Pint o' Bitter
Pint o’ Bitter
Lots of heavy wave action going on down front this morning. Still too dark to see, no ships passing, no wind either, tidal maybe.
“If our situation were better than this, we would surely remember that day when the Americans came to free Iraq and gave us the chance to build a better future,” Mr. Shimari said. “But the Americans didn’t give us that chance. They did all the things possible to ensure that Iraq is going to be ruined.”
Baghdad man on the street this tenth anniversary of the Iraq War, with enormous crimes against humanity we left everything worse unto hopeless, instead of loved and admired we are more hated than ever in our history, and the war criminals are arrogantly at large.
From HuffPost today, the essay of the hour, day, year:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lt-general-robert-g-gard-jr-/the-end-of-endless-war_b_2907524.html
From HuffPost today, the essay of the hour, day, year:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lt-general-robert-g-gard-jr-/the-end-of-endless-war_b_2907524.html
And this letter in which truth is totally honest truth:
http://www.truthdig.com/dig/
62° at the moment, no breeze, enjoying my downstairs front porch, screened no bugs, waiting for Linda’s newspaper to be thrown. Once the paperboy on a bicycle, or walking with his bag hung over his shoulder, today newspapers are thrown from cars. Deliciously fragrant out here with grapefruit and lemon blossoms. Spring 1954 at the University of Florida was my first experience of citrus, orange groves blooming on campus and the sweetest smell under heaven. Already disappearing, in the next generation newspapers will be an anomaly. News and comics are more instantly and readily online.
http://www.truthdig.com/dig/
62° at the moment, no breeze, enjoying my downstairs front porch, screened no bugs, waiting for Linda’s newspaper to be thrown. Once the paperboy on a bicycle, or walking with his bag hung over his shoulder, today newspapers are thrown from cars. Deliciously fragrant out here with grapefruit and lemon blossoms. Spring 1954 at the University of Florida was my first experience of citrus, orange groves blooming on campus and the sweetest smell under heaven. Already disappearing, in the next generation newspapers will be an anomaly. News and comics are more instantly and readily online.
On my way to HNEC yesterday morning, Tarpon Dock Bridge was open for boats so I detoured onto Park Street past McKenzie Park to Luverne, right on 4th Street, across the 4th Street Bridge over Massalina Bayou, right on Bonita Avenue. Old stomping grounds when Cook Ford showroom was on Harrison Avenue and their service entrance and sign at the back on Park Street.
Some local history buff will prove me wrong, but I’m remembering this sign back there.
Some local history buff will prove me wrong, but I’m remembering this sign back there.
And these cars in the showroom after WWII
And these a couple years later
Drizzling, newspaper tossed from speeding car, lasix kicking in.
Tom
1946 Ford station wagon, fordor sedan, convertible
1949 Ford tudor sedan, station wagon
1946 Ford station wagon, fordor sedan, convertible
1949 Ford tudor sedan, station wagon