Thirty-eight years on, this piece from The New Yorker is republished.
Month: December 2018
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Fifty-Four: McFeely’s Hotel
See some Hotel McFeely history here at the Bygone Walla Walla blog!
And a Bygone Walla Walla page on McFeely’s Tavern.
(Note to self: Review McFeely's Tavern images from earlier in the week. 12/4/18/rDay1350)
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Fifty-Four
Meanders …
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Revisiting “Mad Dog Mansion” …
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Fifty-Three: Panasonic Man
And an HHR variant ...
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Fifty-Two: Addendum
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rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Fifty
To celebrate our 28th today, we start with a cold early morning three-mile hike along Mill Creek to Rooks Park.
Then in the late afternoon, we window shop and explore downtown’s back streets.
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Forty-Nine: Peopeomoxmox
From my third floor bathroom window, I have been able to look across the back parking lot to the City Hall on the left, Rose Street beyond and the plaza where Peopeomoxmox stands. Peopeomoxmox (aka Yellow Bird) was chief of the Walla Walla tribes before the arrival of Lewis and Clark around 1806. Here we see my bathroom 50mm view, contrasted by a cropped detail and finally a personal excursion across the street to the site itself for something a bit more up close.
And the rest of the day entailed the usual banalities …