Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[G-Dog]

The best henna and best coffee in Rome!

Hmmm, .... I dunno, ... looks a bit watered down!

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[GwenOnBass]

Hmmm, .... I dunno, ... looks a bit watered down!

.

Gonna say you would not have turned down rat-grade dinner at a rat-grade restaurant with Anita Ekberg

 

[G-Dog]

Gonna say you would not have turned down rat-grade dinner at a rat-grade restaurant with Anita Ekberg

I've certainly endured worse environs, and fare, for less stellar company, yes!

Oh, but were you lauding the quality of her henna and/or coffee?!?

Oops, sorry. I was merely trying to make a bad pun. But, alas, I'm always easily lost in your rich verbal cosmos.
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[GwenOnBass]

I've certainly endured worse environs, and fare, for less stellar company, yes!

Oh, but were you lauding the quality of her henna and/or coffee?!?

Oops, sorry. I was merely trying to make a bad pun. But, alas, I'm always easily lost in your rich verbal cosmos.
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Just read up on her at the wikki place. What a sad way to reach the finish line

 

[Richland123]

A poem to take you back.

A little house with three bedrooms,

One bathroom and one car on the street.

A mower that you had to push

To make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall,

We only had one phone.

And no need for recording things,

Someone was always home.

We only had a living room

Where we would congregate,

Unless it was at mealtime

In the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms

Or extra rooms to dine.

When meeting as a family.

Those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set

And channels maybe two,

But always there was one of them

With something worth the view.

For snacks, we had potato chips

That tasted like a chip.

And if you wanted flavor

There was Lipton's onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because

My mother liked to cook,

And nothing can compare to snacks

In Betty Crocker's book

Weekends were for family trips

Or staying home to play.

We all did things together –

Even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips

Depending on the weather,

No one stayed at home because

We liked to be together

Sometimes we would separate

To do things on our own,

But we knew where the others were

Without our own cell phone

Then there were the movies

With your favorite movie star,

And nothing can compare

To watching movies in your car

Then there were the picnics

at the peak of summer season,

Pack a lunch and find some trees,

And never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together

With all the friends you know.

Have real action playing ball –

And no game video.

Remember when the doctor

Used to be the family friend,

And didn't need insurance

Or a lawyer to defend

The way that he took care of you

Or what he had to do,

Because he took an oath and strived

To do the best for you

Remember going to the store

And shopping casually,

And when you went to pay for it

You used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe

Or punch in some amount,

And remember when the cashier person

Had to really count?

The milkman used to go

From door to door,

And it was just a few cents more

Than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters

Came right to your door,

Without a lot of junk mail ads

Sent out by every store

The mailman knew each house by name

And knew where it was sent;

There were not loads of mail addressed

To "present occupant."

There was a time when just one glance

Was all that it would take,

And you would know the kind of car,

The model and the make.

They didn't look like turtles

Trying to squeeze out every mile;

They were streamlined, white walls, fins

And really had some style.

One time the music that you played

Whenever you would jive,

Was from a vinyl, big-holed record

Called a forty-five.

The record player had a post

To keep them all in line,

And then the records would drop down

And play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then,

Just like we do today,

And always we were striving,

Trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived

Still seems like so much fun,

How can you explain a game where you

Just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards

Between bicycle spokes?

And for a nickel, red machines

Had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier

Slower in some ways.

I love the new technology,

But I sure do miss those days.

So, time moves on and so do we

And nothing stays the same,

But I sure love to reminisce

And walk down memory lane.

With all today's technology

We grant that it's a plus!

But it's fun to look way back and say,

HEY LOOK, GUYS, THAT WAS US!

"Good friends are like quilts; they age with you, yet never lose their warmth."

 

[ZonieBass]

Spot on my friend. Thanks for sharing that.

 

[beans-on-toast]

A poem to take you back.

A little house with three bedrooms,

One bathroom and one car on the street.

A mower that you had to push

To make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall,

We only had one phone.

And no need for recording things,

Someone was always home.

We only had a living room

Where we would congregate,

Unless it was at mealtime

In the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms

Or extra rooms to dine.

When meeting as a family.

Those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set

And channels maybe two,

But always there was one of them

With something worth the view.

For snacks, we had potato chips

That tasted like a chip.

