It's doubtful that anyone under 50 will know what's being touted in these ads. Fellow seniors, how many of these slogans or key phrases can you ID, name the product and the brand?
1. A little dab'll do ya.
2. Still using that greasy kid stuff?
3. LS/MFT
4. See the USA in your.....
5. I can't believe I ate the whole thing.
6. I'd walk a mile for a .....
7. The cure for tired blood.
8. Have you ever wondered how the man who drives a snowplow drives to the snowplow?
9. 99 and 44/100 percent pure.
10. We really move our tail for you.
11. Don't be a paleface.
12. Ladies, please don't squeeze the .....
13. From the land of sky blue waters
14. Don't you wish everybody did?
15. Finger lickin' good.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Church Rock, NM
Although surrounded by Indians last night, we escaped un-scalped. Don't think any self respecting brave would want my scalp anyway. What would he do with it, polish it up and use it as a mirror?
Besides a large campground, Red Rock Park has a huge rodeo complex, a museum and a convention center. Above shot shows just some of the hundreds of sheltered horse stalls.
The vehicle entrance to the rodeo grounds. Gotta have vehicle access so they can haul off the wounded cowboys/girls and horse shit. I assume they also have motorized equipment to smooth out the dirt in the arena.
The rodeo grounds and bleachers. The place was all locked up yesterday morning when I was on my photo hike, couldn't get inside so found this picture online. Beautiful setting, huh?
Church Rock
Red rock, red dogs, white woman.
Pix were taken at Red Rock Park, 10 miles east of Gallup. Stayed there one night, en route to Santa Fe from Flagstaff. It's Navajo country but the natives weren't restless, no war parties, no random rogue rapers or scalpers.
Besides a large campground, Red Rock Park has a huge rodeo complex, a museum and a convention center. Above shot shows just some of the hundreds of sheltered horse stalls.
The vehicle entrance to the rodeo grounds. Gotta have vehicle access so they can haul off the wounded cowboys/girls and horse shit. I assume they also have motorized equipment to smooth out the dirt in the arena.
The rodeo grounds and bleachers. The place was all locked up yesterday morning when I was on my photo hike, couldn't get inside so found this picture online. Beautiful setting, huh?
Friday, June 12, 2015
Riordan Mansion
Tim, Mike and Matt, the brothers Riordan, came to Flagstaff from Chicago in the late 1800s. Smart, industrious guys they were and it didn't take them long to become wealthy timber maggots.* Tim and Mike married sisters (no, not their own sisters) and had a duplex designed and built to house their 2 families in 1904. The architect was Charles Whittlesley, same guy that designed the El Tovar Hotel on the south rim of the Grand Canyon.
Above and below views show the back of the mansion. The floor plans of the two sides were virtually identical, initially. A second story sleeping porch was later added to the left side home, as seen below.
This was not yo mama's duplex. Uh, uh. This little puppy had 13,000 SF: 6K SF for each family, plus 1K SF in a central, 1-story common area/game room.
It appears the place was built of logs but it wasn't, except for the framework. Slab cuts of logs, flat on one side, curved on the other, were used as siding, with planks underneath. Slabs were typically burned as waste products at their lumber mill.
The structure is truly a modern marvel, had electricity, several bathrooms, central heating, 3-story laundry chutes, skylights that opened for ventilation, numerous other clever, innovative features. This is 1904, remember. We didn't get indoor plumbing in my childhood home until the early 50s, electricity in the late 40s.
We thoroughly enjoyed our Mansion tour. Check it out next time you're in Flagstaff.
* Not a typo, it's a nod to the Smothers Brothers.
Above and below views show the back of the mansion. The floor plans of the two sides were virtually identical, initially. A second story sleeping porch was later added to the left side home, as seen below.
This was not yo mama's duplex. Uh, uh. This little puppy had 13,000 SF: 6K SF for each family, plus 1K SF in a central, 1-story common area/game room.
It appears the place was built of logs but it wasn't, except for the framework. Slab cuts of logs, flat on one side, curved on the other, were used as siding, with planks underneath. Slabs were typically burned as waste products at their lumber mill.
Above and below are frontal views.
Above: close up view of the entry to the front yard and common area.
Below: main entrance to the eastern half of the duplex.
The structure is truly a modern marvel, had electricity, several bathrooms, central heating, 3-story laundry chutes, skylights that opened for ventilation, numerous other clever, innovative features. This is 1904, remember. We didn't get indoor plumbing in my childhood home until the early 50s, electricity in the late 40s.
