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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Japanese Man
who among us is not guilty of some of the sins of war?
It is unfortunate that wars have created the destiny of mankind, all linked in some detail to the other, from the dawning of history until the present. It is as if we were players in a board game." Robert L. Huffstutter
It is unfortunate that wars have created the destiny of mankind, all linked in some detail to the other, from the dawning of history until the present. It is as if we were players in a board game." Robert L. Huffstutter
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
HOT DOGS ON CITY BEACH, LAGUNA, CA
"I have heard these hot dogs they sell here are really great," the blonde coed stated to the guy next to her waiting for his dog to be dressed up like he ordered. He smiled at her and asked her if she also liked burgers.
"Sure," she said, "cheeseburgers with the works." He looked at the menu above the cooks head and read all about the types of condiments applied to the beef patties. "You are one that goes in for the fancy things, aren't you?" he asked. She nodded. The two ate their sandwiches at the counter and said nothing more to each other.
About two weeks later, the couple met again, by chance, at the same hot dog stand.
"I have heard these hot dogs they sell here are really great," the blonde coed stated to the guy next to her waiting for his dog to be dressed up like he ordered. He smiled at her and asked her if she also liked burgers
"Are you suffering from an early stage of some kind of memory loss," she asked. He seemed confused. He looked at her with suspicion and said nothing. When his order was ready, he had the cook sack it. He tipped the cook two dollars and left the stand. The blonde watched him leave. She noted which alley he went down. She hurried after him, leaving her order still on the grill. When she saw him enter into a dark, long limo, she shot a photo of the license plate.
"Didn't think you were coming back," the cooks said. She smiled. "Those dollar bills he gave you?" she questioned. The cook appeared puzzleld. "Oh, the tip--he gave you two dollars, right?"
"Sure, sure," he said. "Okay," she said and handed him a ten dollar bill, "I'll trade you. You give me those two dollars he gave you and I will give you a ten, okay?"
"Okay," the cook said, happy he had a few extra dollars.
"Sure," she said, "cheeseburgers with the works." He looked at the menu above the cooks head and read all about the types of condiments applied to the beef patties. "You are one that goes in for the fancy things, aren't you?" he asked. She nodded. The two ate their sandwiches at the counter and said nothing more to each other.
About two weeks later, the couple met again, by chance, at the same hot dog stand.
"I have heard these hot dogs they sell here are really great," the blonde coed stated to the guy next to her waiting for his dog to be dressed up like he ordered. He smiled at her and asked her if she also liked burgers
"Are you suffering from an early stage of some kind of memory loss," she asked. He seemed confused. He looked at her with suspicion and said nothing. When his order was ready, he had the cook sack it. He tipped the cook two dollars and left the stand. The blonde watched him leave. She noted which alley he went down. She hurried after him, leaving her order still on the grill. When she saw him enter into a dark, long limo, she shot a photo of the license plate.
"Didn't think you were coming back," the cooks said. She smiled. "Those dollar bills he gave you?" she questioned. The cook appeared puzzleld. "Oh, the tip--he gave you two dollars, right?"
"Sure, sure," he said. "Okay," she said and handed him a ten dollar bill, "I'll trade you. You give me those two dollars he gave you and I will give you a ten, okay?"
"Okay," the cook said, happy he had a few extra dollars.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
picnikfile_tQz4eF
picnikfile_tQz4eF
Nephew, UncleJim, Aunt Dorothy, Robert Clifton after a chicken dinner in the autumn of 1947. Robert Clifton was an infrequent dinner guest and enjoyed living a reclusive lifestyle exclusive of family members. The drama surrounding this family portrait is the identity of the person who pushed the button on the Kodak camera with the imitation leather panels. I can remember that camera very well
Nephew, UncleJim, Aunt Dorothy, Robert Clifton after a chicken dinner in the autumn of 1947. Robert Clifton was an infrequent dinner guest and enjoyed living a reclusive lifestyle exclusive of family members. The drama surrounding this family portrait is the identity of the person who pushed the button on the Kodak camera with the imitation leather panels. I can remember that camera very well
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Red Yugo
The Yugo is the slightly less well known cousin of the Trabant.
Uploaded by london_emigre on 7 Aug 07, 11.18AM PDT.
Uploaded by london_emigre on 7 Aug 07, 11.18AM PDT.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
NYC - UWS: The San Remo
If my memory serves me correctly, I went to a party in one these suites in the autumn of 1960. Let me just say, the name sounds mighty familiar, and the bit about the terraces. Yes, it had to be the San Remo. It all began when I arrived in Times Square. I was sitting in a Greek Restauraunt eating spahetti. That was my first clue that there was something less than normal about Times Square. Too, the newstands were less than traditional. Let me put it this way--the magazines laid out were different than the ones in Kansas City. So, I was sitting there eating spaghetti...and, well, it turned out to be a whirling, spinning time that included such places as the Pepperment Lounge, Mama Leone's restaurant and more martinis than I had ever sipped in my life.
NYC - UWS: The San Remo
The San Remo, a luxury co-operative apartment at 145-146 Central Park West, was designed by Emery Roth in 1939. Construction began weeks before the Great Depression. In the 1970s, the San Remo converted toa coop.
NYC - UWS: The San Remo
The San Remo, a luxury co-operative apartment at 145-146 Central Park West, was designed by Emery Roth in 1939. Construction began weeks before the Great Depression. In the 1970s, the San Remo converted toa coop.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Mr. Enzo Watches TV
YES, A DOG NAMED MR. ENZO who's a sports fan. See other cool photos at the website of TACOSNACHOSBURRITOS...
Mr. Enzo was very intrigued by The Bears game.
Uploaded by tacosnachosburritos on 2 Jan
Mr. Enzo was very intrigued by The Bears game.
Uploaded by tacosnachosburritos on 2 Jan
The French Foreign Legion, 1955.
THE LANDMARK SERIES were popular in the 1950s and were probably responsible for the interest in history of millions of children. Althouh these casual biograpies were dotted with what has to be dialogue that is the work of the author's imagination, they are factually correct in dates and historically accurate. Editor
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The French Foreign Legion, 1955.
Landmark Books were a series of history books published in the 1950's for children. I loved reading them as a kid, but got most of them from the library where the had dull covers without dustjackets. I've been picking some up at thrift shops. I really enjoy the cover art, and since I seem to barely be able to make a dent in my monthly upload limit, I'm sharing them with you.
Uploaded by Marxchivist
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The French Foreign Legion, 1955.
Landmark Books were a series of history books published in the 1950's for children. I loved reading them as a kid, but got most of them from the library where the had dull covers without dustjackets. I've been picking some up at thrift shops. I really enjoy the cover art, and since I seem to barely be able to make a dent in my monthly upload limit, I'm sharing them with you.
Uploaded by Marxchivist
Monday, October 19, 2009
On The Road
DO YOU HAVE THE ORIGINAL HOWL? I HAVE IT, PICKED IT UP AT CITY LIGHTS IN THE EARLY 60S, BUT CANNOT LOCATE IT AT THE MOMENT.........UPON REREADING IT, NEEDLESS TO SAY, MY POLITICAL VIEWPOINTS HAVE CHANGED CONSIDERABLY, BUT FOR THE TIMES, AT CERTAIN TIMES, ESPECIALLY IN THE FOG OF SAN FRANCISCO, IT WAS COOL READING..............Robert
On The Road
first edition paperback
Uploaded by Eli Nixon on 19
On The Road
first edition paperback
Uploaded by Eli Nixon on 19
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Ice Cream Waffle at the CNE
Ice Cream Waffle at the CNE
That's a big bite. And a very unflattering picture.
