...I journeyed eastward...through the ethereal mists of the fertile farmland...
...to the verdant valley of Constant Frustration...
...where once again I waged war against the unforgiving demigods of the golf underworld.
They're a nasty bunch, those demigods...
They're lighter and stiffer than my hickories from Louisville Golf, so I don't get as much distance with them...but I still had my share of "1 putt for par" chances.
And the weather was perfect...60's and sunny...a delightful stroll through the country.
In spite of their confident assurances, turns out the grautogallery folks couldn't sell Mr. T after all...and they had him for 4 full months.
Sorry guys...not impressed.
So now he's back and up for sale on Fakebook marketplace...again.
I told Karen if we can't sell him at the new reduced price then THAT'S IT...I don't want to hear any more about it...we're keeping him.
Time will tell...
Hated to part with these vintage beauties but it was time...and the couple who bought them are serious collectors so I know the TVs will be well maintained.
It's an odd circumstance but after a couple of years here we've gotten used to it.
All us mid century modern fans are interested in residential architecture and this home's shape, stone and glass are natural attractants apparently.
They were very nice ladies and at the end insisted we accept a bottle of wine from them...
Well Saturday morning I drove #2 son to the airport - he's relocating to Florida, just ahead of hurricane Dorian...
Come on, August 31 and it's in the 40's...does that sound like summer to you?
I'm not saying we won't have more warm days...I sure hope we do...but it's time to face reality:
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| me, dressed for fall, sorrowfully watching her go... |
You can feel the chemistry between the two stars in their scenes together and no wonder...in real life they were lovers and then husband and wife.
Theirs was a May / December union, almost literally...Bacall was born in September of 1924, but Bogart actually was born in December...the 25th no less, and 25 years prior, in 1899.
The movie itself is pretty good...rattles along nicely with crisp, clever dialog, and a satisfying conclusion.
But today it is perhaps most useful as a guidepost, a touchstone in Cinematic history from the Golden Age of Hollywood.
So pour yourself a rye whisky, break open a fresh pack of smokes, put your snub nose .38 revolver on the coffee table and enjoy a classic.
Afterwards, do yourself a favor and cue up Woody Allen's hilarious "Play It Again, Sam"...
...and marvel at the reincarnated Bogey in Allen's brilliantly neurotic sendup of that most famous of film noir classics, Casablanca.
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| confession time...all that work was worth it...the sitting area in our front yard IS better with the broken cement pavers. |
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| further proof Fall is approaching...one of the stores we visited had their (ok I admit it, electric) fireplace going...pretty nice one, too. |
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| that's what it looks like when the rain cascades off our new roof / scuppers now. |
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| that's just cool... |
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| ...and so is that. |
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| love the art deco look of this store front. |
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| a new resident in our lagoon, evidently. |
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| nightly dinner guests |
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| love the historic buildings we have as part of the downtown district. |
And that kind reader is a wrap for this edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe.
On this Labor Day weekend, please rest assured none of our writers...
...nor any missing, corrupt union officials...
In fact, trying to get the lazy good for nuthin's to actually DO something is our biggest challenge.
Well, that and trying to figure out who shot Mr. Burns...
later, mcm fans...
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