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Tuesday Tidbits

1.  The Earth Spinning on its Axis  


Sunrise...


...Sunset In Emerald City

2.  A couple local stories I heard while in Northlandia.

  • Dick Hunter, who passed away about 6 months ago, was a long-time heating and plumbing guy in Emerald City.  A few years ago he some advertising on some pens printed with his company name on it.  Underneath he also added, "Bring your wife in and we'll dicker." 
  • One winter day, when we boys were kids, down at the grain elevator my Dad owned, Walter Hood came in and tossed a stick of dynamite in coal heater that stood toward the back of the weigh house.  Dorothy Bell, the secretary took off running.  V.G., my grandfather who was sitting in a chair remained sitting.  Walter asked him why he didn't leave.  V.G. responded that he figured if Walter wasn't running then he didn't have anything to worry about.  Apparently dynamite needs a cap to explode.  
3.  In The News...
"I'm up from Floriduh, but I identify as Illinoisian."


4.  Norah doesn't understand days or hours, but she does understand "sleeps".  She has been saying "4 sleeps until Papa comes home."  She tried to make a nap a sleep so I would come home faster.  

5.  By the time you read this I will be back down South for awhile.  Today I have an EKG and blood work, so it probably won't be such a fun first day back.  I still reserve the right to bail on this surgery if I get the heebie-jeebies.  

6.  I had breakfast on Friday with 'the girls', Pat and Becky, who I worked with at The Mary.  On Saturday and Sunday went bike riding with neighbor Tim and some others.  More on that in future posts.  


7.  


   This was taken outside Emerald City on some road near the North lagoon.  Generally my pictures weren't very good, but this one was moderately interesting.

8.  

    
Now thru the end of the month you can see Saturn and Jupiter sliding toward one another. I took this with my measly iPhone last week in Northlandia.  The sliver of moon made it a nice shot,  but I had already sent my nice camera to Floriduh.  Look to the Western sky after sunset to see to the spatial rendezvous.  
   

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