Uploaded by makeworkproject on 6 Oct 09,
That's a big bite. And a very unflattering picture.
Uploaded by makeworkproject on 6 Oct 09,
Thursday, August 20, 2009
At the Hospital
WHEN I CAME ACROSS THIS PHOTOGRAPH IN NEWMEXICO51'S FLICKR PHOTOSTREAM, I KNEW I HAD TO WRITE AN ESSAY...
DEALING WITH CREATIVITY AND "LEAVE ME ALONE" ATTITUDE
The definition of the desire to write. To write, one so often must ignore those close to us in order to view the events and characters that are either fictional or so far back in memory that any contact with the presence annoys and disconnects. Such it is, such is the way it has been. There is only one way to come to terms with this, a lesson it has taken me more than 50 years to learn: when one becomes so anxiety-ridden in a project that's creative in nature, art, writing or whatever, one finally must be assertive and stand up or sit up and say: "it is over for the day." One must divorce one from our creative projects when it is time for family or friends. We can only remain reclusive for so long, lest we be forgotten by those who love us. Robert L. Huffstutter
DEALING WITH CREATIVITY AND "LEAVE ME ALONE" ATTITUDE
The definition of the desire to write. To write, one so often must ignore those close to us in order to view the events and characters that are either fictional or so far back in memory that any contact with the presence annoys and disconnects. Such it is, such is the way it has been. There is only one way to come to terms with this, a lesson it has taken me more than 50 years to learn: when one becomes so anxiety-ridden in a project that's creative in nature, art, writing or whatever, one finally must be assertive and stand up or sit up and say: "it is over for the day." One must divorce one from our creative projects when it is time for family or friends. We can only remain reclusive for so long, lest we be forgotten by those who love us. Robert L. Huffstutter
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
THE REAL BONNIE AND CLYDE?
"Honey, you are my one true love," the said as they saw their individual reflections in the magic eye of the mystery camera.
THE TRUE LOVE STORY OF MY COUSIN BETTY JEAN
"By golly, Clarency boy, I can hardly wait for the pitchers to come out," she giggled. "
"Yea, honey, I know the will be some really super 'pitchers' cause you're my Betty Boop, for sure." "Oh, Clarency boy, you sure do have that gift of saying what a girl wants to hear."
"Oh', my honey, look at those pitchers! They are super dupers," the said and walked hand-in-hand to the Maid-Rite for a deluxe Maid-Rite. They share a malted milk.
They married, had a baby and divorced. Both married their best friends spouses once the divorce was final.
THE TRUE LOVE STORY OF MY COUSIN BETTY JEAN
"By golly, Clarency boy, I can hardly wait for the pitchers to come out," she giggled. "
"Yea, honey, I know the will be some really super 'pitchers' cause you're my Betty Boop, for sure." "Oh, Clarency boy, you sure do have that gift of saying what a girl wants to hear."
"Oh', my honey, look at those pitchers! They are super dupers," the said and walked hand-in-hand to the Maid-Rite for a deluxe Maid-Rite. They share a malted milk.
They married, had a baby and divorced. Both married their best friends spouses once the divorce was final.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
MORE MUD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP PHOTOS A
THE REAL ORIGIN OF MUD WRESTLING
ORIGINATED IN KANSAS CITY IN APRIL OF 1950, THE YEAR OF THE BIG FLOOD.
AS THE STORY GOES, TWO YOUNG WOMEN, IDA MAY SMITH (not real last name) AND BETTY JEAN BROWN (not real last name) were running from parking lot of a honky tonk called the Travelux on 24 Highway in the old area called the inner city (a term used for unincorporated areas of Jackson County, Missouri at that time).
To be precise, the old Travelux was on the north side of 24 highway about one quarter mile west of Wilson Road and Brookside, an area near the Mt Washington Cementery. The Travelux is no longer in operation, but its spirit still lingers throughout the entire area.
To be even more detailed, the Travelux was on the old trolley line that ran from Fairmount to downtown Kansas City, Missouri. There was a trolly called "the goat" that took the area residents from Fairmont to the Mt Washington Bus Stop. That has no relevance, however to this tale. Later about the trolly and the antics that went on inside that trolly at another time.
At that time in Kansas City area history, there was no karioke events in that area, just "low-down" country and western music. One might have heard songs current then, songs by Hank Williams like "Your Cheating Heart" and "My son calls another man Daddy," real emotionally inspired tunes. There was rain coming down and the two women were making a run for the door of the Travelux. Throughout the years, the Travelux had a reputation for being a spot where a guy could meet a lonely woman, if you catch the drift here. The blue lights that highlighted the outline of the honky tonk added to the reputation. Who has heard that song, "House of Blue Lights?" More about that later. So, the Travelux was a hot spot for meeting chicks.
According to rumors, both women were hot to get back in a man's arms, hurrying to meet a soldier home on leave from Korea. His name was Jim Smith (not real last name). Ida Mae had driven a 38 Ford coupe to the Traveluxe; Betty Jean had arrived in her ex-husband's 1937 Terraplane.
As the story goes, as this tale unfolds, during the race to the door, Ida Mae made a remark about Betty Jean's automobile. Remember, Betty Jean was the one with the Terraplane. The Terraplane was later to become a Hudson but not at that time. Exactly what Ida Mae said is not known; rumor has it that the remark was less than complimentary about the design of the auto. Hot headed and said to have been an only child, Betty Jean slapped Ida Mae's face. That was, according to those still alive for years after the event almost passed into the dark and dim anals of history, "when all hell broke loose." Before the two finally got into the Traveluxe to get liquid nourishment and clean up, they had drawn quite a crowd of spectators, mostly men, except for Bertha, a barmaid. Bertha's wisdom kept her running to and fro the bar, serving beer in bottles and getting ten-cent tips for keeping the crowd nourished. More about Bertha at a later time.
The two women cursed, spat, slapped, kicked and behaved in a manner that would not have been befitting to any women in that period of time. When it all ended, the two women realized that during their combatant activity, Jim Smith had hurried away in his father's Oldsmobile.
He would later return from Korea, a decorated veteran and purchase a new Chevy Deluxe from Rost Chevrolet in Fairmount. Thus, this is the true and authentic tale about the origins of mud wrestling.
Remember, it originated in the inner-city area of Kansas City, Missouri, not too far from Blue Summit, but now incorporated into the city limits of Independence. Or is it Kansas CIty? It does not matter, just call it the KC Metro area.
By R.L. Huffstutter
ORIGINATED IN KANSAS CITY IN APRIL OF 1950, THE YEAR OF THE BIG FLOOD.
AS THE STORY GOES, TWO YOUNG WOMEN, IDA MAY SMITH (not real last name) AND BETTY JEAN BROWN (not real last name) were running from parking lot of a honky tonk called the Travelux on 24 Highway in the old area called the inner city (a term used for unincorporated areas of Jackson County, Missouri at that time).
To be precise, the old Travelux was on the north side of 24 highway about one quarter mile west of Wilson Road and Brookside, an area near the Mt Washington Cementery. The Travelux is no longer in operation, but its spirit still lingers throughout the entire area.
