Agreed. The better way to add length to the tube would have been at the end of the straightaway and toward the bell. As long as you can still work the tuning slide and remove it for cleaning.
I just realized… took me a while cos we don’t have them here…
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be a funny hat, but a humorous tea cozy. They go over a teapot, to keep the tea warm while it’s brewing.
A plain one was one of the first things I ever knitted, when I was taught to knit by our English neighbor moms in Libya. (We were stationed at Wheelus AFB in Tripoli, and about half the small apartment buildings on our short street had USAF families in them, and half RAF.)
I proudly gave my mother my slightly lopsided endeavor, and she said “What’s that?” She got at least two more as gifts while we lived there… but I don’t think she ever owned a teapot in her life.
Then again, a tea cozy would have slots for the real handle and spout to stick out, and I don’t think they could both be out of sight.
Not all tea cosies had the slots in them, and not all were knitted. The one I remember my parents having was heavy cloth, stuffed like a duvet/eiderdown, and went over the whole pot including the handle and spout.
Yes… I’ve seen that kind too.
But the ones I know about are quite loose, with room for all the parts inside.
In fact, I had one.. or I think I had one. Never used it. Part of a strange gift set a friend bought me to at a discount store cos she just couldn’t resist.
There were two or three covers, of different sizes… The largest, with no padding, I’m pretty sure was meant to go over the toaster. Two sizes of padded ones and an oven mitt… All matching. The whole set was labeled “Tea and Toast” with no explanation.
I should have said that a tight-fitting, knitted tea cozy, like this cap, would have to have slots.
They are sisters Florence and Susie Friermuth, notorious Prohibition era bootleggers, shown here in 1924.
They lived on a farm in Hampton Township, Minnesota… Florence, on the left, is only 15 here, and Susie is 19 or 20. They said they were just trying to keep the farm afloat in hard times.
This photo was on the front page of the Hampton Star…. some sites say it’s staged, after their arrest, with weapons supplied by the police or the photographer to make it dramatic.
It was “the” place for gossip, messages, art dealing and signing contracts, a favorite hangout for Picasso, Hemmingway, and other artists and writers, as far back as Gauguin, and on into the 1950s. They called themselves, or were referred to, as “Dômiers“.
Nowadays it’s a very high end fish and seafood restaurant, where lunch starts at about 40€… $45-ish… and goes up from there.
There should be black pudding and hash browns with the English breakfast.
I meet up with a friend once a month for a full English breakfast, we’ve been doing it for several years. The rest of the time I have porridge (Cooked on the hob as is tradition, no microwave stuff) and toast with butter and Marmite.
Yeah, I’m thinking many or most of these are special occasion breakfasts, or at least not what people eat when they first get up.
In Mexico and much of Europe, breakfast is actually coffee or tea, fruit and pastry. In fact, the word for breakfast in Spanish, desayuno, means just that.
They have up to 5 meals a day in Mexico. Later, maybe brunch time, that’s when they might have those huevos rancheros, or chilaquiles… it’s called almuerzo. Then the restaurants close!
They open again in the early afternoon for comida, the main meal of the day. (Later in the afternoon or early evening comes merienda, a snack, with cena, or dinner, a lighter meal around 8 or even later.) Not everybody eats all five.
As an American in a small town in Mexico, when you walk into a restaurant looking for eggs at 8am, they might politely make you some, but they think you’re crazy. And if you try to go out to “lunch” at noon, the restaurants are closed. Don’t ask me how I know!
Actually, it’s been years. In tourist-y places now, or big cities, you can probably get American style meals and meal times. But not in small towns back then.
I can remember waiting for a tiny restaurant to open for dinner, and finding out all they were serving was eggs, beans, and tortillas.
More creepy AI nonsense, presumably from the same puzzlemaker or team.
Besides the half person, Fred appears to have Dino’s tail… and WTH is he messing with on the sidewalk? What’s that under George Jetson?
The signs make no sense, things are melting into the wrong colors… and does either of those white bearded guys know that his twin is on the other bench?
I do think I see their signature sliver of the object, in this case the chick. At least, they’ll claim it’s the chick
Right here:
Between the tree and the back of the ice cream truck. It’s on the ground, but because of the perspective, it’s near the top corner of the truck.
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He has his camos on.
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It’s a Hobbit car!
LOL! Only thing wrong is the handle should be a knob in the middle <grin>!
See? Bag End Rolls Royce…
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Cool horn down in the corner. The loop in the lead pipe is, well, inventive. 
Agreed. The better way to add length to the tube would have been at the end of the straightaway and toward the bell. As long as you can still work the tuning slide and remove it for cleaning.
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Do you think maybe grandma knitted it for him?
Maybe he’s a pothead.
Come on… somebody spill the tea…
I just realized… took me a while cos we don’t have them here…
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be a funny hat, but a humorous tea cozy. They go over a teapot, to keep the tea warm while it’s brewing.
