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I’m just waiting for someone to tell me those are coyote tracks, because I have some very literal-minded friends who never understand when I’m joking, and of course I know those are coyote tracks because that’s why I took the photo, innit?
Don Martin was drawing for Mad in 1958, with his floppy-footed characters and wet-your-pants hilarious farty sound effects like “FLEEN!” and “FOOSH!”
Yesterday was a day for being pigeonholed … strangers sized me up correctly after one glance. That shouldn’t annoy me, but it did.
At our January homeowners’ meeting we agreed to kick in on cleaning up and landscaping the circle in front of Bob’s old house, and the installation of a memorial bench in his name, turning it into a neighborhood pocket park. We gathered there last night for the dedication of Bob’s bench, the finishing touch to the project.
For the past few months, the restoration yard at Pima Air and Space Museum has been dominated by two huge Boeing airliners, a 747 and a 777. I’d point them out to visitors on my tram tour, joking that I didn’t know where we’d find room for them once they came out of resto. Well, now I know.
There’s a menu bar across the top of this blog. Click on About Paul’s Thing and you can view a short photo-essay about this blog’s namesake and inspiration, The Thing?, a roadside attraction on Interstate 10 near Dragoon, Arizona, 67 miles from my door in Tucson.
Speaking of bringing society down, why is it that whenever I see a sexually crude, grossly inappropriate post on Facebook, it was put there by a fellow Hash House Harrier? What are we, a pack of sniggering 13-year-olds?
Wankers led us on a merry chase down beauteous State Route 83, over Santa Rosa Pass to Sonoita and the wine country near Elgin, then continued southeast on 83 through what was to the rest of us unfamiliar territory.