Back when the Beatles came along, it was considered hilarious for parents and others to disdain them and their "yeah yeah yeah" music. What's more, I have always been oddly fascinated by Mr Lodge, Veronica's father. He always wore a velvet smoking jacket and a silk ascot, and he always seemed to be saying, "Harrrrrumph!" But now I know who reminds me of Mr Lodge - the president's bête noire, Robt. Mueller, looks just like him.
Look at this sunset! It's an Enchanted evening in Olüdeniz, Turkey.
I'm stumped at this totem pole and I think you wood be too.
I always wonder about a person who can go to sleep at night, looking forward to another day of poaching elephant tusks and rhinoceros horns. But here's to those who figure out ways to stymie them!
This is an honor long overdue. Knighthood for Ringo Starr, henceforth known as Sir Richard Starkey.
As we have long suspected, operators of heavy machinery tend to have droll senses of humor.
This was taken during construction of the Golden Gate Bridge, in 1934. It proves once again that things built to last are built on strong foundations.
Now, THIS is one elaborate treehouse! Who wouldn't want to go hang around in there?
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