A plain one was one of the first things I ever knitted, when I was taught to knit by our English neighbor moms in Libya. (We were stationed at Wheelus AFB in Tripoli, and about half the small apartment buildings on our short street had USAF families in them, and half RAF.)
I proudly gave my mother my slightly lopsided endeavor, and she said “What’s that?” She got at least two more as gifts while we lived there… but I don’t think she ever owned a teapot in her life.
Then again, a tea cozy would have slots for the real handle and spout to stick out, and I don’t think they could both be out of sight.
Ok… um…. never mind.
Not all tea cosies had the slots in them, and not all were knitted. The one I remember my parents having was heavy cloth, stuffed like a duvet/eiderdown, and went over the whole pot including the handle and spout.
Yes… I’ve seen that kind too.
But the ones I know about are quite loose, with room for all the parts inside.
In fact, I had one.. or I think I had one. Never used it. Part of a strange gift set a friend bought me to at a discount store cos she just couldn’t resist.
There were two or three covers, of different sizes… The largest, with no padding, I’m pretty sure was meant to go over the toaster. Two sizes of padded ones and an oven mitt… All matching. The whole set was labeled “Tea and Toast” with no explanation.
I should have said that a tight-fitting, knitted tea cozy, like this cap, would have to have slots.
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Another bat-shirt crazy photog.
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Worn out, but not going to give up his ball!
,…
Moonshiners ?
Sounds like a good surmise.
Revenooers go home!
Yes!
They are sisters Florence and Susie Friermuth, notorious Prohibition era bootleggers, shown here in 1924.
They lived on a farm in Hampton Township, Minnesota… Florence, on the left, is only 15 here, and Susie is 19 or 20. They said they were just trying to keep the farm afloat in hard times.
This photo was on the front page of the Hampton Star…. some sites say it’s staged, after their arrest, with weapons supplied by the police or the photographer to make it dramatic.
They don’t look too upset about it, I have to say
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This is Le Café du Dôme, nicknamed Le Dôme, in Montparnasse, Paris. Opened in 1898, it was a gathering place for artists, writers and intellectuals, through WWII.
It was “the” place for gossip, messages, art dealing and signing contracts, a favorite hangout for Picasso, Hemmingway, and other artists and writers, as far back as Gauguin, and on into the 1950s. They called themselves, or were referred to, as “Dômiers“.
Nowadays it’s a very high end fish and seafood restaurant, where lunch starts at about 40€… $45-ish… and goes up from there.
,.,.
There should be black pudding and hash browns with the English breakfast.
I meet up with a friend once a month for a full English breakfast, we’ve been doing it for several years. The rest of the time I have porridge (Cooked on the hob as is tradition, no microwave stuff) and toast with butter and Marmite.
Yeah, I’m thinking many or most of these are special occasion breakfasts, or at least not what people eat when they first get up.
In Mexico and much of Europe, breakfast is actually coffee or tea, fruit and pastry. In fact, the word for breakfast in Spanish, desayuno, means just that.
They have up to 5 meals a day in Mexico. Later, maybe brunch time, that’s when they might have those huevos rancheros, or chilaquiles… it’s called almuerzo. Then the restaurants close!
They open again in the early afternoon for comida, the main meal of the day. (Later in the afternoon or early evening comes merienda, a snack, with cena, or dinner, a lighter meal around 8 or even later.) Not everybody eats all five.
As an American in a small town in Mexico, when you walk into a restaurant looking for eggs at 8am, they might politely make you some, but they think you’re crazy. And if you try to go out to “lunch” at noon, the restaurants are closed. Don’t ask me how I know!
Actually, it’s been years. In tourist-y places now, or big cities, you can probably get American style meals and meal times. But not in small towns back then.
I can remember waiting for a tiny restaurant to open for dinner, and finding out all they were serving was eggs, beans, and tortillas.
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I’m more concerned with where’s the top half of the kid in front of Wilma than I am in locating the chick and ice cream cone <grin>
Maybe that’s her half brother 😀
That’s gonna leave a stain.
And why has Fred Flintstone got Dino’s tail!
More creepy AI nonsense, presumably from the same puzzlemaker or team.
Besides the half person, Fred appears to have Dino’s tail… and WTH is he messing with on the sidewalk? What’s that under George Jetson?
The signs make no sense, things are melting into the wrong colors… and does either of those white bearded guys know that his twin is on the other bench?
I do think I see their signature sliver of the object, in this case the chick. At least, they’ll claim it’s the chick
Why does Fred have a tail?
I got it! Woo Hoo!
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Sure, Cleo! Hot sauce, jalapenos, load it up!
BUNNY!!!
Bunny!!
Mount Fuiji, Japan.
White-throated Sparrow.
Good night.