Popsicle planes

...Marginally better on my eyes than the previous post, but I will always prefer seeing airplanes displayed on their "feet'...so to speak.

...and you can watch on the monitor

No matter how you look at these displayed airplanes, you still cringe.

A Different Holiday

Each Christmas is different. A year ago I was over 6000 miles away and getting ready to spend Christmas Eve with some of my Roman family. While much of the preparation was normal to them, nothing was normal to me. I spent the afternoon working along side Fabrizio and Abul. Packed up, had drinks with them, Sandro, Paola and everyone left in the Campo. Then tagged along with him as he went home. 

Because I was the first one there, I was able to spend some time with Silvia and the boys. The rest of the the family starting with Marina began to arrive...and so did the fire brigade.As we watched and listened from our  balcony the Firemen attempted to gain entry to a nearby apartment. The son of the woman living there had called the fireman because he could not reach his Mother. They tried the door without success and finally after some confusion and lots of noise were able to get in through one of her windows. While surprised to see the fireman she still greeted them with a happy "Buon Natale". With her hearing aid turned off and the music turned up she too was cooking the Christmas meal...you have to love her and her spirit.

That started a three day holiday celebration like no other I have ever enjoyed. While I can not be there in body, in spirit I certainly am. 

Auguri a tutti! baci!

What the missing filter missed

Can this actually still be relevant?
...paradise by the dashboard light?

This...
...everything is beautiful...
could almost be believable, if this...
Puff the magic dragon...
was the next line!

One of two options here,
...drove my chevee to the levee, but the levee
was dry...
1.) post Katrina
2.)needs a better place dump his junk

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire...
No explanation should be required all you ex- Submarine racers!

Adam and Eve cast out! No papers...the first recorded immigrants!!!!!

If your Grandparents came here years ago with no friends, no knowledge of the land and unable to speak the language do you think they would have put a bumper sticker on the back of their buck-board proclaiming their ignorance?

Among the adjectives applied to me the word romantic is a natural exclusion. So, when I remember, not one but two of the most romantic things that I have ever done it is only natural that I no longer recollect how to spell the girls' name...apt!

Men modern technology makes us doomed! As soon as the vibrate app gets amplified to a high enough level...perhaps not that high in some cases, we will be toast!

All the medications are lined up for the week, each in its appropriate day/time slot...where did I put the memory one?

When my grandchildren reach my age I can imagine them grumbling to their children, "you don't even know what a game-boy was!"

Movies allow us to enjoy reality in any form we choose...or to just escape from it. Enjoy being the key word.

You are so totally unaware of yourself, yet you know and understand me so well...I am confused!

Humans are ego-centric. We each think that we are the center of the universe...see! You can be wrong.

How do you respond? Molly Ringwold is 47! Me: Still a babe.
My daughter: Really? My grandson: Who?

Those of us that do not believe in a hereafter have a strong interest in making this one count!


All wars end up as Phyrric victories. Carnage only leads to further anger and outrage.

I remember "going out to play" without parental guidance. That was fun!


I remember Ricky Nelson singing Fats Domino songs. He was a kid. Do you really think he knew the difference?

Consider this, if you don't pay taxes you must be a cheater...know any churches paying taxes?

When you hear this being said as a question, "Truthfully?"...do expect to hear the truth?

A child's life is full of events. The term "too busy" not in their lexicon.
An adult's life is full of happenings and they are always too busy. 
While an elder's  life is frequented by memories and busy simply another memory.


As a boy I read sci-fi. There isn't a genre more positive, more hopeful or more progressive. The future always provides. Now I read mysteries, I guess realism wins out.

Something that doesn't sit well. I am 72 and do not desire a "girl-friend", a "lady-friend", a "friend with benefits" or any other friend with a denigrating label. Just a friend works perfectly!

A Baker's Dozen

How is it that every women in Europe can manage to look stunning even while riding a bicycle and so many American women simply envelope the damn thing?

When people claim to think "less of you", count your blessings. After all you are the only that you must please.

