9/18/21

Pole tags

Called service tags when I was a kid. My dad worked for Southwestern Bell.
If you walk the alleys you'll see them on evey pole. The older tags are lead.
Brag: My dad was involved in the Southwestern Bell wildcat strike in history in 1963.
He carried a picket sign that read Ma Bell is a Bad Mother......

The 6th decade

Selfie, 2015. Back when I was an athlete.

The rattle of Suspicion

Girl, I miss you

Beautiful Dee.

The First Decade

I recall those horrible peach and white dresses my mom had made for us. Probably Easter. They were made of glazed calico: Chintz. It felt gross.
Luckily, I quickly grew out of it while my older sister wore it all summer.

Your Daily Golden Moment

Hollywood closeup.

Jeanne

Visiting from SF during my TKR recovery. 2013.

9/16/21

View of the Arch from the Cabin and the drive down.

Pist: Why do we call it our cabin? There isn't a river or stream.
Me: I call it the club house.
Pist: I HATE the cell tower.

9/12/21

The Weasel

This popping mortar joint recalled an old boss who would whistle, Pop goes the Weasel, and somehow make it surreal. I miss you Wally Rosen.