only one that eats tomatoes here so two plants are enough. Fried green tomatoes in early November already sounds good.<br />These pots are made from a 30 gallon drum cut in half. They will each get a gallon wine jug for drip watering and will be mulched with leaves to keep the water in. Right now everything is plenty wet and we are expecting rain at the end of the week.<br />The tomatoes are some kind of&nbsp;hybrid&nbsp;but the stalks were so thick and healthy I just couldn't resist. I had&nbsp;absolutely&nbsp;no luck at starting tomatoes from seed this year.<br />It's not even noon yet and it is 94 degrees F. so in the interest of trying to make it until my seventy third birthday I think I'll stay in. Now for glass of iced sweet sassafras. &nbsp;Taste like root beer without the fizz.<br /><br /><br /><center><i>"My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right?" -Snoopy -Charlie Brown’s Dog,</i></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-7996141495559768036?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-49459634555831603352011-08-28T10:30:00.002-05:002011-09-20T17:19:04.063-05:00Old Fools Journal: Flats or Why I think solid tires are a good idea.<center><i>If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed. -Albert Einstein</i></center><br /><br />My automobile let me down again but I knew it was coming as it has been warning me for sometime. I can be so dense these days. After all it is 24 years old, American made in the '80's and held together by rust so it is an antique here in the Gulf south. I needed to pick it up from the mechanic shop. &nbsp;Even though the car has a bike rack I decided to take the folder. It rides good and is becoming my favorite ride because it folds and is so cute no one bats an eye when I roll it into a store. I do get a lot of questions. It is a little squirrelly for me but once I get used to it I make as good a time and I am just as comfortable on it as anything else. I would like a little longer wheelbase but then it would not be so compact when folded.<br />It is a nine mile ride and I averaged about 10 mph (16kph)which is normal for me on any of my bikes and that was with stopping and pumping up the tire five times.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDiUZkhrtWg/Tll9nmQK6DI/AAAAAAAAEXE/ZxqFAb1dr_M/s1600/DSCF2954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="545" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDiUZkhrtWg/Tll9nmQK6DI/AAAAAAAAEXE/ZxqFAb1dr_M/s640/DSCF2954.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>So I picked up a little piece of metal on these roads here that are paved with broken glass, nails (I counted one per mile on this trip), and sharp pieces of stuff. &nbsp;Couches, double sinks and toilets don't count as I can ride around them. I am not&nbsp;exaggerating.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFPYV4IS05w/Tll9n4pf-xI/AAAAAAAAEXI/s5BS6Uj20_4/s1600/DSCF2955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="419" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFPYV4IS05w/Tll9n4pf-xI/AAAAAAAAEXI/s5BS6Uj20_4/s640/DSCF2955.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><center><i>Cat shit. A hazard when you have 10 cats.</i></center><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-5lM9QJyUQ/Tll9oODsV1I/AAAAAAAAEXM/0yEHFJr8wRg/s1600/DSCF2956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="593" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-5lM9QJyUQ/Tll9oODsV1I/AAAAAAAAEXM/0yEHFJr8wRg/s640/DSCF2956.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>It turned out that I had lots of little pieces of metal. Each chalk mark had one and there are six chalk marks. It's hard to see but there is one at the lower right.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5z6RMXn-gU/Tll-NGuMdOI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/M9KnpJbc6OY/s1600/DSCF2959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5z6RMXn-gU/Tll-NGuMdOI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/M9KnpJbc6OY/s640/DSCF2959.JPG" width="593" /></a></div>It seemed like a good time to try something I have been going to do for a long time and since I had a fresh unusable tire from the last flat on the Schwinn I started cutting. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qaIxZ2SAmU/Tll-N2ppjYI/AAAAAAAAEXY/xwYwMYeD4ew/s1600/DSCF2961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="329" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qaIxZ2SAmU/Tll-N2ppjYI/AAAAAAAAEXY/xwYwMYeD4ew/s640/DSCF2961.