To be even more detailed, the Travelux was on the old trolley line that ran from Fairmount to downtown Kansas City, Missouri. There was a trolly called "the goat" that took the area residents from Fairmont to the Mt Washington Bus Stop. That has no relevance, however to this tale. Later about the trolly and the antics that went on inside that trolly at another time.
At that time in Kansas City area history, there was no karioke events in that area, just "low-down" country and western music. One might have heard songs current then, songs by Hank Williams like "Your Cheating Heart" and "My son calls another man Daddy," real emotionally inspired tunes. There was rain coming down and the two women were making a run for the door of the Travelux. Throughout the years, the Travelux had a reputation for being a spot where a guy could meet a lonely woman, if you catch the drift here. The blue lights that highlighted the outline of the honky tonk added to the reputation. Who has heard that song, "House of Blue Lights?" More about that later. So, the Travelux was a hot spot for meeting chicks.
According to rumors, both women were hot to get back in a man's arms, hurrying to meet a soldier home on leave from Korea. His name was Jim Smith (not real last name). Ida Mae had driven a 38 Ford coupe to the Traveluxe; Betty Jean had arrived in her ex-husband's 1937 Terraplane.
As the story goes, as this tale unfolds, during the race to the door, Ida Mae made a remark about Betty Jean's automobile. Remember, Betty Jean was the one with the Terraplane. The Terraplane was later to become a Hudson but not at that time. Exactly what Ida Mae said is not known; rumor has it that the remark was less than complimentary about the design of the auto. Hot headed and said to have been an only child, Betty Jean slapped Ida Mae's face. That was, according to those still alive for years after the event almost passed into the dark and dim anals of history, "when all hell broke loose." Before the two finally got into the Traveluxe to get liquid nourishment and clean up, they had drawn quite a crowd of spectators, mostly men, except for Bertha, a barmaid. Bertha's wisdom kept her running to and fro the bar, serving beer in bottles and getting ten-cent tips for keeping the crowd nourished. More about Bertha at a later time.
The two women cursed, spat, slapped, kicked and behaved in a manner that would not have been befitting to any women in that period of time. When it all ended, the two women realized that during their combatant activity, Jim Smith had hurried away in his father's Oldsmobile.
He would later return from Korea, a decorated veteran and purchase a new Chevy Deluxe from Rost Chevrolet in Fairmount. Thus, this is the true and authentic tale about the origins of mud wrestling.
Remember, it originated in the inner-city area of Kansas City, Missouri, not too far from Blue Summit, but now incorporated into the city limits of Independence. Or is it Kansas CIty? It does not matter, just call it the KC Metro area.
By R.L. Huffstutter
Sunday, August 9, 2009
go ped no ped no mo
go ped no ped no mo
Don't worry. Staged. No people were hurt during the making of this photo. The go ped on the other hand..................
Uploaded by 4PIZON on 27 Jul 07, 4.49AM PDT.
Don't worry. Staged. No people were hurt during the making of this photo. The go ped on the other hand..................
Uploaded by 4PIZON on 27 Jul 07, 4.49AM PDT.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Sarah Palin Miss Alaska
Sarah Palin Miss Alaska
You don't have to have good looks to be a good president, but it helps! Go Sarah!
Uploaded by I'mSarahToo! on
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
USED CAR LOT IN TRENTON MISSOURI 1958, FRANK'S USED CARS, 9TH ST
USED CAR LOT IN TRENTON MISSOURI 1958, FRANK'S USED CARS, 9TH ST
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter
A brief essay about pin ball machines, maid-rites and high school girls in the late 50s by robert l. Huffstutter
one of the best things about the location of this used car lot in trenton, missouri in 1958 was the maid-rite hamburger stand just a block east on 9th. While lingering on this lot talking with my uncle frank, i was often overcome by the greasy good smell of the steamed burgers and headed on down the street. There was a most fantastic pin ball machine inside with lots of bumpers and bouncers with illustrations of buxom blondes smiling and lighting up every time they got bounced by one of the pin balls. There was a lot of laughter, malt mixing machine noises and pin ball noise inside the maid-rite. It was the perfect place for sixteen year olds. There were some cute counry girls who lingered around and enjoyed talking to city boys like me. Yes, i told them all about the latest trends, like the pink and black fashion craze. The nearest drive inn movie was in chillicothe, missouri, out of bounds for all of us. Those were great times in the late 50s.
IF YOU ARE NOT A FOLLOWER, PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO BECOME A FOLLOWER; IT IS HARD TO GET THESE BLOGS GOING UNTIL A FEW BOLD PEOPLE WILL BECOME FOLLOWERS...THANKS, ROB
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sky
THIS COULD BE THE BEGINNING OF A GREAT LITERARY WORK.
Zoo-Copenhagen-Denmark
Uploaded by bibbi.nelson on 23 May 09, 1.23PM PDT.
Zoo-Copenhagen-Denmark
Uploaded by bibbi.nelson on 23 May 09, 1.23PM PDT.
Friday, July 10, 2009
48 States Flag
There is much one could say here............I do recall when the last two were added. Collecting stamps and what a thrill it was then to add two new states. If we had not added them, they would have been given away, for sure, so I do celebrate all 50. Remember when Panama was U.S. Territory. Carter gave it back. Now, Chinese soldiers have made it a fairly important center for strategic operations and energy explorations throughout the area. I"ll bet AMERICA is going to be so excited when we get all the windmills spinning at once. It could create a new wind current and the low flyers might just drift from east to west, depending on the direction of the props. I know you are following me so far. Thanks for your service.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
ABSTRACT OIL--BAJA WEEKEND--1960S--DETAIL A
ABSTRACT OIL--BAJA WEEKEND--1960S--DETAIL A
One of my first oils. A bit thin on the oil. A bit too geometrical, a bit too unacademic and too amateurish, but i didn't claim to be braque, nor do i now. Upon reviewing this recently unpacked canvas after nearly fifty years of storage inside of a cedar trunk, i must admit that it is much better than i remember it. Does one's vanity become less a factor after such a length of time? Well, this settles it, i am going to get out the oils this weekend. Surf's up, dude.............
One of my first oils. A bit thin on the oil. A bit too geometrical, a bit too unacademic and too amateurish, but i didn't claim to be braque, nor do i now. Upon reviewing this recently unpacked canvas after nearly fifty years of storage inside of a cedar trunk, i must admit that it is much better than i remember it. Does one's vanity become less a factor after such a length of time? Well, this settles it, i am going to get out the oils this weekend. Surf's up, dude.............
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
SHOULD THEY BE INVESTIGATED?
NO MORE WINE-TASTING PARTIES FOR ME, NO WAY, NO HOW...