And if you wanted flavor

There was Lipton's onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because

My mother liked to cook,

And nothing can compare to snacks

In Betty Crocker's book

Weekends were for family trips

Or staying home to play.

We all did things together –

Even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips

Depending on the weather,

No one stayed at home because

We liked to be together

Sometimes we would separate

To do things on our own,

But we knew where the others were

Without our own cell phone

Then there were the movies

With your favorite movie star,

And nothing can compare

To watching movies in your car

Then there were the picnics

at the peak of summer season,

Pack a lunch and find some trees,

And never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together

With all the friends you know.

Have real action playing ball –

And no game video.

Remember when the doctor

Used to be the family friend,

And didn't need insurance

Or a lawyer to defend

The way that he took care of you

Or what he had to do,

Because he took an oath and strived

To do the best for you

Remember going to the store

And shopping casually,

And when you went to pay for it

You used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe

Or punch in some amount,

And remember when the cashier person

Had to really count?

The milkman used to go

From door to door,

And it was just a few cents more

Than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters

Came right to your door,

Without a lot of junk mail ads

Sent out by every store

The mailman knew each house by name

And knew where it was sent;

There were not loads of mail addressed

To "present occupant."

There was a time when just one glance

Was all that it would take,

And you would know the kind of car,

The model and the make.

They didn't look like turtles

Trying to squeeze out every mile;

They were streamlined, white walls, fins

And really had some style.

One time the music that you played

Whenever you would jive,

Was from a vinyl, big-holed record

Called a forty-five.

The record player had a post

To keep them all in line,

And then the records would drop down

And play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then,

Just like we do today,

And always we were striving,

Trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived

Still seems like so much fun,

How can you explain a game where you

Just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards

Between bicycle spokes?

And for a nickel, red machines

Had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier

Slower in some ways.

I love the new technology,

But I sure do miss those days.

So, time moves on and so do we

And nothing stays the same,

But I sure love to reminisce

And walk down memory lane.

With all today's technology

We grant that it's a plus!

But it's fun to look way back and say,

HEY LOOK, GUYS, THAT WAS US!

"Good friends are like quilts; they age with you, yet never lose their warmth."

Welcome to 1956. Thanks for the memories.

 

[chupacerveza]

Neighbors where I shop are Hasidic, I see different sects from the way that they dress. The ladies all wear the same wigs, they marry at a young age and have children. Older kids are often out minding their brothers and sisters. They have a great sense of family and community. They children are very respectful of others on the street and are always well behaved. I wish all kids were like them.

You might enjoy "Unorthodox" on Netflix....

 

[Bobhmcs]

Tonight I roamed off to WWII and read a few interesting threads on the Avro Lancaster and the B-17. Both were formidable bombers with different sets of positive qualities. The Lanc was maneuverable and had powerful engines-- much more than the B-17's. Both had problems with covering their hides against fighter attacks, but the B-17 had an edge on that one. I forgot all about the Avro Lancasters-- I remember when I was a kid they made a movie about the Lancasters on a suicide mission blowing up a plant that was creating heavy water for atomic use. It was called "The Dam Busters."

From the Dam Busters movie.
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The B-17 and Avro Lancaster.
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I think tonight I'm going to watch an old movie called "Superfortress."

My uncle was a test pilot in the Army Air Corps during WWII. He was testing a new auto pilot for the B-17 and it flew him into the side of a mountain. Needless to say they didn't choose that model.
Bob

 

[Bobhmcs]

Get good enough and you can play in a posh studio. That's how it works in Real Life, yes? I would really like music more if not for the business of music.


More than once considered a bison strap from Lakota Leathers Instrument Straps and I've been in a strap-buying frame of mind. Feeling like a good time to do something nice for myself. What I'm actually doing is trying each strap I own for a week so that everyone gets a fair shake. I do have enough straps, but...

And it wasn't until I arrived at TB that I ever gave any thought to a strap. I used the strap that came new with my Stingray and that's where the train pulled into the station. All being of GOF age, arthritis, and next thing you know I've got a new strap. A bit of time in PT fixed the shoulder. Ultrasound works! Well it works for some things and it did the trick for me. And the original strap still feels good, even if it is rather road worn

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In the Breaking of the President portion from Firesign Theater, we find do you remember the past? Yes Do you remember the future? Yes Well, forget it!