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I cut a piece that fit snuggly in the folders 20 inch tire after first removing the bead containing the wire reinforcement. Easier said than done but at least I didn't cut myself nor did I get one of those ugly bruises to mar my perfect body that I seem to be afflicted with in my old age.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iA39_aH9OXw/Tll-OGvzUUI/AAAAAAAAEXc/Ly3srfdXYe4/s1600/DSCF2962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="328" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iA39_aH9OXw/Tll-OGvzUUI/AAAAAAAAEXc/Ly3srfdXYe4/s640/DSCF2962.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>This is not the tire I'm working on, it is an example. The&nbsp;Popsicle&nbsp;stick is just to hold the inner tire open for demonstration. I had a heavier tube with slime that I put inside the inner tire. Maybe I'll &nbsp;able to ride 10 miles without a flat.<br />Why do I only get flats on the rear?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB-QBzjL3qM/TlmPU9YnQ2I/AAAAAAAAEXg/8ZZAxpVR8Ug/s1600/DSCF2965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="628" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB-QBzjL3qM/TlmPU9YnQ2I/AAAAAAAAEXg/8ZZAxpVR8Ug/s640/DSCF2965.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>While I had it apart I straightened this guard which seems to bend rather easily. It does protect the&nbsp;derailleur&nbsp;somewhat.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa44kOpxW_U/TlmPVTm-j-I/AAAAAAAAEXk/FZGL7tvcrQc/s1600/DSCF2966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="552" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa44kOpxW_U/TlmPVTm-j-I/AAAAAAAAEXk/FZGL7tvcrQc/s640/DSCF2966.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>A new color coordinated hub cleaner made from the long pipe cleaners was in order.<br />If I could only have one bicycle it would be a folder.<br /><br /><center>...............................</center><br />As I sit here at my desk looking out at the "small house" and listen to the progress of Hurricane Irene I am reminded of our own brushes with big storms over the last 18 years. I'm looking at storm damage from our last episode that is going on three years old and still not repaired. My attempt at finding a repair person has been futile and unsatisfying. I am unable to do it myself and because of that I get the feeling that those who wish to impress me with their ability talk too much. I'd rather not have it fixed than have it done by someone who talks a good game. I guess I should be more aggressive.<br />My feeling of anxiety, worry and apprehension return to remind me that those people in Irene's path are feeling that now. I don't envy them. The adrenaline rush is not worth it.<br />The media is so happy to have something to talk about that they are peeing on themselves. Hyping the storm to the max before, during and after passage is not news reporting. A reporter "reports". These people are more like "barkers" (as in side show barkers) making the situation into something it is not. The stupidity of standing outside in a moderate wind and trying to make it appear more dangerous than it actually is overwhelms me. I guess it comes from being raised on video games, tv and the artificial world of the movies instead of living outdoors and really seeing and feeling the world.<br /><br /><br /><center><i>Never miss a good chance to shut up. -Will Rogers,</i></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-4945963455583160335?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-11735936875578339912011-08-21T11:20:00.002-05:002011-09-20T17:24:02.881-05:00Old Fools Journal: Toast or How I sometimes make briquets using the "Lot of Smoke" method.<center><i>"A statesman is a dead politician. We need more statesmen." -Oscar Wilde</i></center><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span> have three toasters but I seldom use them as I like what is generally called Texas toast which is buttered bread grilled. &nbsp;I don't know why it is called Texas toast because I'm pretty sure it was not invented there or that it is not served there anymore than anywhere else. I'd rather have a stack of that than pancakes any day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QL_fJMXIs5o/Tk_3JuWLT9I/AAAAAAAAEWk/VJxQz6d1npM/s1600/DSCF2941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QL_fJMXIs5o/Tk_3JuWLT9I/AAAAAAAAEWk/VJxQz6d1npM/s640/DSCF2941.JPG" width="640" /></a><i></i></div>I generally make mine on a tortilla griddle. This is an essential pan in my galley and resides on the stove at all times. It is so perfectly &nbsp;seasoned that I can cook an egg on it without adding oil. Well, most of the time anyway.