Been there.
In slightly different form, that was my old Volare station wagon going up the looong hill out of Calistoga, CA, on the way from Lake County to Santa Rosa. (Happy³, you might know that road.)
It could do the steep, winding climb over the mountain, where the grades come in short bursts between flatter, curvy stretches.
But this one climb, much more shallow but neverending, made it start to lose power.
No matter what gear I tried, it would end up in 2nd… It was an automatic, so it would brook no discussion… and it didn’t give a fig about the impatient caravan it was leading.
25, 20, then 15 miles an hour, while I looked frantically for a rare turn-out.
And of course, if you pull over, at some point you have to get back in, fingers crossed there’s nobody coming up behind while you try to gain some speed.
Listening to the wheezing, feeling the fight draining from its transmission, made me start taking the long way home…
Three hours, starting with going north to get to the southbound freeway, instead of an hour and a half over the mountain…. Just to skip this one leg of the journey.
But the car repaid me by living another few years.
responded to my posting of that little blurb in the London “Daily Mail” about it being William Bligh’s birth date, .and my statement that that was the first time I had found out what happened to him.
I answered Susan on the 10th, and
— JP Steve
recommended Peter FitzSimons’ “Mutiny on the Bounty” to me in response to that answer.
I put it on hold at the library.
I finished reading it yesterday (by today’s strip date) and what a read it was.
While reading the later chapters, I had to set the book down every few pages to let settle the violent and/or horrific events chronicled (all occurred years after the mutiny).
Fitzsimons’ book is written almost like a novel but as JP said it is very well researched.
I have formed the opinion that Bligh’s personality and character, he wasn’t above taking credit for others’ work and he definitely took two cheeses that didn’t belong to him, was the cause of his own misfortunes, but he was definitely a skilled seaman and mapmaker and his skills and bravery were recognized by Lord Nelson after the battle of Copenhagen. If you have any notion you want to know more than Bligh-is-the-villain-and-Christian-is-the-saint about the mutiny, I heartily endorse JP’s recommendation to me and pass it on to you (Susan, despite all your other reading, I think you would like this book too).
My uncle was a butcher in a Safeway for many years. We called him Grandpa, because he and my aunt raised my dad after his mother died when he was 14. That was about 7 years before Pearl Harbor. I suspect that we used to eat a lot more meat than some other families. Quail, venison, trout, even bear once, because he was an avid hunter and fisherman as well.
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It’s shrink wrap! A nice warm bath will have it fitting snugly…
Oh, but you shouldn’t put velvet in hot water!
Room to grow.
It’s a shame he looks so self-conscious and ill-at-ease.
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Can’t be my back yard — the leaves aren’t deep enough.
You’ve heard of the “red carpet” treatment. This is the “next range of colors of the rainbow” carpet treatment.
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In this instance, we don’t know who “performed” his job last. We may surmise it is door handle-guy, but you can’t prove it from here.
It looks like it was a fire escape door, installed without a pull handle (exit only). Then a change of usage or ordinance necessitated the addition.
Good placement if you only want to be able to unlock it from the inside.
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AI in 1958?
By a different name. It’s been fodder for SF from the beginning.
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Captured the eyes perfectly. ☺
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Thought it was, thanks for the confirmation.
Much of that is too well defined to have been hand-painted. I would suspect stencils or something of that nature.
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This one belongs on the “Gasoline Alley Cats” Facebook page! (Avery leading, Skeezix and Nina trailing)
What do you want to bet that the guy driving the lead car is wearing a hat?
Of course, so is the guy driving the trailing car ..
Been there.
In slightly different form, that was my old Volare station wagon going up the looong hill out of Calistoga, CA, on the way from Lake County to Santa Rosa. (Happy³, you might know that road.)
It could do the steep, winding climb over the mountain, where the grades come in short bursts between flatter, curvy stretches.
But this one climb, much more shallow but neverending, made it start to lose power.
No matter what gear I tried, it would end up in 2nd… It was an automatic, so it would brook no discussion… and it didn’t give a fig about the impatient caravan it was leading.