That's when the fireworks go off and we learn Barney is with a fortune teller LOL LOL

Well, you got me. It's not exactly the fortune teller set I call friends. We're doing something else. What I can say, and have said here, is my third past life workshop was in November, and I received the letter I wrote to myself a few weeks ago. And reporting this: as we closed the field of being present to that aspect of ourselves, I said to the facilitator I finished that life. He replied [paraphrasing] maybe you reconsider that?

Funny thing is, I've always known her. The letter, well.

Maybe a good time to buy a new strap. The other contender is the vintage style, that's where I'm leaning.

La Contessa I wouldn't call that strap Road Worn IMHO it is just now broken in. Has character.
But you have reminded me of a song from long ago I can't get out of my head:
Georgie Tirebyter He's a Spy and Girl delighter.
Georgie Tirebyter he a Student Like you
Like me?
Like you!
;[)
Bob

 

[Bobhmcs]

You might enjoy "Unorthodox" on Netflix....

Alas you got to it first.
Bob

 

[GwenOnBass]

La Contessa I wouldn't call that strap Road Worn IMHO it is just now broken in. Has character.
But you have reminded me of a song from long ago I can't get out of my head:
Georgie Tirebyter He's a Spy and Girl delighter.
Georgie Tirebyter he a Student Like you
Like me?
Like you!
;[)
Bob

The Android Sisters -
if you're looking for the captain of the ringball team
you can bet he won't be there
you can find him at Pop's Sodium Shop ...

Read on the interwebz someone called Firesign Theater The Beatles of Comedy. Those four guys blew more minds than, well, how about a lot of minds. And there was a lot of mind-blowing stuff going on "then". Certainly not like "now" because instead of mind-blowing, things got stoopid.

 

[beans-on-toast]

Blues Monday, Keep It To Yourself

Who knew that keeping to yourself would become a way of life adopted by many. For some, scars will linger long after this era passes. People that experienced it will nod and understand. Years ago, for one reason or another, some folks lived in solitude. They shunned society, people called them hermits. Hermitesses often had a fondness for cats.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Solitary women, perhaps with two cats in the garden, are the first to be blamed when a villager has troubles. Of course here in the future solitary women, perhaps with two cats in the garden, aren't eager for repeats.

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Witches sure can be annoying

 

[beans-on-toast]

I was unable to visit the graveyard this weekend.

Rules in place prevent all visits. They allow two family members to come to the office to make arrangements. Creamations and burials continue with a maximum of 10 immediate family members attending. No visiting the grounds allowed. Funerials are conducted via the internet using a pay for video conferencing app called Zoom. This is nothing new but has become the new norm when people don't want to travel. Seems that churches are also using this.

Not sure how bowling teams manage. The pool hall down the street has closed. All outdoor festivals have been cancelled so far through August. Certain pastimes will fade into obscurity.

In NY, you can now obtain a marriage license and hold virtual marriage cermonies online via Zoom.

New Yorkers Can Get Marriage Licenses Remotely, Hold Virtual Weddings

 

[Polish Thunder]

Blues Monday, Keep It To Yourself

Who knew that keeping to yourself would become a way of life adopted by many. For some, scars will linger long after this era passes. People that experienced it will nod and understand. Years ago, for one reason or another, some folks lived in solitude. They shunned society, people called them hermits. Hermitesses often had a fondness for cats.

Wonderful video. SBWII was one of the all-time great blues harmonica players. I will have to check but I think that is Willie Dixon on the upright bass.

 

[beans-on-toast]

Nothing wrong with good witches. As a kid, there was a kind old lady that lived up the street in an old house with an overgrown yard. She used to offer candy to kids that would knock on her door. It was like halloween all year round at her house. And yes, she did have a black cat.

When witches meet with their cloaks on, it's hard to know which witch is which.

 

[Jeff Scott]

... instead of mind-blowing, things got stoopid.

Stoopid is the new (currrent) mind-blown.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Nothing wrong with good witches. As a kid, there was a kind old lady that lived up the street in an old house with an overgrown yard. She used to offer candy to kids that would knock on her door. It was like halloween all year round at her house. And yes, she did have a black cat.

When witches meet with their cloaks on, it's hard to know which witch is which.

Any witch who wishes to live a peaceful and harmless life is going to be unhappy in the neighborhood of people who are both ignorant and violent. Of course those things only happened in the past.

 

[beans-on-toast]