Sunday, August 12, 2018

My New Favorite...

...antique ride...an Auburn Boattail Speedster...this one happens to be a replica of the 1935/36 classic.

Such a beautiful automobile, an art deco classic...and it figures prominently in my new novella...
...Crescent Moon Paradise...about 13,000 words in now, headed for 27,000 most likely.

Still liking this story, which of course has no meaning while the fever of creativity is still burning...it's only after it cools and some time passes that I'm able to gain some objectivity and make a judgment as to whether it's crap or not.  Strange but true...

Hickory golf has turned into more of a challenge than usual the last couple of weeks...
...and I don't really know why...I sorta think it has to do with my woods...always my weakest club, I seem to have forgotten what little I knew about how to hit them...and once I start struggling in one area it seems to bleed over to the rest of my game...next week I think I'm going to re-assume my secret identify of "iron man"...
...and revert back to "simple golf" for awhile...the point for me is to enjoy it, not keep score...and a well hit shot with my mashie is far more enjoyable than yet another blown shot with one of my woods.

A few more pics of life on the road landed in my inbox this week which can only mean it's time yet again for another installment of...

Rodger's Ramblings...             









And this was a busy week on the highways and byways for our nomadic friend...
...as he traveled to Philadelphia...
...Cincinnati...
...Louisville...
...Nashville...
...and most recently, Huntsville...and yep, that's our Saturn 1B rocket at the rest stop along route 31.

And of course many of those trips were there and back to Kalamazoo for the next load; then rinse and repeat again and again.

So that's 3,100+ miles and counting last week...these guys earn their money...think about your daily commute and how many bone headed things you see drivers do in their rush to get to / from work...then divide the miles you drive into 3,100 and think about your level of frustration and aggravation if you had to deal with that nonsense all day, every day.

That's why they call the professional truck drivers the Knights of the Road...keeping goods flowing from city to city and doing it reliably and safely day after day.

Had a couple of folks drive by our home very slowly last weekend then pull over and stop.  I was sitting out front enjoying the cool of the evening and they called out to me they were simply admiring our home...
...they were sisters, and one of them had driven by a couple of weeks ago so when her sister came to visit she told her "you've got to see this home".

They seemed sincere so I asked  them if they'd like Karen to give them a tour, which they happily accepted...turns out they're architecture fans and enjoyed seeing all the stone and glass and the half moon shape of our home.

As they were walking around the outside Karen showed them Mr. T in the garage and they commented their dad had been a chief engineer of design at Ford for many years...they were quite knowledgeable about car design in general.

This week we got a thank you card from them, a nice gesture that pegs them as from an era when common courtesy was actually common...classy folks.

So here's the mcm bed we've decided we need...
...love the copeland platform bed look and attached side tables.

later, mcm fans...

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