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHtmfoJL4Us/Tk_3hflPkwI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Vu6AqtqWsLU/s1600/DSCF2939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHtmfoJL4Us/Tk_3hflPkwI/AAAAAAAAEWo/Vu6AqtqWsLU/s640/DSCF2939.JPG" width="640" /></a><i></i></div>The first toaster is a camp stove type and it works but only marginally. The bread is more dried out than toasted. There are others that work better but this one folds flat. A fork and a blow torch works better.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALl1s6IAwPA/Tk_34cBezbI/AAAAAAAAEWs/qVl1wnxDUcg/s1600/DSCF2940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALl1s6IAwPA/Tk_34cBezbI/AAAAAAAAEWs/qVl1wnxDUcg/s640/DSCF2940.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The second makes toast but not very well. It is a great little electric oven. It is amazing what you can cook in one but the toast from this one is not that amazing.<br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Once and a while I want toast like what pops up in the toaster in most American kitchens.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Toast is a wonderful and magical thing making stale bread not only edible but good. Hot crunchy toast with butter melted into it and covered with peach jam is about as good as a desert can be. When covered with strawberries and whipped cream it is a rival for shortcake.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj7yNyQsrhc/Tk_4LJyHKsI/AAAAAAAAEWw/Cf4qe3WogPk/s1600/DSCF2932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="536" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj7yNyQsrhc/Tk_4LJyHKsI/AAAAAAAAEWw/Cf4qe3WogPk/s640/DSCF2932.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The third is an early electric Knapp Monarch manual side opener and it makes toast. I believe it is from the thirties or forties. A.S. Knapp of St. Louis and the Monarch Co. of Webster Ohio merged in 1929 and produced a line of streamlined toasters. I think this is an early one as there is no switch. Plug it in and it's on with 400 watts of rompin' stompin' power. Simplicity in an art deco package.<br /><i><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W72TQXc6wlc?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W72TQXc6wlc?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></object></i><br />As you can see it toasts one side of the bread at a time so when making toast you are&nbsp;actually&nbsp;cooking not just dropping bread into the jaws of a toast robot. &nbsp;This model was advertised as a 'Turnover Toaster' automatically turning over the bread when the door was opened and it will some of the time. The door is designed to accept a slice of Wonder* white bread and when toasted on one side then flipped open the bread slides down on it's toasted side so when closed the untoasted side is next to the coils. It only works with standard white bread and then only sometimes. I imagine it worked better when the chrome was new and slick. It is corroded now so there is some added friction.<br />This was given to me about twenty years ago and it is still cranking out toast with the&nbsp;occasional&nbsp;charcoal briquet and smoke when I am a little absent minded.<br />Made in the U.S.A. back when Americans made stuff. They not only made stuff they invented stuff that was pleasing to look at. Now not so much.<br />There are several of these on Ebay.<br /><br /><i style="font-style: italic;"> *When I was a kid Wonder Bread built bodies 8 ways. I guess now it builds bodies 12 ways although they don't mention it on their white wheat. I sometimes "wonder" if I would have been taller if they had the other 4 ways when I was growing up. I still eat it from time to time only I buy the whole wheat white because it is better for you. &nbsp;It is whole wheat or so I'm told using an albino wheat that doesn't make the bread taste like dirt. &nbsp;Taste as good as any French bread but the packaging says made WITH whole wheat. Since the whole wheat is the third ingredient on the list after wheat flour and water it may be as little as a teaspoon. <br />When I want dirt I eat mushrooms.</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-1173593687557833991?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-37672646309363037672011-08-19T19:31:00.003-05:002011-09-20T17:36:59.378-05:00Old Fools Journal: My Tire's Got Hole In It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGQiobSsgCw/TkxQbqitt8I/AAAAAAAAEWQ/uS4VKHS_VVs/s1600/DSCF2921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGQiobSsgCw/TkxQbqitt8I/AAAAAAAAEWQ/uS4VKHS_VVs/s640/DSCF2921.