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The Antique Days car show in Emerald City a couple weeks ago was pretty neat.  I sat with buddies Richard, Eddie and Danny, and saw a lot of people I knew.  Danny has his old high school Nova and had with him a picture of him and classmates back then after a fender bender.  I tried to recreate it.  Actually all four others are around town and maybe I'll try to do it next year with all of them. 






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Outside New Windsor you'll see a sign by the road that says "Bread" and other stuff.  We followed the directions and in about a mile there is a farm house with a small outbuilding next to the road.  


It is a pretty neat spot for homemade goodies.  They are open on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.



Nicely packaged, OK prices and lots of cool stuff to choose from. 




And it is all done on the honor system.  I wonder if the bohemian bread will improve my painting? 



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Hurricane Harvey observations:

The inanity of the news crews asking "Have you ever seen anything like it?"  Stupid question.  No one has.

Why do networks like putting their weathermen and newscasters in parkas and standing in whatever weather is going on?   I don't believe for a second they are really part of the action.

The stupid reporter who asked the sole survivor of the van that was swept away killing 6 family members, "What have you been going through the last 2 weeks?"

I don't believe in fake news, but there sure is the stupid variety.

My friend Pat is down there now working for the Red Cross and putting in 26 hour days.  She has been there since the 12th of August and texted me that she was due to get a day off soon.  She is not a young lady.  The word hero is bandied about without much discretion these days.  Seems all you have to do sometimes is just your job and someone crowns you as a hero.  In my book Pat is one.  A great grandmother who voluntarily leaves the comfort of her home and family to aid disaster victims.  Man, what a lady.

Climate change deniers are the flat-earth dumbasses of our age.





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This logo means there is political drivel about to commence.  If you don't want to read it, then move on down to the next item.  I'm not your Mom, you are on your own.  But don't get pissed if you don't like hearing it.


The "most powerful man in the world" is suddenly looking mighty powerless:
  • Speaker Ryan and Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell are going their own way on tax reform. Hill sources believe his original targets, including a 15% corporate rate, are dead.
  • SecDef Mattis didn't immediately embrace his full ban on transgender troops.
  • His Justice Department won't drop the Russia probe.
  • Courts won't allow his full Muslim ban.
  • Mexico won't pay for his wall.
  • Congress won't pay for his wall.
  • The Senate won't pass his promised health-care reform.
  • Gary Cohn and Sec State Tillerson won't tolerate his Charlottesville response.
  • North Korea won't heed his warnings.
  • China doesn't fear his trade threats.
  • CEOs won't sit on his councils.
  • Mexico and Canada won't bend to his will on NAFTA.
After talking to a few Trumpers in Northlandia, and there are a lot up there,  I'd say vision or hope for the future are NOT what they see in the man.  He appears to bring out their anger and hate.  As a nation, we are divided and as long as Trump is content to pander to his narrow base we will remain that way. 

What is even more surprising to me is that Trumpers: true-blue flag waving, God-fearing, God loving (huh?) America -love it or else types so readily handed over our country to an ignorant, racist, bullying, sexual predator.  Thank the heavens (you thought I was going to say God, didn't you?) we have some smart guys around him who are cocconing him into being less stupidly emotional and perhaps more thoughtful.  USA!  USA!        
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Has Survivor jumped the shark?  This season has three personality groups competing against each other: heroes, healers, and hustlers.  That seems like a reach.  I don't care, I stopped watching a while ago.


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Here is the house just outside Emerald City that I mentioned yesterday.  Peer through the picture window and you will see a fully lit Christmas tree.  In the summer.  Go out and see for yourself.

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Just down the road a bit from the Christmas tree house is another farmhouse.  When I arrived in early August an old barn was still standing, albeit barely, with a bed of hay still in the mow.   By the time I was getting ready to leave, it had been torn down and set on fire.  Another old-school barn having lost its usefulness and now is history.


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I did not take this picture.  It was sent to me by sis-in-law Jeanne last weekend.  They are sending a casino downriver from the Quad Cities to Keokuk.  Wish I could have seen this.



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Just like in the Old West we came across this neat old acreage sign somewhere in our wanderings.  You just don't see these.  You can try to read it but all we got was something something haven.


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My apologies to Ed, Richard and Judy for bugging out of the Prime Beef festival car show in Monmouth last Saturday.  I just couldn't reconcile the image of me relaxing in a lawn chair at a car show while my babies down south are hunkering down in a storm.  Hopefully next year.

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What's the downside of free speech?  Major Doof Rush Limbaugh bloviating to a vulnerable and weak-minded, thinking-challenged listening audience that Irma is a liberal hoax.  And then evacuating.

(Oops, I forgot to put up the red Danger logo.  Sorry)

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Geez people.  Someone just opened this chocolate egg thingy, ate some of it left the rest.

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I will continue to post as long as I have power.  You will know I have lost it when there are no new posts.

 
















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