We thoroughly enjoyed our Mansion tour. Check it out next time you're in Flagstaff.
* Not a typo, it's a nod to the Smothers Brothers.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Arizona Snowbowl
Our first stop is Flagstaff for 4 nights, staying at Woody Mt Campground a few miles west of town.
Located 15 miles north of Flagstaff, the Agassiz Lodge at Arizona Snowbowl is at an altitude of 9500'. From there, you can ride the Agassiz chairlift to 11500' and that's what we did yesterday. The ride takes 25 minutes one way but they speed it up in the winter so it only takes 12 minutes.
Located 15 miles north of Flagstaff, the Agassiz Lodge at Arizona Snowbowl is at an altitude of 9500'. From there, you can ride the Agassiz chairlift to 11500' and that's what we did yesterday. The ride takes 25 minutes one way but they speed it up in the winter so it only takes 12 minutes.
Starting up on the chair lift, there's a disc golf course in this open area below.
At the top, looking southwest.
This building plus a tiny restroom are the only structures on top.
Looking northwest, you can see the north rim of the Grand Canyon in the far distance.
The lift cable is supported by 24 towers averaging 50' in height.
Each tower has 12 cable wheels with zerk grease fittings. Climbing all those towers to grease all those the wheels has to be a pain in the butt - and the thighs and the calves. The cable is 1.5" in diameter and 12,890' of it is employed in this chairlift. That's a lot of weight! The machinery they use to install the cable must be huge.
Heading back down.
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
A Long Day
Was lying in bed this morning, shortly after I awoke, and this popped into my head. Why? Beats me.
A Long Day
The day lacked laughter.
It was boring and bleak.
Looking back on it - after,
It seemed more like a week.
Mike Delaney
6/15
It's similar to one I penned 10 years ago but not as edgy. Getting mellow in my old age?
Go Away!
A person with no sense of humor,
As fun as a malignant tumor.
If serious you must always be,
Stay the hell away from me!
Mike Delaney
12/05
A Long Day
The day lacked laughter.
It was boring and bleak.
Looking back on it - after,
It seemed more like a week.
Mike Delaney
6/15
It's similar to one I penned 10 years ago but not as edgy. Getting mellow in my old age?
Go Away!
A person with no sense of humor,
As fun as a malignant tumor.
If serious you must always be,
Stay the hell away from me!
Mike Delaney
12/05
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Artie II
Aritie's 4 years old now, 28 in people-years, old enough to act like an adult. However, he still acts like a naughty kid sometimes. We wouldn't want him to loose his playfulness or his NASCAR routine or joie de vivre. He's just got a couple bad habits we'd like to see go away.
His main transgression is food related (surprise, surprise): he won't stay out of the kitchen. Both he and Ranger are trained to stop and sit near the kitchen entrance - but not to enter. If in the kitchen, the pooches could be inadvertently stepped on or kicked. And, they could cause Trish to trip and fall, damaging her injured leg even further or ruining her bionic knees. I could trip also, and old farts tend to have brittle bones. Artie's no dummy, knows we want him to stay out, leaves when we remind him (numerous times each day) but just keeps going back in.
Another food related bad habit: when we're eating at the dining room table, Artie circles around us like a great white shark closing in for the kill. He makes this loud panting sound (hah, hah, hah) and bumps our legs or butts with his nose on each pass. Hey, I'm starving down here! (hah, hah, bump Trish) Had my dinner 30 minutes ago but I'm still hungry. (hah, hah, bump Mike) OMG, that hamburger smells great! (hah, hah, bump Trish) Gonna save some for me? (hah, hah, bump, bump)
Artie had a troubled childhood, came from a dysfunctional family. His dad was a ne'er do well and a womanizer, was hardly ever home, always out marking his territory and sniffing around stray females. When he was home, he paid virtually no attention to Artie, spent no quality time with his son at all. He'd just eat and sleep and mess around with Artie's mom - sometimes right in front of Artie! Consequently, Artie has some emotional and psychological issues.
Artie loved his mom and she cared for him, too. She showed him affection and scared off the predators and bullies. But, she had issues, too. I won't go into the details here but what it boils down to - there's no nice way to say this, so I'll just spit it out: Artie's mom was a bitch.
