WOOT (?)

Last Saturday, what? What's that? Right, well over a week ago on a Saturday's eve, a stupendous evening was had by I think a few at the I.O.O.M. or is it F.O.O.M. where Tim Bengsston filled the guitar boots, Mitch and Jack did other things. And I did what I could to stay dry so as not to offend. Special thanks go to, Dan, his wife, Jan&Jim, Brad&Vicki, Warren and that Thompson lady, Jim&Melinda, Jorje, Kevin, Ann, Bobby Z, Kurt, Faith, Kristi, Holly, Mike&Kyle, Danni, Terry, Margie, the Dunn posse and I apologize profusely if I've omitted anyone oh, and the bartenders and wait staff. Great job. We dig your place.

Beer Poster, Bieres De La Fauvette by Leonetto Cappiello

Leonetto Cappiello

Cappiello's Maurin Quina
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Leonetto Cappiello (1875-1942) was a leader in the French poster as advertisement movement in the early 1900s.

A POSTCARD FROM HOWARD CITY

Okay, this is not Howard City. This is 88th Street South of Fremont looking west at about noon last Saturday. I have a thing for airplanes. My wife does too. I still run outside and search the sky for aircraft when I hear engines that don't sound familiar.
I also fear I've written this before. If I have, so what.
Maybe this where people will say "I think the backslide began about the time he repeated himself with that story about the crop duster." This may go down as the beginning, the beginning of his... Memoir Of Sillyness!

Sugar Pie DeSanto - Soulful Dress

A Country Mile

I really like this photo. Don't know who it is or when or where exactly. But it speaks volumes.

Floyd And Betty Lou

I don't think I actually ever set my sights on being an early riser. I always just was, to the annoyance of several. If there was ever an early morning rustling of anything of any type...probably me. But after years of trying so hard to tip-toe around, eventually, it's like to hell with it, get up already.

The act of sleeping in always seemed to be attached to other families and not mine. There was a kind of foreign sort of element to it, maybe a little bohemian or a little whiff of affluence maybe, like I knew what that was. My family seemed to be the family who invented daylight.
On Saturday mornings as a kid, I would saunter or ride my Typhoon down the sidewalks of my neighborhood long before the first lawn mower cranked up. I would ring the doorbell and eventually Floyd or Betty Lou would open their door while the rest of the family was still asleep. And with as much kindness as they could muster at that hour, request that I return at a more reasonable time.
A more dejected kid may not have returned. But I didn't know any better.
I turned away and walked down the street, along their 7 foot high fence that we weren't supposed to climb and through Meyers backyard into McGhee's Woods for awhile until I did hear the lawn mowers. And then head back up to Floyd and Betty Lou's to see if Susie was awake.

It's A Bikini World

This '67 comedy, starring a post Disney, Tommy Kirk, (Absent Minded Professor, Old Yeller, Swiss Family Robinson and Shaggy Dog) doesn't have much to do with British motorcycles or my favorite musicians or where you can find a fine pair of Brothel Creepers or even people or places from my hometown. But, it does have bikinis. And a pretty happenin little soundtrack with: We Got To Get Out Of This Place by The Animals, Walk On (Right Out Of My Life) by Pat Vegas, Liar Liar by The Castaways, Attack by The Toys and Spread It On Thick by The Gentrys (pictured).
In the same vein as a Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello flick and probably equally as compelling because it had Hondas and, well, bikinis.
No, I haven't seen It's A Bikini World yet, but, I have read about it and, well, it does have bikinis.

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