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Shit happens. Oh well I can still buy tires at the hardware store in the village 10 miles east for nine dollars and tubes for five.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWwRAfAjTwg/TkxQb6hOWYI/AAAAAAAAEWU/md9kGa7vY_M/s1600/DSCF2926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="627" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWwRAfAjTwg/TkxQb6hOWYI/AAAAAAAAEWU/md9kGa7vY_M/s640/DSCF2926.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>New tire, new tube, old wheel, old spokes and old pie plate. I've left the pie plate on because it seem to piss some bike snobs off and set me apart as what they call a "Fred" I think. I'm not going to look it up because I don't care. The wheel is the original, as is the front, heavier than hell&nbsp;steel and is straight, true and 36 years old. The spokes are rusty and pitted but I have only broken one and they have taken a lot of abuse these last 6 years.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uI7FSH1f81c/TkxQcKYyvqI/AAAAAAAAEWY/v2QHgkKu3Ps/s1600/DSCF2927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="577" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uI7FSH1f81c/TkxQcKYyvqI/AAAAAAAAEWY/v2QHgkKu3Ps/s640/DSCF2927.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Off to the store to get more rotgut.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9SXm0n_Xts/TkxQt8l_5cI/AAAAAAAAEWc/7MeyH3PGb1k/s1600/DSCF2929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="507" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9SXm0n_Xts/TkxQt8l_5cI/AAAAAAAAEWc/7MeyH3PGb1k/s640/DSCF2929.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>This beautiful blue gray kitten showed up for breakfast a few mornings ago. A fat happy cat. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jWNknGjh1o/Tk7zO754WnI/AAAAAAAAEWg/TF8VOjq9kc0/s1600/DSCF2931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="577" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jWNknGjh1o/Tk7zO754WnI/AAAAAAAAEWg/TF8VOjq9kc0/s640/DSCF2931.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>The next door neighbor and the new kitten seem to like each other so it moved on. Fickle and knows a sucker when he sees one.<br /><br />I'm tired.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-3767264630936303767?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424256018460699447.post-29535497606873655022011-08-15T17:41:00.003-05:002011-09-20T17:44:53.785-05:00Old Fools Journal: Still Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZESz0k62JA/TkPynHV5lTI/AAAAAAAAEWA/2j-7vBV0Lsg/s1600/DSCF2902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZESz0k62JA/TkPynHV5lTI/AAAAAAAAEWA/2j-7vBV0Lsg/s640/DSCF2902.JPG" width="604" /></a></div><br /><br /><center><i>Morning Sun</i></center><center><i>While making coffee this morning I turned and saw this&nbsp;</i></center><center><i>in my&nbsp;</i><i>little galley.&nbsp;</i><i>It's&nbsp;</i><i>not a bad&nbsp;</i><i>way to start the day.</i></center><br /><br /><br /><center>Everyday we are surrounded by beautiful&nbsp;</center><center>pictures&nbsp;if we will only see them.</center><center><br /></center><center>My thoughts are&nbsp;</center><center>dark, dreary&nbsp;and full of foreboding</center><center>and I need to heal myself.</center><center><br /></center><center>Probably because of my paying attention</center><center>&nbsp;to&nbsp;current events. &nbsp;That stops today.</center><center><br /></center><center>Years ago when reading someone (I think it was Thoreau) the&nbsp;</center><center>point was made that it did not matter whether we knew&nbsp;</center><center>anything about what was happening in the rest of the&nbsp;</center><center>world or not. It was going to happen regardless&nbsp;</center><center>and only&nbsp;served to make us more unhappy than usual.</center><center><br /></center><center>So I'm listening to music from a more enlightened time&nbsp;</center><center>when in retrospect the dumbest dope head appeared</center><center>smarter and wiser than those who would lead now.&nbsp;</center><center>When I press the send button I'm going out in</center><center>&nbsp;the heat to confer with the kittens and the</center><center>puppy who know what is really important.</center><center><br /></center><center>Meanwhile enjoy the photo of a moment&nbsp;</center><center>that made me&nbsp;extremely&nbsp;happy.</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2424256018460699447-2953549760687365502?l=www.oldfool.org' alt='' /></div>Oldfoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688289425207257034noreply@blogger.com13