Wednesday, October 31, 2018

The Big Day...

the Jolly Roger announced we were open for business...
...has come and gone...and we finally had good weather on a Halloween night...gave away 85 treat bags / boxes...each one filled with candy / toys and a gospel tract.

That's a dozen or so more than last year...happy about that.

Here are your hosts for the evening...

...along with a beautiful vampiress who stopped in for a bite...
...and my grandson who apparently is now some kind of rock and roll legend...

We had lots of happy faces and positive comments about all the decor...
the driver is a VERY old friend of mine...
...so we posed for pics...

...both of us have arrived at that age where we look better in the dark from a distance...

...there was the walk of fear...
...which included our zombie friend...

...found this guy climbing out of our Black Lagoon...
...and this guy hanging out in the courtyard...keeping time with a haunted clock...
...the harmonica playing skeleton was a hit...

...and Jack Skellington functioned as our greeter...


...while Mr. Bolts was his usual welcoming self...


Franky was spotted roaming here...

...there...
...and everywhere...
...and we bid a fond farewell to All Hallows E'en for another year...

Safe to say a good time was had by all.

I'm exhausted.

As a famous frog once opined, it's not easy being green.

Or formerly deceased for that matter.

Time for bed...

later, mcm fans...

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Sunday, October 28, 2018

A Mi'racle...

...on # 4...chipped in for a par 5.

That's pronounced "my-ra-cull" by the way...it's a contraction of "minor miracle"...not one of the big ones, but still unusual enough the make the cut.

My usual plan when golfing is to try to be on the green with a chance to 1 putt for par.

I can sometimes do a little better than that on par 3's, occasionally hit my goal on par 4's.

Then there are those loooong par 5's...

In general I agree with Brookins and MacNelly's "Shoe" when it comes to them...

...but this time things were actually going along pretty well...after a decent tee shot with my brassie and 2 nice mashies, I was hitting 4 and only 100 yards away from the green.

That's too long for my niblick, but not a full mashie either...so I had to swing about 3/4 speed and ended up leaving it a little bit short of the green.

Apparently that was the exact moment all the stars aligned...
...and voila, I actually parred a 500 yard par 5 with my hickories.

I am hereby and officially retiring from golf since it's obvious I've hit the pinnacle of my career and there's nowhere to go but down from here.

Well, retiring until the next time I decide to punish myself with another 9, that is.

The fact that you have to plow through renditions like the above is really Karen's fault.

When I come home from the links I try to regale her with a fascinating retelling of my exploits but she's having none of it.

I usually end up chasing her around...

...shouting out random golf phrases...

"...and then a short niblick to the green left me 2 feet from the cup for a gimme!"

...while she covers her ears and sings snippets of polka songs...

"Roll out the barrel!  We'll have a barrel of fun!"

...to drown out whatever it is I'm trying to yell at her.

Can you believe that?

Scandalous.

All Hallows E'en is fast approaching and we added a new inflatable to our front yard...
...and a closer look...
Think I like this one best...left to right we've got a black cat, a ghost pumpkin (The Mummy would have been better), Franky (always my fave), some kind of purple bugaboo, a jack'o'lantern, and Count Dracula...pretty nice job covering most of the essentials.

And of course I've resurrected the star of the big day...the one and only, the incomparable, the tall, formerly deceased science experiment we all know and love...
...Mr. Bolts...wouldn't be Halloween without him.

Last night we watched "Benjamin Button" again...
...a  truly wonderful movie, based on F. Scott Fitzgerald's short story.

This is one of those rare movies that takes an unusual short story and vastly improves it, fleshing it out in ways the original author wishes he'd thought to...it's spectacular, cinema at its best.

You have to be over a certain age and of a certain mindset to appreciate it...but assuming you have the breadth of life experience and depth of personal character required, watching this will be a fabulous experience for you.

If you actually watch this movie without shedding a few tears you should check your pulse since you've obviously died and simply haven't realized it yet...but don't worry, the people around you know.

Reminds me I should visit New Orleans again.

Continuing to make some progress on PMT: The Amateur, though it's slow going at the moment.  There are couple of plot twists I'm wrangling with and haven't quite figgered 'em out yet.

And that, dear readers, catches you up on all the big doin's around the Atomic Monster Cafe and so I shall take my leave and exit gracefully, stage right...

later, mcm fans...

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Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Full Moon...

...in the treetops...which made it a perfect night to watch...
...The Bride of Frankenstein!

This is the highly touted sequel to the blockbuster original...and common wisdom says it's one of the very few sequels that's actually better than the original.

I beg to differ.

