San Francisco, to be sure… I tried to search it to find the name of the street with the steps, but all anybody is saying is that it’s a picture of Pine St.
Yeah, thanks… that’s on the sign.
But Pine runs E/W near the bottom of Nob Hill…. pretty sure this is that area. The cable car runs on Hyde… Mason is big …I’m gonna say this is Taylor, maybe Leavenworth.
I did see the left-hand picture alone, dated 1954. The right-hand one is much more recent. Curb cuts, less greenery… and for scaredy cats like me, finally a rail for the steps.
I forget to mention it, but though it doesn’t look it, this is a very expensive, upscale place to live.
I doubt you’d find a condo for under a million dollars, and renting a small apartment is a few thousand a month, unless you have a few million to buy a house.
There are views of the City and the Bay from upper windows and from the top of the hill, and it’s near Union Square shopping, cable cars, and fancy hotels.
Oh, there are slums… not as ramshackle, maybe, as some places, but definitely slums…
Pretty much all farther south and downhill from places like Nob Hill.
The “Tenderloin” has always been full of winos and petty crime… I think it’s gotten better, cos of rising real estate prices… but it’s not great
South of market, though, you can find slums.
And there’s a huge homeless problem… Travel articles warn tourists to stay off Market Street, which is a main shopping street, not all upscale clothing stores but also regular people stores. Drug stores, movie theaters, etc. Bus and trolley stops, fast food outlets.
Now full of homeless people sleeping (and pooping) on the street, grabbing wallets… That’s really bad for San Francisco.
She’s beautiful… and familiar… I knew I should recognize her.
I kept staring at her…. and staring at her… till just when I’d given up on placing her, and I was about to do an image search, I realized…
that she’s…
Suzanne Pleshette.
I’d gotten used to seeing her a little bit older, as Bob Newhart’s wife on the first Bob Newhart Show.
I still had to search the image, to find out
it’s from….
the 1966 Disney movie… “The Ugly Daschund”.
I’ve never heard of it, but it was one of those bubbly movies Disney turned out, along with magical cars and basketballs and all that stuff, when I was young and arty, and of course not watching that sort of thing.
It also starts Dean Jones, who seems to have been in all of them.
I thought that was a very cruel title, though, for a movie about that cute little dog. But it’s actually about a great Dane pup who grows up thinking he’s a Daschund… so ok.
Newspaper “girl” with lovely hat… another New York City street vendor portrait from pioneering female photographer Alice Austen ca 1896.
BTW, a lot of her subjects were immigrants, who couldn’t get other jobs, often due to prejudice, or the inability to speak English, or some other bar to employment.
Some only owned one set of clothes, or lived in places where they had very limited access to bathing facilities, perpetrating the stereotype that immigrants were too dirty to work in a shop
Selling newspapers didn’t pay much… Usually they had to buy the papers first… 60¢ or so for 100, to sell for a penny each. A heavy rain or a slow news day could eat up the slim profit.
Some sold papers in their own neighborhoods in the languages they spoke… Most sold English language ones that they often couldn’t read or understand.
I’m not saying this newspaper seller falls into any of those categories… but she might. And whatever her life is like, you gotta admire the hat.
The hat could be what her buyers were looking for, an “identifier” they could recognize from a distance. Looks like she is in a train station, commuter station maybe, so it would be crowded, and having something visible above the bobbing heads might help.
She’s probably standing purposely near the advertising poster of the little girl in the big hat, as well…. a double beacon.
It’s probably a prime spot for newspapers… a busy station, selling to people either wanting to read a paper on the train, or wanting to take one home after work.
In tonight’s… er… today’s … puzzle, you get a glimpse of the fine neighborhood where the Cleo and Company headquarters is located.
There a guard at the door to keep out the wandering zombies… what they won’t tell you is that it also keeps out the riff-raff, ie, bill collectors, WordPress representatives, and any disgruntled readers of the strip.
Nighthawks has a fine office towards the back, as far as possible from the front door, and other employees are treated very well…. (I have to say that, or they won’t throw any scraps down to the little room I work in…. the one in the basement that I share with 37 captive cartoon characters.)
