Well, here it is, June, and my first chance to say Autumn will arrive in 102 days, but who's counting? I am.
I'm prowling the local Goodwills looking for a ladderback chair like this for my bathroom. And Eddie wants that little rocking chair, too.
Just so you don't get one confused with the O'Hoolahans' German Shepherd from down the street, this is what a coyote looks like.
You know the building, but not from this angle: it's a low look up to the Empire State Building.
They have bike paths along the waterways where the windmills are in the Netherlands.
It's tea for me, but I know a lot of people feel this way about the java.
These were everywhere a few years ago and now, nowhere. Wonderful Waterfuls!
Jocks and gym teachers (I know we're supposed to call them phys ed teachers) always loved Converse and they still do, but so do the Emo kids. Take a lap, son.
Buddy Holly's glasses were lost in the plane crash that killed him in 1959, and then found that spring when the snow melted in Iowa, then put in a file cabinet until 1980, at which point someone said, "Hey, would anyone be interested in seeing these?" Almost as much as the music, they defined the skinny rocker from Lubbock.
If you like those 50's movie with people running out of the house all dramatically, and combat flashbacks, and chance meetups between two guys who fought the war together, and a dyspeptic judge, this is the movie for you. It's a movie that asks a lot of questions and doesn't hang around to hear the answer.
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