ILLUSTRATION OF WINE-TASTING Party By R.L. Huffstutter,
Story by Velma Raye Doolittle
How in the hell am I always so damned lucky? That's what my first husband kept saying after he found out his favorite aunt died and left her fortune to his twin brother and not one damned cent to him. "Life sucks," he said as he vacuumed those little white ass things that fly all over hell when you blow on them, dandelions after they bloom. He hated dandelions with a passion once they turned into that stage. Sure, he was weird, a real nut, really, but he did like dandelions when they were like yellow flower things. But anyway, about his A-hole twin brother, Marty. Once Marty inherited all his aunt's money, he promised Arty, my first husband, that he would make sure he got his share of the fortune. That pleased Arty. Marty was the older of the two and he always looked up at his older brother. I mean, like the A-hole was four minutes older. Big deal, right? Not really. What an A-hole. I told Arty that he shouldn't count on the money until he had it in his hot little hands. Anyway, it is all history now. I mean, like it is over between Arty and I and the last I heard Marty had bought a vineyard up in the Sonoma Valley. Or maybe it was the Napa valley. His big kick in life was to bottle cheap wine, a wine that cost hardly nothing but tasted good. Both of the brothers had been raised by parents who had been winos. Seriously, I used to listed to their dad lay around and talk about how great life was back in the days when he could buy a fifth of Cold Duck for less than a dollar. Now he was one worthless and shiftless piece of crude, that dad of theirs. He too had once had money; he squandered it on a chain of trailer courts in the late 6Os. But that's another story. So, about wine-tasting parties, the whole essence of this writing? Why won't I go to any more of them? Right, you can't wait to find out, right? I mean like the suspense is killing you, huh?
ILLUSTRATION OF WINE-TASTING Party By R.L. Huffstutter,
Story by Velma Raye Doolittle
How in the hell am I always so damned lucky? That's what my first husband kept saying after he found out his favorite aunt died and left her fortune to his twin brother and not one damned cent to him. "Life sucks," he said as he vacuumed those little white ass things that fly all over hell when you blow on them, dandelions after they bloom. He hated dandelions with a passion once they turned into that stage. Sure, he was weird, a real nut, really, but he did like dandelions when they were like yellow flower things. But anyway, about his A-hole twin brother, Marty. Once Marty inherited all his aunt's money, he promised Arty, my first husband, that he would make sure he got his share of the fortune. That pleased Arty. Marty was the older of the two and he always looked up at his older brother. I mean, like the A-hole was four minutes older. Big deal, right? Not really. What an A-hole. I told Arty that he shouldn't count on the money until he had it in his hot little hands. Anyway, it is all history now. I mean, like it is over between Arty and I and the last I heard Marty had bought a vineyard up in the Sonoma Valley. Or maybe it was the Napa valley. His big kick in life was to bottle cheap wine, a wine that cost hardly nothing but tasted good. Both of the brothers had been raised by parents who had been winos. Seriously, I used to listed to their dad lay around and talk about how great life was back in the days when he could buy a fifth of Cold Duck for less than a dollar. Now he was one worthless and shiftless piece of crude, that dad of theirs. He too had once had money; he squandered it on a chain of trailer courts in the late 6Os. But that's another story. So, about wine-tasting parties, the whole essence of this writing? Why won't I go to any more of them? Right, you can't wait to find out, right? I mean like the suspense is killing you, huh?
Friday, June 26, 2009
Stillerman Grocery And Market
Stillerman Grocery And Market
Uploaded by billhm on 19 Mar 09, 8.23AM PDT.
Uploaded by billhm on 19 Mar 09, 8.23AM PDT.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
COPY of ORIGINAL ELVIS PRESLEY PHOTO (COPYRIGHTED BY RLH 09)
COPY of ORIGINAL ELVIS PRESLEY PHOTO (COPYRIGHTED BY RLH 09)
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter
ELVIS PRESLEY IN THE U.S. ARMY IN GERMANY, copy from original photo in my collection. Photo taken by cousin serving in U.S. Army in Germany while Elvis was serving tour in Germany.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
New York
THERE ARE LOTS OF GOOD SHORT STORIES THAT COULD BE WRITTEN ABOUT TAXIS. I MENTION THIS BECAUSE I SAW THIS EXCELLENT WORK OF ART BY ddhabicht........editor
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
dude!
I LIKE THIS. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, NEW MEXICO. I WAS ON A GREYHOUND. IT STOPPED FOR LUNCH. I WALKED OVER TO A LIQUOR STORE AND BOUGHT A PINT OF SEAGRAMS TO GET ME THROUGH TO LOS ANGELES. TIMES WERE DIFFERENT IN THE 60S. THERE WAS FREEDOM TO DRINK AND LAUGH AT THINGS WE SAW OUT THE BUS WINDOWS. THOSE WERE COOL DAYS, OF COURSE THE BUSES LOOKED DIFFERENT, BUT I RODE THE TRAINS MOST OF THE TIME, SO IT DIDN'T MATTER. WHAT MATTERS ANYWAY, REALLY? THAT I BOUGHT A PINT OF LIQUOR IN THE 60S. GET REAL, SELF. WE WILL BECOME AN ELEMENT SOMEDAY ANYWAY AND NEVER BE HEARD OF AGAIN. I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM GEORGE WASHINGTON, HAVE YOU? IN A WAYOUT MOOD THIS AM. ROB
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
INDUSTRIAL AREA, NKC, 1984
THERE HAS TO BE MORE TO THIS IMAGE THAN MEETS THE EYE. IF NOT, WHY IS A SINGLE PIECE OF ROLLING STOCK ISOLATED AND SIDETRACKED BY WHAT APPEARS TO BE AN ABANDONED ROW OF INDUSTRIAL SHOPS. YES, THERE IS A STORY HERE. SO, KEEP THIS IN MIND AND RETURN IN A FEW DAYS AND CHECK ON THE FICTION CREATED SURROUNDING THIS RAILROAD IMAGE....THANKS, ROB
Monday, May 11, 2009
January 20th, 2009
ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A NATION CALLED AMERICA, A PROUD NATION...but the ACLU began bugging the government to disclose their secrets.....
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
UNCLE ART'S SURPLUS LOT IN DENVER DETAIL C
STILL LIFE WITH CLAY POTS; ANOTHER VIEW OF UNCLE ART'S AUTO PARTS, HIGH ON A MOUNTAIN IN THE DENVER, COLORADO AREA. UNCLE ART AND HIS GIRLFRIEND HAD DECIDED TO TAKE A TRIP TOGETHER FAR FROM THEIR HOME IN LUDLOW, IOWA BACK IN THE EARLY 50S. THEIR 39 DESOTO BROKE DOWN IN MANITOU SPRINGS AND WHEN THEY COULD NOT GET ANYONE TO WESTERN UNION THEM THE MONEY FOR THE PARTS, THE TWO VOWED TO TURN THEIR BACK ON THE REST OF THE FAMILY AND MAKE IT ON THEIR OWN. BY THE MID 60S, ART AND MAXINE WERE MILLIONAIRES, HAVING BUILT ONE OF THE LARGEST SURPLUS AUTO PARTS AND JUNK YARD COMPLEXES WEST OF THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER. DURING THAT PERIOD OF TIME, NEARLY TWO MILLION AUTOMOBILES SAID GOODBYE TO THE HIGHWAYS AND RETIRED AT ART'S AUTO SURPLUS. EVENTUALLY, AS ONE CITY AFTER ANOTHER TRIED TO INCORPORATE DIFFERENT AREAS, ART'S TEN ACRES WERE SWALLOWED UP BY A SMALL CITY THAT REQUIRED HE INSTALL A BOARD FENCE AROUND THE ENTIRE JUNKYARD. TODAY, ON THE WEST SIDE OF DENVER, ONE CAN STILL SEE THE THOUSANDS OF AUTOS AS THEY GAIN ALTITUDE. THE FENCE HAS BEEN PAINTED BY WOULD-BE ARTISTS. ART SAYS THE SECRET OF HIS SUCCESS WAS THE LIFETIME GUARANTEE HE OFFERED ON HIS PARTS. HE OFFERED A LIFETIME GUARANTEE ON ALL ITEMS. IN THE BEGINNING, THE LG COST ONE DOLLAR. HE RAISED THE PRICE TO FIVE DOLLARS IN 1970. IN HIS SPARE TIME, ART ENJOYS READING PARTS CATALOGS AND HIS WIFE KNITS GLOVES
DOUBLE IMAGE WITH AUNT AND UNCLE
THIS IS A GHOST STORY TYPE OF PHOTOGRAPH. MORE THAN 50 YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THEY HAVE NOT AGED ONE DAY, NOR HAVE I.............................
