Leading off this week is this cool shot from down by the docks in Baltimore's Outer Harbor.
“Hey Boo Boo, let's go get us a pic-a-nic basket.” I guess Ranger Smith wasn't around to keep Yogi away from the apple stash; let's hope they left some for cider this fall!
A supermarket near us was so overstocked with paper towels and T.P, they were giving it away with every purchase a couple of weeks ago. Funny how things turn around. A year or so ago, people were cutting down trees to make their own, so slim was the supply. And when someone saw the Try 'N' Save stocking the Charmin, they'd text their friends and it would be gone by noon. And now sanitizer is going begging. Maybe figure out how to run your car on it?
I guess it makes sense, but I had not heard of indoor raspberries. I love raspberries. Why is this not growing in my den?
Time was when people had a job at one of the 5 shoe stores at the mall, and if you couldn't get off on a Saturday night to go to the big dance at the VFW, you'd just quit Hahn's and start work at Baker's on the following Monday. Then jobs got tighter and people hung onto them, and now, when the entire crew at a Burger King walks out because Wendy is paying 50 cents more per hour, the labor market is unbalanced. I don't know what to do about it. All I know is, no one is calling me to ask me to flip burgers.
How would you feel about living in Sameville? One advantage is that if you need a house repair, chances are it will be easy to find that color paint or shingle. One disadvantage is that you can't very well tell your good time party guests to look for the grey house with the red roof.
At first I thought this was some sort of joke, but when's the last time a Finn told you a joke? This is what they are doing in Finland these days, putting reflective paint on the antlers of reindeer so people can see them at night.
One way to tell if someone is from Baltimore: this time of year, they see this picture and their first thought is, where to go to get peach cake. The true Baltimore peach cake has been baked here since the late 19th century. It's not overly sweet and it uses yeast instead of baking powder and slices of beauties like these. Try Fenwick Bakery on Harford Rd.
Bob Dylan sang, "She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique." This is not that. It's a homemade
solar collector. These empty Cokes and Pepsis etc sit in the sun and store warmth for heating your home. You could call it canned heat.
If you want to know the reason why I am not about to get on a plane anytime soon, just ask Timmy and Lassie here. I mean, really.
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