I really like this photo. Don't know who it is or when or where exactly. But it speaks volumes.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A Country Mile
I really like this photo. Don't know who it is or when or where exactly. But it speaks volumes.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
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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