Monday, April 27, 2009
EARL IS ATTACKED BY RARE BIRD OF AMAZON: EARL'S TREK TO AMAZON 1995
EARL IS ATTACKED BY RARE BIRD OF AMAZON: EARL'S TREK TO AMAZON 1995
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Friday, April 24, 2009
ONE OF KCMO FIRST SKYSCRAPERS
THE CASE OF THE SMILING FACE: A MYSTERY THAT HAS HAUNTED THIS VIEWER SINCE 1984 By R.L. Huffstutter
According to friends who viewed this photo over 20 years ago, there is a smiling face behind one of the windows. I have yet to find it. Perhaps somebody with special viewing equipment can locate it and blow it up to solve this smiling mystery.
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According to friends who viewed this photo over 20 years ago, there is a smiling face behind one of the windows. I have yet to find it. Perhaps somebody with special viewing equipment can locate it and blow it up to solve this smiling mystery.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
ONE VERY SAD GRADE SCHOOL PRINCIPAL
THIS IS A TRUE STORY BASED ON A TRUE EXPERIENCE
THE CASE OF THE MISSING NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE BY ROBERT L. HUFFSTUTTER
THIS MAGAZINE, THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, WAS LIKE FINDING GOLD WHENEVER I CAME ACROSS ONE. BACK IN THE 40S, WHEN I WAS IN GRADE SCHOOL'S EARLIEST GRADES, I RECALL TAKING ONE FROM A BUNDLE THAT WAS BOUND FOR A PAPER DRIVE AT OUR ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. I WAS THRILLED AS I VIEWED THE PHOTOS AND DID MY BEST TO PRONOUNCE ALL OF THE GEOGRAPHICAL WORDS. BEFORE THE DAY WAS OVER, I WAS CALLED TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. WHILE SITTING OUTSIDE HIS OFFICE I WONDERED WHAT I HAD DONE WRONG. I FOUND OUT WHEN HE CALLED ME INTO HIS OFFICE AND CALLED ME A THIEF. "YOU TOOK SOMETHING THAT DID NOT BELONG TO YOU," HE STATED.
THAT HAPPENED IN 1949; I WAS IN THE SECOND GRADE. I WAS DEVESTATED. I WAS A THIEF. THE PRINCIPAL TAUGHT ME A LESSON. ACTUALLY, HE TAUGHT ME TWO LESSONS. I LEARNED A VERY VALUABLE LESSON ABOUT RULES AND REGULATIONS, AN IMPORTANT LESSON, BUT THE LESSON THAT HAS REMAINED WITH ME DURING THE LAST SIXTY YEARS IS THAT THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD WHO HAVE NO INTEREST IN EDUCATING THE YOUNGER GENERATION; THEIR INTEREST IS RECEIVING A BIG PAYCHECK AND WEILDING AS MUCH POWER AS POSSIBLE. PEOPLE LIKE THAT PRINCIPAL DID NOT GIVE ONE RAT'S ASS ABOUT A YOUNG STUDENT OR THE EDUCATION OF THAT STUDENT. THE PRINCIPAL WAS, BY HIS MANNER AND ACCUSATION, INTERESTED ONLY IN FEELING GOOD ABOUT THWARTING A THEFT THAT MIGHT HAVE CUT THE SALES OF THE PAPER DRIVE BY ONE TENTH OF A CENT. HE WAS PROUD THAT HE HAD PERFORMED A CIVIC DUTY AT THE EXPENSE OF THE CURIOSITY OF A YOUNG BOY JUST EAGER TO BEGIN LEARNING ABOUT THE WORLD AND ALL OF LIFE'S ACTIVITIES.
YES, HE SERVED A GREAT PURPOSE IN MY LIFE. HE REMINDS ME OF SO MANY PEOPLE I HAVE MET DURING MY LIFETIME, PEOPLE WHO COULD HAVE MADE A POSITIVE DIFFERENCE IN THE LIVES OF MANY PEOPLE, OR A NATION, BUT INSTEAD CHOSE TO BOLSTER HIS OWN EGO AND IMPORTANCE BY HIGHLIGHTING MY LACK OF CHARACTER AND FLAWS. THESE PEOPLE, UNFORTUNATELY, HAVE MULTIPLIED GREATLY SINCE 1947.
THE CASE OF THE MISSING NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE BY ROBERT L. HUFFSTUTTER
THIS MAGAZINE, THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, WAS LIKE FINDING GOLD WHENEVER I CAME ACROSS ONE. BACK IN THE 40S, WHEN I WAS IN GRADE SCHOOL'S EARLIEST GRADES, I RECALL TAKING ONE FROM A BUNDLE THAT WAS BOUND FOR A PAPER DRIVE AT OUR ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. I WAS THRILLED AS I VIEWED THE PHOTOS AND DID MY BEST TO PRONOUNCE ALL OF THE GEOGRAPHICAL WORDS. BEFORE THE DAY WAS OVER, I WAS CALLED TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. WHILE SITTING OUTSIDE HIS OFFICE I WONDERED WHAT I HAD DONE WRONG. I FOUND OUT WHEN HE CALLED ME INTO HIS OFFICE AND CALLED ME A THIEF. "YOU TOOK SOMETHING THAT DID NOT BELONG TO YOU," HE STATED.
THAT HAPPENED IN 1949; I WAS IN THE SECOND GRADE. I WAS DEVESTATED. I WAS A THIEF. THE PRINCIPAL TAUGHT ME A LESSON. ACTUALLY, HE TAUGHT ME TWO LESSONS. I LEARNED A VERY VALUABLE LESSON ABOUT RULES AND REGULATIONS, AN IMPORTANT LESSON, BUT THE LESSON THAT HAS REMAINED WITH ME DURING THE LAST SIXTY YEARS IS THAT THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD WHO HAVE NO INTEREST IN EDUCATING THE YOUNGER GENERATION; THEIR INTEREST IS RECEIVING A BIG PAYCHECK AND WEILDING AS MUCH POWER AS POSSIBLE. PEOPLE LIKE THAT PRINCIPAL DID NOT GIVE ONE RAT'S ASS ABOUT A YOUNG STUDENT OR THE EDUCATION OF THAT STUDENT. THE PRINCIPAL WAS, BY HIS MANNER AND ACCUSATION, INTERESTED ONLY IN FEELING GOOD ABOUT THWARTING A THEFT THAT MIGHT HAVE CUT THE SALES OF THE PAPER DRIVE BY ONE TENTH OF A CENT. HE WAS PROUD THAT HE HAD PERFORMED A CIVIC DUTY AT THE EXPENSE OF THE CURIOSITY OF A YOUNG BOY JUST EAGER TO BEGIN LEARNING ABOUT THE WORLD AND ALL OF LIFE'S ACTIVITIES.