Yes, it did a great job of furthering the story, moved along briskly, and definitely added more depth to the legend of "the most misunderstood monster in history"...
...but you just can't beat the original...it was fresh, new, and in the cultural context of its time - in 1931 "talkies" were still the new and exciting development in the movie industry - it was groundbreaking cinema.

Four years later in 1935 The Bride definitely moved the ball forward, but did not surpass the original in my humble opinion.
the real Franky and his Bride...
But either way, it's definitely worth a look...your cinematic education is not complete without it...

Was a gorgeous sunny afternoon yesterday when I got home from work, so with Karen's blessing...

(K:"What?  Golfing again??  O sure!  Go ahead, see if I care!  I'll just be here slaving away as usual while you're off playing!"

Me: "Really?  Thanks, dear!  See you in a bit!")

...I hit the links for an enjoyable 9...

...did neither great nor terrible...parred both par 3s, putted fairly well, and hit a few really nice shots to go with a few really bad shots...but it was fabulous to be out in the beautiful fall weather...more so because I know it won't be here very much longer.

As much as anything I just enjoy swinging my 1930's era hickories...not exactly sure why, but on some level it's tied up with my love of history and my tendency to imagine what it was like back then.

Can't help but wonder who it was 80 plus years ago that reached for his/my mashie when he was 130 yards away from the green...
...what part of the country was he in?  Did he play in a foursome or walk the course alone like I do?  Was he a talented player or a duffer like me?  When he was done, did he climb in his Model T or Model A and drive home to his wife and kids?  What did he do for work the next day?

There was a life back then that used these clubs like I do now, and when I hold them in my hands I can't help but feel connected in some way to an earlier era.

Plus it's satisfying to use "old technology" and achieve similar results as folks using "current technology".

Not exactly like John Henry racing against the steam powered steel driving machine and winning...
statue of John Henry at Great Bend Tunnel in West Virginia where his race against a steam powered machine ended with his magnificent triumph...and death...
...but not altogether different, either...

Progress continues on preparation for the big night...
...that's a treat bag and typical contents...candy, a toy or two, and a gospel tract, all inside a cool bag or box...
...40 of them so far...a little less than halfway through.  Gave away 70 or so last year...don't know what to expect this year but don't want to run out.  One week away from the Halloween surprise...

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Saturday, October 20, 2018

Preparations Continue...

...for All Hallows E'en...we were going to wait til next weekend...really...but it was such a nice day we figured we should take advantage of the good weather while we've got it.

A night time view...
a happy pumpkin patch...
...and a gaggle of giddy ghosts...
...and inside our courtyard...
...which is where the trick or treaters will be coming for their treats this year.

Believe it or not, that was Karen's idea...we've got more to do but this was a pretty good start.

And continuing in the spirit of the season, Karen and I watched the original 1931 Frankenstein last night...
Karen had never seen it before and it helped her "get" some of the gags in the Young Frankenstein movie made by Mel Brooks back in the 70's.

I'll probably watch a few more...The Wolfman, The Mummy, Dracula...but probably can't coerce Karen into sitting through those classics.

Had one day during this past week that was forecast to be sunny and low 50's, so I took the afternoon off to hit the links...
...no, I did not travel internationally to play 9, just kinda like that vintage ad.

Went to my usual haunt and played very well...parred both par 3 holes and actually birdied the par 4 #7, notable mainly bc 1) I rarely card a birdie and 2) #7 has a significant water hazard.

Seldom happens but this time it did...tee shot of 175 yards right down the center of the fairway, then hit a solid mashie onto the green...20 feet away but even with the pin.

Every green slopes on this course so I had to angle above the hole and hope for it to come back down...which, in a stunning real world proof that miracles do still happen, I gauged exactly right...ball dropped in the center of the cup for a birdie.

Naturally I tipped my cap to the non-existent crowd...
...with apologies to Tom Watson...
...and casually sauntered off the green as if that was a typical hole for me.

Sadly I've heard "my" course is closing...sold to a contractor who will turn it into a neighborhood...so I'm on the hunt for somewhere else to inflict my particular brand of golfing incompetence...checked out The Links at Rolling Meadows...
...a short 9 hole par 3 course not far from where I live...but two of the holes are within a circle of condos, which makes me wonder who's responsible for broken windows??
1st hole
9th hole
Gotta believe - unless only pros play there - that an occasional hook or slice does some damage now and then.

Not to mention being on stage for both of those holes...not sure I'm up for the scrutiny of my questionable golf skills.

Slowed down a bit on Papa's Model T: The Amateur...
...got bogged down in some research of coal mining and farming in the 20's in Pennsylvania, but I think I'm ready to get back at it...hope to be at 14,000 or 15,000 words by Sunday night.

Didn't have a dog in this hunt, but I guess it's hail to the victors today...
...go Michigan?

Meh...whatever...

later, mcm fans...

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