25, 20, then 15 miles an hour, while I looked frantically for a rare turn-out.
And of course, if you pull over, at some point you have to get back in, fingers crossed there’s nobody coming up behind while you try to gain some speed.
Listening to the wheezing, feeling the fight draining from its transmission, made me start taking the long way home…
Three hours, starting with going north to get to the southbound freeway, instead of an hour and a half over the mountain…. Just to skip this one leg of the journey.
But the car repaid me by living another few years.
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“Another Coelocanth for Dr. Latimer…”
You don’t think it really is one, do you?
Sniffle.
Sorry, wrong tail…
Good!
“The Old Man and the Road”
I kinda think it’s a young woman.
Might be.
You wouldn’t believe me when I told you, “It was THAT big!” OK, here’s your proof!
Again?
With ya there, even if I am American.
I guessed him, but had to look her up.
I’m going with
I can think of one other movie where these two played prominent roles.
anyone?
“The Great Race” – one of my all-time favorite movies, home of the biggest pie battle ever…
push the button, Max!
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Down to the sixth row.
Five from the left.
That’s the one I found. I found it pretty quickly too.
Just one? Got it right away!
“un genio”? I doubt it. There are multiples. BTW, does that make them “M and M’s?”
Yer both right, of course… And I see two more, in my first pass.
The person who designed this puzzle, and believes that merely seeing an M makes you or him\her a genius is obviously not one…
And might even be two sandwiches short of a picnic.
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“OMG that’s awful! Did they escape?”
A real live Disney face.
“That… That was the last can!?!?”
Back to September 9 and 10 when on the 9th
responded to my posting of that little blurb in the London “Daily Mail” about it being William Bligh’s birth date, .and my statement that that was the first time I had found out what happened to him.
I answered Susan on the 10th, and
recommended Peter FitzSimons’ “Mutiny on the Bounty” to me in response to that answer.
I put it on hold at the library.
I finished reading it yesterday (by today’s strip date) and what a read it was.
While reading the later chapters, I had to set the book down every few pages to let settle the violent and/or horrific events chronicled (all occurred years after the mutiny).
Fitzsimons’ book is written almost like a novel but as JP said it is very well researched.
I have formed the opinion that Bligh’s personality and character, he wasn’t above taking credit for others’ work and he definitely took two cheeses that didn’t belong to him, was the cause of his own misfortunes, but he was definitely a skilled seaman and mapmaker and his skills and bravery were recognized by Lord Nelson after the battle of Copenhagen. If you have any notion you want to know more than Bligh-is-the-villain-and-Christian-is-the-saint about the mutiny, I heartily endorse JP’s recommendation to me and pass it on to you (Susan, despite all your other reading, I think you would like this book too).
William Bligh’s grave (that’s a bread fruit tree adorning it).
A video of Pitcairn Island (music chosen is terrible, shut down your sound).
I was taken to see the grave on a visit in 1969
Thank you. I fully agree with your assessment of the man.
Oh my goodness…. amigos y amigas de Cleo… Don Doggo de Basset is already sorely tempted to show his other self..
Will he sooner than expected have to become Perro™?!
Now that he has actually arrived on the scene, and gotten a small taste of what is happening…
the saga begins in earnest!
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The sight of a sweet, defenseless female being bullied by the merciless henchmen of El Comandante Slurez has stirred him.
Is his wagging tail a symbol of great control, the sign of a consummate actor, as his friend Fernando appears to believe…
or might it be an unconscious and possibly dangerous “tell”?
Whether or not he is tipping his hand… or his paw…
we in the audience know that the desire for action is rising in his canine breast.
He may be managing to hide it from El Comandante…
But I think we shall soon see him in another role!
Safeway supermarket in 1965
My uncle was a butcher in a Safeway for many years. We called him Grandpa, because he and my aunt raised my dad after his mother died when he was 14. That was about 7 years before Pearl Harbor. I suspect that we used to eat a lot more meat than some other families. Quail, venison, trout, even bear once, because he was an avid hunter and fisherman as well.
It was good of uncle/”grandpa” to step up like that. I know of families where that has not been the case.