YES, HE SERVED A GREAT PURPOSE IN MY LIFE. HE REMINDS ME OF SO MANY PEOPLE I HAVE MET DURING MY LIFETIME, PEOPLE WHO COULD HAVE MADE A POSITIVE DIFFERENCE IN THE LIVES OF MANY PEOPLE, OR A NATION, BUT INSTEAD CHOSE TO BOLSTER HIS OWN EGO AND IMPORTANCE BY HIGHLIGHTING MY LACK OF CHARACTER AND FLAWS. THESE PEOPLE, UNFORTUNATELY, HAVE MULTIPLIED GREATLY SINCE 1947.
Monday, April 20, 2009
NAVAL AIR SQUADRONS: VQ-1
A MEMOIR OF MY TOUR OF DUTY IN VQ-1, THIS BROCURE WAS CREATED FOR A CHANGE OF COMMAND CEREMONY IN 1962. ONE C.O. (COMMANDING OFFICER) MOVES ON AND ADVANCES TO THE RANK OF CAPTAIN; THE NEW C.O. TAKES OVER COMMAND OF THE SQUADRON. THE PHOTO IS ONE OF A LOCKEED CONSTELLATION, fondly called Willy Victor; they are designated as WV in naval aircraft identification terms. The other type of aircraft employed by our squadron was the A3D Skywarriors, made by Douglas Aircraft Corporation. The squadron logo or patch hints not too subtly at the object or squadron mission. The missions of VQ squadrons pertained to all aspects of electronic warfare.
It was a great tour of duty. Because I had never flown on the Constellation when they were used by TWA for commercial use, my assignment to VQ-1 gave me the opportunity to fly on the Lockeed Constellation. Throughout my time in the Navy, one of the best flights I ever experienced was on a Constellation while I was on leave in the United States. The Connie flew from what was then Washington DC's Anacostia Naval Air Station to San Diego. It was a long and low altitude flight that afforded one continuous and glorious view of the continental United States beginning in Washington DC, continuing on down the east coast to Cherry Point MCAS and then onward west to San Diego. The flight included grand views of the midwest, some small southern Rocky areas and the Grand Canyon. A most memorable flight.
It was a great tour of duty. Because I had never flown on the Constellation when they were used by TWA for commercial use, my assignment to VQ-1 gave me the opportunity to fly on the Lockeed Constellation. Throughout my time in the Navy, one of the best flights I ever experienced was on a Constellation while I was on leave in the United States. The Connie flew from what was then Washington DC's Anacostia Naval Air Station to San Diego. It was a long and low altitude flight that afforded one continuous and glorious view of the continental United States beginning in Washington DC, continuing on down the east coast to Cherry Point MCAS and then onward west to San Diego. The flight included grand views of the midwest, some small southern Rocky areas and the Grand Canyon. A most memorable flight.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
HOTEL DROPDEAD: A WATERCOLOR
NO RESERVATIONS NEEDED AT THE DROPDEAD HOTEL...a short story by R.L.Huffstutter
YES, IT HAS BEEN AGES SINCE I STAYED HERE. I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WHEN I COULDN'T WAKE THE DESK CLERK. SEVERAL OF THE OLD GENTLEMEN IN THE LOBBY TOLD ME TO SIMPLY LEAVE MY MONEY ON THE DESK, THAT CLARENCE WAS IN A COMA OR "SOMETHING." SOMEWHAT INEBRIATED, I THOUGHT NO MORE ABOUT IT, LEFT A FIVE DOLLAR BILL AND HEADED TOWARD THE ELEVATOR. "AIN'T WORKED SINCE MR. WILLARD FELL DOWN THE SHAFT," A LOBBY GUEST WHISPERED. ONCE I REACHED MY ROOM, 420, I NOTICED THE DOOR WAS SLIGHTLY AJAR. THERE WAS A STRANGE AND SOMEWHAT UNIQUE AROMA THAT DRIFTED THROUGHOUT THE HALLWAY. I HEARD VOICES INSIDE THE ROOM AND PEERED INSIDE. NOT A SOUL, NARY THE SIGHT OF A LIVE BODY, OR A DEAD BODY, WAS VISIBLE. INVISIBLE? I WOULD NOT KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION UNTIL AROUND MIDNIGHT WHEN I HEARD THE FOOTFALLS IN THE HALLWAY.
YES, IT HAS BEEN AGES SINCE I STAYED HERE. I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WHEN I COULDN'T WAKE THE DESK CLERK. SEVERAL OF THE OLD GENTLEMEN IN THE LOBBY TOLD ME TO SIMPLY LEAVE MY MONEY ON THE DESK, THAT CLARENCE WAS IN A COMA OR "SOMETHING." SOMEWHAT INEBRIATED, I THOUGHT NO MORE ABOUT IT, LEFT A FIVE DOLLAR BILL AND HEADED TOWARD THE ELEVATOR. "AIN'T WORKED SINCE MR. WILLARD FELL DOWN THE SHAFT," A LOBBY GUEST WHISPERED. ONCE I REACHED MY ROOM, 420, I NOTICED THE DOOR WAS SLIGHTLY AJAR. THERE WAS A STRANGE AND SOMEWHAT UNIQUE AROMA THAT DRIFTED THROUGHOUT THE HALLWAY. I HEARD VOICES INSIDE THE ROOM AND PEERED INSIDE. NOT A SOUL, NARY THE SIGHT OF A LIVE BODY, OR A DEAD BODY, WAS VISIBLE. INVISIBLE? I WOULD NOT KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION UNTIL AROUND MIDNIGHT WHEN I HEARD THE FOOTFALLS IN THE HALLWAY.
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BY NOW, EVERYONE HAS HEARD OF MONSTOKAT, THE LATEST BEING SIGHTED IN AND AROUND THE GREAT NORTHWEST. THIS IS A RARE PHOTO OF MONSTOKAT. PRESENTLY, NEGOTIATION ARE IN THE PROCESS WITH ONE OF THE ENTERTAINMENT CORPORATIONS, SO THERE IS ONLY A LIMITED AMOUNT OF INFORMATION THAT CAN BE RELEASED. ONE THING IS CERTAIN, HOWEVER, AND THAT IS THAT THIS IS "NO JOKE OR PRANK." PLEASE RETURN TO KEEP ADVISED ON THE PROGRESS OF BOTH THE DOCUMENTARY AND POSSIBLY, UNFORTUNATELY, WHAT MIGHT BE TURNING INTO SOMEWHAT OF A HORROR TALE IF THE RECENT CAMPERS ARE TELLING THE TRUTH. FORTUNATELY, NO HARM HAS COME TO ANYONE; AND NO HARM HAS COME TO MONSTOKAT. LET US BELIEVE THAT ALL WILL REMAIN CALM DURING THIS TIME OF UNCERTAINTY. PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE MONSTOKAT. HARMING MONSTOKAT IN ANY WAY IS AGAINST THE LAW OF ALL THE TERRITORIES AND PROVIDENCES. ACCORDING TO ANIMAL BEHAVIOR AUTHORITIES, THE BEST ACTION TO TAKE IF ONE COMES INTO CLOSE CONTACT WITH MONSTOKAT IS TO REMAIN CALM. SUDDEN MOVEMENT COULD DISTURB THE BEING'S TRAIN OF THOUGHT. ONE IS ADVISED TO CARRY A BIT OF SOME TYPE OF CAT TREAT IF ONE VENTURES INTO MONSTOKAT'S DOMAIN. (TUNA AND/OR SALMON TREATS HAVE, ACCORDING TO ANATOLY MARKHAT, BEEN USED IN NOCTURNAL ENCOUNTERS AND SEEMED TO CALM THE CREATURE. PLEASE RETURN FOR MORE INFORMATION AS IT IS FILTERED THROUGH THE AGENCIES. EARL R. STONEBRIDGE.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
N.Y. Public Library on opening day (LOC)
N.Y. Public Library on opening day (LOC)
Bain News Service,, publisher.
