That pancake stack reminds me of a breakfast we each had at a WHITE SPOT Restaurant on Vancouver Island some years ago. During the meal we overheard nearby diners ordering a half order. My son actually ate his entire serving. I COULD barely finish 3 pancakes. Such a waste.
It looks like so long ago… Well, I suppose it was long ago to a lot of people…
But the picture looks even older, before my time, when it’s not. That neighborhood probably looks the same today.
I hope it’s still safe for the kids to play outside…. I have to say preferably not on fire escapes, but I’m sure they still do it, just like these kids did after their parents said not to.
I saw them in concert… I think it was the first concert, in fact, I ever went to, not counting, you know… school productions and such.
I had their album; so did everybody.
Thinking back on it, I’m surprised they appeared, at the height of their fame, at the very small venue where I saw them. Maybe it had been booked way ahead.
They had professional lighting, occasional turning blue or red, that made Mary’s very long blonde hair look like silk, and Paul seemed incredibly tall.
Combined with their heavenly voices, the whole thing felt other-worldly.
Just linking a CNN article on something that was posted last month concerning the Trump Administration taking down a long-standing display about slavery. Judge has ruled, to have it placed back:
When I hear “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, I have to remind myself that it’s not a cover, not an old Elvis song, or a 50s or 60s one that some teenage group did first back then.
Freddie Mercury wrote it, reportedly in 10 minutes, as a tribute to Elvis and to Cliff Richards. He plays guitar on it, though he said he could barely play, to give it the unpolished sound of those times.
You could almost believe it was Elvis, and not in a parody way… Not a lot of musicians could do that so well.
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Hey… It’s Mardi Gras! Lighten up!
Fat Tuesday. Lotsa treats lying around for good dogs!
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Pancake Tuesday!
I’ll have some, please. No syrup for me (don’t tell the Canadians.)
Awwww…
This Canadian thinks you are already sweet enough…
Blush… gawrsh..
That pancake stack reminds me of a breakfast we each had at a WHITE SPOT Restaurant on Vancouver Island some years ago. During the meal we overheard nearby diners ordering a half order. My son actually ate his entire serving. I COULD barely finish 3 pancakes. Such a waste.
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It looks like so long ago… Well, I suppose it was long ago to a lot of people…
But the picture looks even older, before my time, when it’s not. That neighborhood probably looks the same today.
I hope it’s still safe for the kids to play outside…. I have to say preferably not on fire escapes, but I’m sure they still do it, just like these kids did after their parents said not to.
There was still a lot of postwar housing going on in Vancouver in 1963. We played in the framing of the new houses just like this!
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That was one mean architect.
Can’t let it bother us though, or he (or she) wins.
“Measure twice, cut once…”
I’m assuming this is a design choice, not an error.
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photo credit Robert Vose for Look magazine.
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No F***’n way!
I can’t look at it for more than a few seconds without actually getting dizzy and queasy.
Those rungs would be very tiring on the feet. You’d need pretty thick soles or your arches would ache.
I wouldn’t have to worry about it, cos I’d faint long before my feet got tired… probably while trying to step onto the ladder.
Truth be told… unless it were at gunpoint, I’d never step onto the ladder in the first place, and maybe not then.
Hopefully, I’d be right down here on terra firma the whole time, and never even dream about such a thing.
Nope.
Well, hello there!
birdie birdie
in the sky
drop a load on our D.I.
What’s a D.I.? Google doesn’t know.
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Why I don’t go to family reunions anymore.
Okay, usually I Google’em… but not 25 at once!
But, just in case
all are different episodes
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Some of my faves! I had to pull off the highway and compose myself when the radio announced she’d died…
I saw them in concert… I think it was the first concert, in fact, I ever went to, not counting, you know… school productions and such.
I had their album; so did everybody.
Thinking back on it, I’m surprised they appeared, at the height of their fame, at the very small venue where I saw them. Maybe it had been booked way ahead.
They had professional lighting, occasional turning blue or red, that made Mary’s very long blonde hair look like silk, and Paul seemed incredibly tall.
Combined with their heavenly voices, the whole thing felt other-worldly.
I saw them at Britt in Jacksonville, OR in the nineties.
The concert I was talking about was….ulp….in… the sixties.
Been to Britt a few times. Mannheim Steamroller was the most recent…probably twenty years ago, maybe more. (Can’t afford it anymore.)
I was a kid when they did Puff.
I’ve been a fan all my life. 🙂
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they’d probably like to be going to the Nebraska city…..instead of the infamous beach
Didn’t either of them have a Mommy who told them not to play with fire?
They’re obviously missing a basic lesson… not to mention common sense.
see the cat with stripes?
Unbelievably, I do, in spite of my original um.. dubiousness. (I hope that’s a word.)
BTW the way he drew the kitties in hats, I thought we were going to be asked to find a bird.
Hey… you… in the third row… I’m sorry if we’re boring you.
Gotta go to sleep…. almost forgot…
Got her!
“Renault Vivasport, 1934” …. by French photographer Robert Doisneau.
Just linking a CNN article on something that was posted last month concerning the Trump Administration taking down a long-standing display about slavery. Judge has ruled, to have it placed back:
philadelphia-slavery-exhibits-judge-orders-return-orwell
Even us Canadians are watching these types of horrendous events. Glad to see some sanity be exhibited. Good judge!
. Happy Mardi Gras, mes amis…
And also… Almost forgot. They’re the same day this year….
Happy Year of the Horse!
My Little Pony?
A 1901 blonde sandstone tenement on University Avenue in the West End of Glasgow, Scotland.
A Red Billed Oxpecker.
Not gonna make bad joke…. Not gonna do it..
Nope… not gonna.
Pretty tame compared to the Caprimulgidae (Goat sucker and oil birds…)
Looks as if he’s fixing to peck that ox.
When I hear “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, I have to remind myself that it’s not a cover, not an old Elvis song, or a 50s or 60s one that some teenage group did first back then.
Freddie Mercury wrote it, reportedly in 10 minutes, as a tribute to Elvis and to Cliff Richards. He plays guitar on it, though he said he could barely play, to give it the unpolished sound of those times.
You could almost believe it was Elvis, and not in a parody way… Not a lot of musicians could do that so well.
You probably remember that Stelbel was a big fan also
She was the Queen…