Existing In BFE

Supposedly a "real" picture taken by unmanned camera at the home in Amityville New York. The house was unoccupied at the time of this picture. Haunting tombstone of a weeping angel.

This scene was not in the movie, as it was deemed a bit too scary. But it was in the book, and, supposedly, true. This is for neighbor Tim who has never seen the movie and probably never will. Happy Halloween

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1. Remember: when other Dick Blick packers whisper about some idiot who didn't pack a box correctly, and you look around but see no other idiot, the idiot is you. 2. Tim McCarver grates on my last nerve. Of course I wouldn't be down to my last nerve if it wasn't for Ron Santo . 3. Baby is in storage in Burgess, and Brendan, I have your car. I will try to get it cleaned up for you if we get some warmer weather. 4. Speaking of weather, I drove through a squall of flurries on the way home tonight from work. It was fairly dark and those flakes, those flakes! were coming at me. Those flakes are here again!! 5. Last night was supposed to be the coldest night since April 9 - some 7 months ago. 6. Political question (SKIP IF YOU CAN'T OR DON'T WANT TO BE EXPOSED TO IT). Without getting into a debate, and not wanting to offend anyone, but just when did the word "liberal" equate to scum? Sorry, but I don't get it. This nation has a long distinguished history o...

I moved Missy's food/water bowls on Saturday in some rearranging of the kitchen. I moved it from the waste basket area on the left to the laundry room that is no more than a longish 3 feet. She proceeded to let me know what she thought of the move by going on a hunger strike and not eating or drinking for 2 1/2 days. The food has been in the bowl and when i got home tonight the food was gone. The hunger strike is over and hopefully so is her snit. As a reward for her compliance I gave her some more food which she hungrily accepted, as evidenced by the picture. Lord, children can be so fussy.

http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/19152?utm_campaign=send-to-friend This is a video taken by the wife of a soldier coming home after 14 months. Look how fast that one dog's tail wags. As the guy said, I wish we were the people our dogs think we are.

This morning Pat and Becky and I went to Tanner's Orchard. Ever since our old car club tour last weekend didn't stop, I've had a craving for cider doughnuts. I asked my Breakfast Club members if they'd like to go and, like the loyal troopers they are, were only too happy to oblige. Besides the doughnuts I also got pumpkin cake, a Dutch Apple pie, onion mustard, apple butter and some cider. I'm all set now. We also went early to avoid the rush. Oh, and I also got something for Kenzie , but don't know yet how I will get it to her (you).

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/09/26/AR2008092602860.html?referrer=emailarticle Nice article I found in the Washington Post. Now that Missy is getting up there I appreciate this even more. Hope you enjoy it; it's writing and observation at its best.

The World Series starts tonight and I can't resist thinking the Rays are an awful lot like the 1969 Mets . The Mets at that time were known for futility and had only been around for 7 years. The Rays have been perennial last place losers for the last 10 years. I can't help but root for them, although their fans only showed up when they made the playoffs. I also like their mohawks . Started by BJ Upton after a losing streak in September, the team and some fans have adopted the hair style.

Even a man who is pure at heart And says his prayers by night May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms And the autumn moon is bright. Maleva in Wolfman (1941)

WIAAC club members in new cars and old lining up Sunday morning at Hardees in Knoxville. Baby, my '62 Plymouth is at the left. Cruising on the back roads through Dahinda, Williamsfield, Wyoming, Toulon and up to Henry Illinois. Stopping for lunch at the park in Henry. It was beautiful day and there was a little boat traffic on the river. We then crossed the bridge and headed down to Chillicothe and over to Princeville. Baby ran great, especially after her flush last month. She turned over 19,000 original miles during this trip. We had 14 cars in the caravan and all made it home safe.

I began filling their pockets with my money this morning at 7:15 am when the temperature in my house was 49 degrees. I read somewhere the rates were going up by 15% this winter. Gotta have it though. And I so wanted to make it to Thanksgiving.