N.Y. Public Library on opening day
Bain News Service,, publisher.
N.Y. Public Library on opening day
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
WHEN IKE WAS PRESIDENT, WASHINGTON DC, 1960
MEMORIES OF MY FIRST LEAVE (VACATION) IN THE U.S. NAVY
One of my first leaves in the U.S. Navy was taking advantage of free Military Air Transportation Service. It was a month of flying in and out of Naval Air Stations from Norfolk, Virginia to Anacostia in Washington DC. Scheduling details and creating my own itinerary was simple and easy. When there wasn't a plane available, there were buses and new personal contacts and friends to get me to wherever I wanted to go next. Sharing the spirit of freedom and the genuine fun of the 60s with new friends I met guaranteed interesting times; there were, new and different scenes like parties in Greewich Village, drinking ale at one of New York's oldest ale houses in Battery Park, McSorley's ale house. There was a bit of brief romance stirred by the music of the Peppermint Lounge. Central Park was a treat. The Empire State Bldg, Central Park and the subways were fun for an 18 year old who had never been further east than Toledo. There was the highlight of my visit to Lakehurst, New Jersey where an old and almost retired CPO gave me a personal tour of the dirgibles, the old blimps that were being phased out.That was a time of pure fun and provided me with some of my best memories of my first year in the U.S. Navy.
One of my first leaves in the U.S. Navy was taking advantage of free Military Air Transportation Service. It was a month of flying in and out of Naval Air Stations from Norfolk, Virginia to Anacostia in Washington DC. Scheduling details and creating my own itinerary was simple and easy. When there wasn't a plane available, there were buses and new personal contacts and friends to get me to wherever I wanted to go next. Sharing the spirit of freedom and the genuine fun of the 60s with new friends I met guaranteed interesting times; there were, new and different scenes like parties in Greewich Village, drinking ale at one of New York's oldest ale houses in Battery Park, McSorley's ale house. There was a bit of brief romance stirred by the music of the Peppermint Lounge. Central Park was a treat. The Empire State Bldg, Central Park and the subways were fun for an 18 year old who had never been further east than Toledo. There was the highlight of my visit to Lakehurst, New Jersey where an old and almost retired CPO gave me a personal tour of the dirgibles, the old blimps that were being phased out.That was a time of pure fun and provided me with some of my best memories of my first year in the U.S. Navy.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I always feel like sombody's watching me
THE SHADOW PEOPLE ARE BECOMING MORE AWARE OF OUR INTEREST IN THEM. PHOTO BY DARWIN BELL
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
sun behind us
THESE ARE THE SHADOW PEOPLE. THROUGH EXTENSIVE RESEARCH, I HAVE LOCATED TWO OF THE ORIGINALS AND WILL BE POSTING INTERVIEWS ABOUT THE LIFESTYLES OF SHADOW PEOPLE IN TODAY'S SOCIETY. PHOTO BY VAN 69
tilt
A PREMONITION ABOUT MOLD AND SHADOW PEOPLE
THERE IS A STORY SOMEWHERE WITHIN THIS ABANDONED BOAT. WHO KNOWS WHEN IT WILL APPEAR? ONLY THE SHADOW KNOWS, FOR SURE.* REALLY. HONESTLY. AND THAT REMINDS ME OF THE SHADOW PEOPLE ART BELL ONCE SPOKE ABOUT SO FREQUENTLY FROM HIS PLACE HIGH ON THE DESERT PLAINS OF NEVEDA.
IF THERE IS ANYONE, AND I REPEAT, ANYONE, WHO KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT THESE RUMORED PEOPLE THAT ARE SPOKEN OF SO FREQUENTLY ON ALL NIGHT RADIO PLEASE FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS. IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, PLEASE WRITE DOWN ALL THE DETAILS IN A NOTEBOOK WITH THE TIME AND DATE OF THE NOTES TAKEN, THE DAY OF THE WEEK, THE WEATHER, AND ALL PERTINENT INFORMATION YOU CAN RECALL. PLEASE LEAVE THE NOTEBOOK IN YOUR NIGHTSTAND ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF A GUEST BED IN THE UPSTAIRS OR BASEMENT.
FOR NOW, THIS IS ALL I CAN SAY ABOUT SHADOW PEOPLE. THE PHOTO WITH THE PORT HOLES HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS STORY ABOUT SHADOW PEOPLE, IT SIMPLY SERVED TO TRIGGER A THOUGHT THAT WAS TRYING TO ESCAPE MY MIND. SO, FOR THIS REASON, I AM GREATFUL FOR THE PHOTOSHOPPED PHOTO, YET I AM GROWING SOMEWHAT SUSPICIOUS. THE MORE I CONCENTRATE ON THIS PHOTO, THE MORE I BEGIN SEEING THINGS THROUGH THE PORTS.
THE PORT HOLES. THEY ARE LIKE EYES, YES, YES, EYES. AND THAT THE BOAT IS TILTED, NOT SLIGHTLY, BUT SOMEWHAT SEVERLY, I AM GROWING EVEN MORE WARY. WHAT IS THAT CRAP DOWN IN THE LEFT HAND CORNER ANYWAY?
THIS WHOLE SCENE IS BECOMING WEIRD. THAT WOOD, THAT ROTTING WOOD BENEATH THE THIRD PORT ON THE FAR RIGHT. DO YOU SMELL THE ROT OF THE WOOD? IS IT MOLD? TELL ME IT IS NOT MOLD!
PHOTO BY MISSIZ BEASLEY INSPIRATION BY ART BELL
*"Only the shadow knows..." was from the 1940s radio program, THE SHADOW
Monday, March 23, 2009
once upon a time ...
HE IS ON HIS WAY TO A DESTINATION WHERE HE WILL FIND MORE THAN A MILLION DOLLARS IN CASH IN THE BASEMENT OF AN ABANDONED BOOK STORE. WATCH FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY IN THE NEAR FUTURE.
THANKS TO Lo Li for permitting exhibit of her photograph.
THANKS TO Lo Li for permitting exhibit of her photograph.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Davenport, Iowa train station
Davenport, Iowa train station
Construction was completed on Davenport Union Station in 1924, a combined passenger station serving the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul Railroad; the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad; and the Davenport, Rock Island and Northwestern Railroad
THANKS TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER kla4067 for this photo. My uncle worked on the Milwaukee Road. He was a conductor on number 26 and Davenport was his layover before returning to Kansas CIty, Missouri. This photo rekindles some old memories. Until seeing this photo, the image was rather a blur in my memories.
