Mostly walking through the downtown alleys with Charles The First.
rDay Six-Hundred-Thirty-Six
Month: December 2016
Suggested Reading for Some Annoying Neighbors
http://www.roadandtrack.com/car-culture/videos/a30249/why-you-shouldnt-warm-up-your-car/
And while we are on seasonal subjects …
rDay Six-Hundred-Thirty-Five
rDay Six-Hundred-Thirty-Four
Close to zero, smoke in the air …
ARCHIVES: Death Valley, Just A Few More
Bill reminds me tonight that we encountered snowfall as well as sandstorm on that venture.
December 1976
ARCHIVES: More Death Valley With Bill
From the December 1976 dregs. The distant landscapes were annotated as “death valley sandstorm”. Some slides have become discolored with age; will probably try converting to black & white.
Cahokia, The Lost City
“Cahokia was bigger than Paris—then it was completely abandoned.”
Although this pre-Columbian archaeological site beneath St. Louis has been known for quite some years, only recently is its vast size becoming clear.
Read about it here, and, of course, Google for more.
Words – Where Are They Used?
The great American word mapper, based on Twitter data analysis, shows us the relative regional popularity or frequency of some 100,000 American English words.
ARCHIVES: Jan, OOG
Sometime after sister Jan moved to California, she flew back to Iowa to gather up her left-behind Dodge Dart. I then flew to join her to help drive the thing back in about August 1976. Before we learned that the car’s gas gauge was faulty, we ran out of gas (OOG) on the road several miles from Las Vegas. Here we document the wait, around sunset, for roadside assistance.
ARCHIVES: Death Valley, Forty Years Ago
Starting to nibble around the edge of my old color slides. Not nearly as numerous as my black & white negatives, and stored in pretty much total disarray. Here is my phototog friend Bill, his truck, and friend Mike — the same crew that did Mexico — on a Death Valley weekend in December 1976. In discussing this with Bill yesterday, he recalled our terrified screaming as we hurtled down a twisty road with the the smell of brake fluid in our noses. And then we blew a head gasket. On another trip, a cylinder cracked in a snow storm near Mammoth.