Don’t talk to that fellow in the window… he has nothing interesting to say.
Honestly, the cafeteria is… um.. . very nice, I hear.. but the toons enjoy visiting the food truck outside for something a little more upscale… I’m not allowed out to try it personally.
Things have been changing a little… you can see the differences in the photos below.
Thanks for the official solution, Susan.
For me today, it was hard to find the differences, I don’t understand why because they were certainly clear or large enough… Just another busy scene, I imagine!
For some reason, he looks like the perfect example of a bird out of an old bird book, like an Audubon book… or maybe one sitting near the fruit in a Victorian still life.
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My nose tells me that you ate all of the chocolate off first!
Um… well… yeah… I mean, chocolate isn’t good for you.
I was just ..um… I was just saving you.
Sacrificing myself for you… right, buddy?
Good on ya.
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I’m picturing Wile E. chasing the Roadrunner down this street…. even though they’re not usually in town, this looks like where they’d go.
…
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“News”, they call it?
I just saw this on the internet, so it must be true!
Before the internet there was checkout lane tabloid trash.
They’re still there.
I’d say maybe not as many stores display them, and they probably don’t sell as well as they did 30 years ago… but they haven’t changed much.
they have apparently have a niche of folks large enough to pay the bills.
The WWN!!! “Best GD newspaper on the planet” according to Tommy Lee Jones in MIB.
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San Francisco, to be sure… I tried to search it to find the name of the street with the steps, but all anybody is saying is that it’s a picture of Pine St.
Yeah, thanks… that’s on the sign.
But Pine runs E/W near the bottom of Nob Hill…. pretty sure this is that area. The cable car runs on Hyde… Mason is big …I’m gonna say this is Taylor, maybe Leavenworth.
I did see the left-hand picture alone, dated 1954. The right-hand one is much more recent. Curb cuts, less greenery… and for scaredy cats like me, finally a rail for the steps.
Otherwise not a lot has changed.
I forget to mention it, but though it doesn’t look it, this is a very expensive, upscale place to live.
I doubt you’d find a condo for under a million dollars, and renting a small apartment is a few thousand a month, unless you have a few million to buy a house.
There are views of the City and the Bay from upper windows and from the top of the hill, and it’s near Union Square shopping, cable cars, and fancy hotels.
can’t. imagine there’s slums in S.F. ..or am I being naive ?
Oh, there are slums… not as ramshackle, maybe, as some places, but definitely slums…
Pretty much all farther south and downhill from places like Nob Hill.
The “Tenderloin” has always been full of winos and petty crime… I think it’s gotten better, cos of rising real estate prices… but it’s not great
South of market, though, you can find slums.
And there’s a huge homeless problem… Travel articles warn tourists to stay off Market Street, which is a main shopping street, not all upscale clothing stores but also regular people stores. Drug stores, movie theaters, etc. Bus and trolley stops, fast food outlets.
Now full of homeless people sleeping (and pooping) on the street, grabbing wallets… That’s really bad for San Francisco.
I haven’t been there in years to see for myself.
It’s a very sensible parking arrangement for such a steep incline.
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If you need me, I’ll be… um… somewhere else.
I hope.
it reads Super cell over Nebraska
That can’t be good.
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Now Fluffy is immortal.
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She’s beautiful… and familiar… I knew I should recognize her.
I kept staring at her…. and staring at her… till just when I’d given up on placing her, and I was about to do an image search, I realized…
I’d gotten used to seeing her a little bit older, as Bob Newhart’s wife on the first Bob Newhart Show.
I still had to search the image, to find out
I’ve never heard of it, but it was one of those bubbly movies Disney turned out, along with magical cars and basketballs and all that stuff, when I was young and arty, and of course not watching that sort of thing.
It also starts Dean Jones, who seems to have been in all of them.
I thought that was a very cruel title, though, for a movie about that cute little dog. But it’s actually about a great Dane pup who grows up thinking he’s a Daschund… so ok.