How many continents are there? Nations? Cultures? Peoples?
...but somehow we are always right?
Please look up jingoism!

For all of you that believe this statement "everything is beautiful, in it's own way." Please turn on the news, now pay attention!

Equality ends at birth. Disbeliever? For poignant proof check out a classroom near you.

If Adam and Eve only had two sons...Lucy! Someone has some 'splainin to do!

Can Santa Claus get workman's comp if he slips on some of Rudolphs' "left-overs" and hurts himself?

Speaking of Santa, with all those raindeer pulling, how does he stop?

We get recipes from books that have been written in alphabetical form, while those done numerically are frequently "pre-cooked!"

Politics as usual...visualize this, a chicken after it has met the axe...politics as usual!

What looks more absurd than a two foot long grey mullet? Two of them on a trike!

A photograph is filtered by glass and a painting by your heart.

A reflection is a shadow in technicolor.

Logical progression...from 15 year old eyes

It was the winter of 1958 and the coolest dude on TV was kind of like Tonto on steroids. Pahoo! A knife throwing Indian with a sawed-off shotgun slung under his serape for back-up.

Here we see him with the star, Jock Mahoney as Yancy Derringer and Frances Bergen as Yancy's current girl friend. For a show that didn't see a second season there is much to say about this group.

Here goes... X Brands plays Pahoo the stalwart side-kick. A seldom speaking Pawnee Indian. He actually received a letter of commendation from the tribe on his authenticity...he was of German decent. Perfectly normal in Hollywood where Leonard Nemoy (Spock) started out as an Indian.

Jock Mahoney, the lead, had worked his way up from stuntman to star and after a successful run as the Range Rider was taking a second stab at Cowboy stardom. His character was an ex-confederate officer  making his living as a gambler and as a covert agent on the side...even then New Orleans had a bad rep. In the cast, as sort of maid in waiting was Mahoney's real wife, Margaret Field. As befits the name Derringer was heavily armed. Not sure if that to thwart all the weekly villains or to keep all the girl-friends aligned.

In the cast there was a previous companion that now was running his favorite watering hole. But, the girl of the moment was played by Frances Bergen both attractive and accomplished but perhaps better known as the wife of Edgar Bergen.

 Ok, I am going to attempt a chart...

We have an Indian sidekick that is really German

A girlfriend with two wooden step-children ( Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd) and a real live beautiful daughter ( Candice Bergen)

A girl friend in waiting...his real wife, that has a daughter named Sally.

The hero, not the sidekick plays a southern gentleman despite the fact that he himself is part Cherokee.

How can you beat that?

Let's try, one of the wooden stepsons seduces the Flying Nun and begat...

Enough?

No! 

Later, Sally joins up with a large cast to film the epic, Hooper!
A film based on the life of?????  Jock Mahoney!

This whole thing is stranger than fiction, but mostly true!

If only---

We have commenced the loons and lemmings season. All of the would be messiahs are busily inching their heads out from under their favorite rocks. Each insisting that he (she) can help us live our lives better, under his/her leadership , than we are currently doing without it.

All of you know who I am talking about, the saccharine saviors that surface every four years seeking to lead us to a bright new moral, patriotic and economically stable future. At this point we will divest ourselves of reality, simply because none of them start with clean houses themselves. From Trump to frump they scream of "the good fight", "moral indignation", "the cause", etc. Arrogant, power hungry petty despots seeking public admiration...and a buck or two along the way. Yetch!

Save me...no, save us from the saviors!

Does anyone have a clue just what an "ad hoc" committee is? Other than a clarion call for all these public feeders at the trough, that is. Has any one out there ever been asked their thoughts on these buffoons? I haven't. 

Now this is where I wish fiction was the true reality. Because we could jump into H.G. Wells' Time Machine and flip the dial to a day just after the election. Next, we would accumulate all the results and other pertinent information, ie costs, and return to the present. 

With this info on hand we fine each of the losers for the cost of each of his/her vanity trip plus triple damages for our collective pain, anguish and suffering. With this money in hand the national budget should balance with perhaps a little left over so the next generation might get edumacated!!!