Construction was completed on Davenport Union Station in 1924, a combined passenger station serving the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul Railroad; the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad; and the Davenport, Rock Island and Northwestern Railroad
THANKS TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER kla4067 for this photo. My uncle worked on the Milwaukee Road. He was a conductor on number 26 and Davenport was his layover before returning to Kansas CIty, Missouri. This photo rekindles some old memories. Until seeing this photo, the image was rather a blur in my memories.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Ghost of Summer Visitors
GHOST OF SUMMER VISITORS, THE WORST CHRISTMAS STORY YOU WILL EVER READ. ONLY THE STRONG SHOULD FOLLOW THIS PIECE OF FICTION...based on a true and genuine tale told time and again since 1928...
It was a bad idea. I told Uncle Walt who owned the only department store in Cenral City that having a Fairy Princess instead of a Santa in the main window wouldn't fly. People who love Christmas want to see fat Santas, not fairy princesses. But Walt was stubborn. As it turned out, I should have kept my mouth shut. Had I not tried to get him to find a fat Santa, there would be eight more people alive today. So, Walt relented and decided to do it both ways. A Santa and a Fairy. Sheila Pozek was the obvious princess, everyone agreed. She was the it girl. Santa? In Central City, there were no fat men. No, not one who could play the role. "So, we will run a classified for a Fat Santa," Uncle Walt decided. He ran the ad in the New York Times. Three weeks later, Central CIty was full of fat, short men with white hair and beards.
TO BE CONTINUED................
It was a bad idea. I told Uncle Walt who owned the only department store in Cenral City that having a Fairy Princess instead of a Santa in the main window wouldn't fly. People who love Christmas want to see fat Santas, not fairy princesses. But Walt was stubborn. As it turned out, I should have kept my mouth shut. Had I not tried to get him to find a fat Santa, there would be eight more people alive today. So, Walt relented and decided to do it both ways. A Santa and a Fairy. Sheila Pozek was the obvious princess, everyone agreed. She was the it girl. Santa? In Central City, there were no fat men. No, not one who could play the role. "So, we will run a classified for a Fat Santa," Uncle Walt decided. He ran the ad in the New York Times. Three weeks later, Central CIty was full of fat, short men with white hair and beards.
TO BE CONTINUED................
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THERE ARE MANY STORIES BENEATH THESE ROOFS AND BETWEEN THE BRANCHES OF THE TREES THAT WILL REMAIN SILENT FOREVER. THE ROOFS OF JAPAN, SO BEAUTIFUL, SO JOYFUL TO THE EYES, SO FULL OF CONTRADICTION IN ONE WAY AND ANOTHER. THE JAPANESE SOUL, SO QUIET AND POLITE, YET SO LOUD WITHIN THE MIND OF THE INDIVIDUAL. SO QUIET, ALWAYS SO QUIET, UNLESS IT IS SHARED BY MUTUAL AND POLITE AGREEMENT. THUS, WHEN THE BOWS ARE SEEN, SO PROPER AND SO CORRECT, THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THE TWO THAT IS FILLED WITH EVERY RAY OF THE RISING SUN, EVERY SOUND OF THE SAMISAN. A POEM BY R.L.HUFFSTUTTER
THIS 1950S PHOTO FROM WA7OEC...OUR THANKS TO BILL FOR PERMISSION TO POST HIS MANY PHOTOS FROM HIS TOUR OF DUTY IN THE U.S. AIR FORCE DURING THE 1950S.
THIS 1950S PHOTO FROM WA7OEC...OUR THANKS TO BILL FOR PERMISSION TO POST HIS MANY PHOTOS FROM HIS TOUR OF DUTY IN THE U.S. AIR FORCE DURING THE 1950S.
on his way to a train
THIS IMAGE MIGHT CAUSE ONE TO WONDER WHY THIS MAN IS IN A HURRY. IT MIGHT, AND THEN AGAIN, IT MIGHT NOT. ONLY THOSE WITH MORE THAN THE NORMAL AMOUNT OF CURIOSITY WILL REALLY GIVE A DAMN. PERHAPS HE NEEDS TO FIND A WC OR RESTROOM ASAP. PERHAPS NOT. WHATEVER, HE DID NOT LINGER LONG--HE IS ON HIS WAY. HE WANT OUT OF THE TOKYO METRO OR SUBWAY AS FAST AS HE CAN. NOW, I AM STARTING TO TELL THE STORY, SOMETHING I VOWED I WOULD NOT DO, DUE TO THE CURIOSITY FACTOR. IN A FEW SHORT MINUTES HE WILL EXIT INTO THE FRESH AIR OF THE LAST LIGHT OF DAY AND RUN LIKE HELL TO HIS APARTMENT BUILDING, A BUILDING NOBODY COULD FIND WITHOUT A DETAILED MAP. BUT ABE, LET'S ASSUME HIS NAME IS ABE, A FAIRLY COMMON NAME FOR A JAPANESE MALE. IF THERE WAS TIME, NOW WOULD BE THE TIME TO GET INTO FIRST NAMES OF JAPANESE MALES. BUT TIME IS RUNNING OUT. JUST AS ABE IS RUNNING TOWARD HIS SEMI-DELUXE 3RD STORY APARTMENT WITH A VIEW OF A SHUSHI SHOP AND AN ELDERLY WOMAN'S FOUR SQUARE FOOT OF SPACE SHE TENDS FOR BONSAI PLANTS. THE END OF THIS SHORT, SHORT STORY IS NEARING. AS ABE TURNS THE CORNER AND IS WITHIN FOUR FEET OF THE ENTRANCE TO HIS APT, HE IS SURPRISED TO FIND HIMSELF STARING INTO THE LARGE HEADLIGHTS OF A LOUD TRUCK RACING DOWN THE NARROW ALLEY. WITH A MOVE ABE LEARNED WHEN HE WAS SEVEN, HE ROTATED HIS BODY AND SLAMMED HIMSELF AGAINT THE CONCRETE BLOCKS OF HIS BLDG. AS THE UTILITY TRUCK PASSED, ABE HELD HIS BREATH. "THIS TOO WILL PASS" HE TOLD HIMSELF. AND IN THAT FROZEN MOMENT IN TIME, HE ASKED HIMSELF WHERE HE HAD LEARNED THAT THOUGHT. IT WAS NOT SOMETHING HE HAD LEARNED IN ZEN 101; IT WAS NOT PART OF HIS EXTENSIVE MATH COURSES. NO, HE REMEMBERED, IT WAS FROM A COMIC BOOK HE HAD PURCHASED FROM AN AMERICAN COLLECTOR WHO HAD BEEN GOING DOOR TO DOOR IN THE FALL OF 2007, A STRANGE SIGHT INDEED. ABE BROKE INTO A WIDE SMILE. THAT WAS FUNNY. HE REMEMBERED THE KID HAD RED HAIR AND SPOKE FLUENT JAPANESE. THAT WAS WHAT HAD INTRIQUED HIM. HE CHUCKLED. "WELL, I'LL BE DOGGONED," HE THOUGHT AS THE FUMES OF THE TRUCK'S EXHAUST TINGED HIS FACE. ONCE INSIDE THE CONFINES OF HIS APT, ABE CLICKED ONTO THE FOLLOWING WEBSITE:
http://worldzbestfotoz.blogspot.com/
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