They acted in lots of movies together.
“The Love Bug”, “That Darn Cat”, “Blackbeard’s Ghost” to name a few.
Yes… all Disney films.
She did several for them.
He was Disney’s go-to male lead, so pretty much whenever they hired.an sctress, it was to work with him.
Both were also in a lot of other things, but I don’t know whether they were ever paired outside Disney.
That dachshund isn’t ugly at all. Quite the contrary.
Yes, the title, as I said, refers to a great Dane.
stare at the black cross and eventually the pink dots disappear
At first nothing happened.
Then I realized I had to really work at ignoring my peripheral vision, also not letting my eyes steal momentary glances at the pink dots.
Finally it worked for a second, then they came back. My eyes are not obedient.
For me, the moving dot turned light green.
That’s a Go!
try it while driving on the freeway
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Newspaper “girl” with lovely hat… another New York City street vendor portrait from pioneering female photographer Alice Austen ca 1896.
BTW, a lot of her subjects were immigrants, who couldn’t get other jobs, often due to prejudice, or the inability to speak English, or some other bar to employment.
Some only owned one set of clothes, or lived in places where they had very limited access to bathing facilities, perpetrating the stereotype that immigrants were too dirty to work in a shop
Selling newspapers didn’t pay much… Usually they had to buy the papers first… 60¢ or so for 100, to sell for a penny each. A heavy rain or a slow news day could eat up the slim profit.
Some sold papers in their own neighborhoods in the languages they spoke… Most sold English language ones that they often couldn’t read or understand.
I’m not saying this newspaper seller falls into any of those categories… but she might. And whatever her life is like, you gotta admire the hat.
The hat could be what her buyers were looking for, an “identifier” they could recognize from a distance. Looks like she is in a train station, commuter station maybe, so it would be crowded, and having something visible above the bobbing heads might help.
Yes, I think so too.
She’s probably standing purposely near the advertising poster of the little girl in the big hat, as well…. a double beacon.
It’s probably a prime spot for newspapers… a busy station, selling to people either wanting to read a paper on the train, or wanting to take one home after work.
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Space is not a vacuum.
,.,
I do know that I sometimes miss things at night.
But for now, I think I’ve got them all.
Anybody?
Seems right. I can’t see any more.
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Summer Beach Houses, Nathan Benn – Salisbury Beach, Massachusetts, 1978
I would wonder if those are all still there.
In tonight’s… er… today’s … puzzle, you get a glimpse of the fine neighborhood where the Cleo and Company headquarters is located.
There a guard at the door to keep out the wandering zombies… what they won’t tell you is that it also keeps out the riff-raff, ie, bill collectors, WordPress representatives, and any disgruntled readers of the strip.
Nighthawks has a fine office towards the back, as far as possible from the front door, and other employees are treated very well…. (I have to say that, or they won’t throw any scraps down to the little room I work in…. the one in the basement that I share with 37 captive cartoon characters.)
Don’t talk to that fellow in the window… he has nothing interesting to say.
Honestly, the cafeteria is… um.. . very nice, I hear.. but the toons enjoy visiting the food truck outside for something a little more upscale… I’m not allowed out to try it personally.
Things have been changing a little… you can see the differences in the photos below.
Hopefully you see nine differences…..
Yes!
Thanks for the official solution, Susan.
For me today, it was hard to find the differences, I don’t understand why because they were certainly clear or large enough… Just another busy scene, I imagine!
And besides, in that neighborhood, you have to keep your eyes on what’s going on around you.
I’m sure it’s distracting. 😉
And you’re welcome!
British photographer Henry Pointer – 1872.
Hey Diddle Diddle
I’m waiting for the pic of the cow jumping over the moon.
As suitable a musical duo as I can imagine.
“Er, excuse me, but I ordered the herring”
Certainly not those wet green things!
Lazuli Bunting.
For some reason, he looks like the perfect example of a bird out of an old bird book, like an Audubon book… or maybe one sitting near the fruit in a Victorian still life.