Ranger and Artie
His main transgression is food related (surprise, surprise): he won't stay out of the kitchen. Both he and Ranger are trained to stop and sit near the kitchen entrance - but not to enter. If in the kitchen, the pooches could be inadvertently stepped on or kicked. And, they could cause Trish to trip and fall, damaging her injured leg even further or ruining her bionic knees. I could trip also, and old farts tend to have brittle bones. Artie's no dummy, knows we want him to stay out, leaves when we remind him (numerous times each day) but just keeps going back in.
While her back is turned I'll sneak in, might find food morsels on the floor.
I know I'm being bad but..... might find food morsels on the floor.
Another food related bad habit: when we're eating at the dining room table, Artie circles around us like a great white shark closing in for the kill. He makes this loud panting sound (hah, hah, hah) and bumps our legs or butts with his nose on each pass. Hey, I'm starving down here! (hah, hah, bump Trish) Had my dinner 30 minutes ago but I'm still hungry. (hah, hah, bump Mike) OMG, that hamburger smells great! (hah, hah, bump Trish) Gonna save some for me? (hah, hah, bump, bump)
Busted! Had to go sit on my rug.
Artie had a troubled childhood, came from a dysfunctional family. His dad was a ne'er do well and a womanizer, was hardly ever home, always out marking his territory and sniffing around stray females. When he was home, he paid virtually no attention to Artie, spent no quality time with his son at all. He'd just eat and sleep and mess around with Artie's mom - sometimes right in front of Artie! Consequently, Artie has some emotional and psychological issues.
Artie loved his mom and she cared for him, too. She showed him affection and scared off the predators and bullies. But, she had issues, too. I won't go into the details here but what it boils down to - there's no nice way to say this, so I'll just spit it out: Artie's mom was a bitch.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Beat Feet
When Mother turns up the heat,
Mike and Trish beat feet.
Starting today, the forecast for several days is for 100+ high temps. We're packing up, out of here in 10 days. We usually launch a couple weeks earlier but 3 months on the road is our limit, and September is hotter than May. In fact, May has been quite pleasant this year.
We'll be in Santa Fe, NM for a couple weeks, CO for a month, then north to see where Custer bit it, then east to MN for the family reunion and, finally, haul ass back across the Midwest.
One of our CO stops is Pike's Peak, which boasts the second-highest paved road* in the USA, topping out at 14,125'. Mt Evans, about 50 miles NW of Pike's, is higher by a hair, 5' higher to be exact. Granted, that's somewhat thicker than your average hair.
The comb-over guys would die for that hair. You know, those guys who part their hair just above their left ear and comb it over the top of their bald heads, all the way to their right ear - and then pray that the prevailing winds are from the west. I feel sorry for those guys. They can't seem to recognize that they're fooling nobody but themselves, and that it's terminally unattractive.
When we last visited CO, the pickup didn't like the high altitude, engine and drive train went spastic at altitudes above 8K'. We're hoping the problem resolved itself, since it didn't reoccur last summer in Yellowstone NP at 9K'. RAM service people are totally clueless as to cause or cure.
* The highest paved road in the world is highway G318 between Lhasa and Nepal. Mountain passes there go up to 17,260'. Talk about a natural high.
Mike and Trish beat feet.
Starting today, the forecast for several days is for 100+ high temps. We're packing up, out of here in 10 days. We usually launch a couple weeks earlier but 3 months on the road is our limit, and September is hotter than May. In fact, May has been quite pleasant this year.
We'll be in Santa Fe, NM for a couple weeks, CO for a month, then north to see where Custer bit it, then east to MN for the family reunion and, finally, haul ass back across the Midwest.
One of our CO stops is Pike's Peak, which boasts the second-highest paved road* in the USA, topping out at 14,125'. Mt Evans, about 50 miles NW of Pike's, is higher by a hair, 5' higher to be exact. Granted, that's somewhat thicker than your average hair.
The comb-over guys would die for that hair. You know, those guys who part their hair just above their left ear and comb it over the top of their bald heads, all the way to their right ear - and then pray that the prevailing winds are from the west. I feel sorry for those guys. They can't seem to recognize that they're fooling nobody but themselves, and that it's terminally unattractive.
When we last visited CO, the pickup didn't like the high altitude, engine and drive train went spastic at altitudes above 8K'. We're hoping the problem resolved itself, since it didn't reoccur last summer in Yellowstone NP at 9K'. RAM service people are totally clueless as to cause or cure.
* The highest paved road in the world is highway G318 between Lhasa and Nepal. Mountain passes there go up to 17,260'. Talk about a natural high.
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