...and completely meaningless. 1. I'm glad the debates are over. These guys, after 16 months, are merely wind-up dolls spouting the same platitudes, talking points, and news bites. I have yet to see a genuine human deviation from those talking points. No unrehearsed personal comments or anything resembling a warm off-the-cuff detail on "who" they are as persons. This goes for both of them. Where is the humor, where is the spontaneous reflection. They are both "handled" to a degree that removes their ability to say anything that is not scripted. Blech! 2. Brendan mentioned the possibility of seeing my grandkids in December, and that's all I can think about. But how? 3. Speaking of grandkids, Matt, my buddy from KCA called a couple of weeks ago and wondered if I'd like to be a Reading Partner with one of his 6 year olds at Nielson. I quickly said yes, but then checked my schedule. I'd have to leave at 8:30 in the morning to be there at nine, and then k...

Came home from Port Byron on Saturday and noticed a house lit up like Christmas, but with a Halloween motif. In many respects Halloween has really gained ground on home lighting with creative and spooky decorating. I guess we all like a safe scare. Missy used to get gussied up with an Elvis costume, but we lost it in the Flood. I don't think we'll get another costume, but she really liked this Darth Vader number she saw in a catalog.

A firefighter was working on the engine outside the station, when he noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides, and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.The girl was wearing a firefighters helmet. The wagon was being pulled by her dog and her cat. The firefighter walked over to take a closer look."That sure is a nice fire truck," the firefighter said with admiration."Thanks," the girl replied.The firefighter looked a little closer. The fireman noticed the girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles."Little partner," the firefighter said, "I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster."The little girl replied thoughtfully, "You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren."

We have received word that Brendan's 101st Airborne Company, the 2/320 Artillary Group, Balls of the Eagle, will be returning to Fort Campbell on November 12. I will be going down and have asked for time off from Blick.

Old Missy and I on our daily walk up to the post office noticed a hub of activity in the Loop. Three cars and trucks were travelling the road which was as much as I have seen since there was a quilting meeting at the Floral Hall in June. BFE city fathers are so sure of its citizen's abilities to handle motorized vehicular traffic that most of the towns stop signs have been removed, either through vandalism, lack of funds, or the need for siding local habitats.

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Bébé VS Pére Uploaded by The-Phantom Something I found on the net. Pretty cool video.

This was a group picture from the 2004 Eureka Springs World Reunion. Can you find me? This is an annual reunion of Kawasaki Vulcan riders and people actually DO come from all over the world. New Zealand, Canada and Japan were represented this year. Hint: See the short post between the 2nd and 3rd tent clear in the back. Now follow the base of that post down and, voila!, there is me in a black T-shirt looking a bit to the right. And, yeah, the hair isn't exactly the same sahde these days.

Bathing Machines Photo: National Maritime Museum Those curious tiny houses on wheels are bathing machines, a movable contraption popular in beach resorts in the 19th century: … bathing machines allowed women to change their clothes in private, reach the waters without parading through open stretches of beach in their bathing suits, and then frolic about in relative privacy and without violating contemporary notions of modesty. Queen Victoria certainly had one, and like it, these caravans of propriety, of social mores too foreign for our contemporary eyes, were simple wooden structures. Lest they invite voyeurs, they were built without windows, otherwise there were little ones inaccessible to prying eyes. Some were made of canvas and still others were very luxurious affairs, but all of them were on wheels, pulled in and out of the surf by horses or brute human power.

Neighborhood biker gang took to the road again last weekend. From left is Tim with his neat new Harley, Chris, Dave, and myself, represented by that photographic faux pas, the shadow. You've seen the gun racks in pick-up trucks. Chris, our die-hard hunter keeps his rifle handy on his bike. Actually he had just picked it up at a gun shop in Alexis. The trip included a car show, the famous Vice tombstone, and a little mechanical trouble, but we all got home safe and sound. Still a great way to spend a day.