As we approach my sister-in-laws place, we take Cedar Lake Exit ( from 494?)and have to find Yukon street. Every street in that neighborhood is in alphabetical order... I'm sure @nicholam77 would know where this is.
Between 485 & 705 SQ/FT Bob Heine's Auto Emporium
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Workspaces between 485 and 705 squarefeet.
Bob, that's what I'm going to try to do first. Contact Nick through Garage Journal... At that point, I'm not a perfect stranger. I have about 800 some entries, mostly on the pull up a chair thread. That's what I'm thinking...
scooterbum46
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Bob the man door on my workshop faces west and If left open will do a high speed closure if the overhead is opened and a gust of wind comes up. I shudder to think what it'd do with ball bearing hinges. (BAM !)
Rick Ya need to get out more (sonic wise) For the most part, it's a matter of opinion, but if you've never heard **** Dale's surfer music, give "Pipeline" a listen (bonus if you get the 1987 version with Stevie Ray Vaughn).
Rick Ya need to get out more (sonic wise) For the most part, it's a matter of opinion, but if you've never heard **** Dale's surfer music, give "Pipeline" a listen (bonus if you get the 1987 version with Stevie Ray Vaughn).
kaymccampbell
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That's me and Judy. She even sleeps to the TV, while I prefer silence or machines. So, here I am, covered in puppies on my stupidly expensive Beautyrest Bradford Black, while she's on the couch with ol One-eye.
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Bob
Nice job, hinges look good!
Nice job, hinges look good!
I've heard of Stevie Ray Vaughn before. Thanks for the heads up on him. I'll do that soon. Ha, I do listen to lots of music, much more than my wife is comfortable with... So thanks for your recommendation. I'm fairly narrow minded as far as my likes of music goes. The likes of ACDC, Queen, Queensryche, Linkin Park: but like some of the newer stuff, too. The likes of Starset, (Waiting on the Sky to Change) Ghost (Tobias is a genius "Call me Little Sunshine"). Cheryl Likes Chicago, Boston, Queen ( Another One Bites the Dust..) She's not a big fan of Fat Bottom Girls. Ha. Cheryl really likes Country music.
I used to go to rock concerts. Quite a bit, as a teenager, and living in Duluth. That being said, I have attended some of the bigger bands.... Judas Priest, Sammy Hagar( before he replaced David Lee Roth, with Van Halen). Ha, funny story. The last concert I went to was for the band, Chicago. I went with some friends of mine to the St Paul Civic Center. Unbeknownst to me, was Cheryl went to the same concert. (I hadn't met her yet). We probably walked by each other, while there. That was the last concert I've been to, same with Cheryl. Ain't that crazy? We were that close to each other, but both of us didn't know.... Granted, there were hundreds, if not thousands of people at such a venue. We have talked about that concert several times, over the years.
One of those concerts in Duluth, I was strapped for cash money. So it was cheaper for me to buy a T-shirt from the warm-up band. The band in question was Quarterflash. Great band, I ended up buying one of their albums. 0f course, I got teased at work (at the bakery) for wearing that T-shirt. Those guys at the bakery were relentless... Always teasing me about something.... Toward my end of working at the bakery, I was attending Voc-Tech for machine tool technology. I only quit working at the bakery because my schedule changed at school for my second year. I ended up taking on a job at a bakery in West Duluth, to fit my schedule at Voc-Tech. While at the first bakery, and I was learning how to become a machinist, I ended up machining replacement parts for some of their equipment. Ha. Great times.
One of those concerts in Duluth, I was strapped for cash money. So it was cheaper for me to buy a T-shirt from the warm-up band. The band in question was Quarterflash. Great band, I ended up buying one of their albums. 0f course, I got teased at work (at the bakery) for wearing that T-shirt. Those guys at the bakery were relentless... Always teasing me about something.... Toward my end of working at the bakery, I was attending Voc-Tech for machine tool technology. I only quit working at the bakery because my schedule changed at school for my second year. I ended up taking on a job at a bakery in West Duluth, to fit my schedule at Voc-Tech. While at the first bakery, and I was learning how to become a machinist, I ended up machining replacement parts for some of their equipment. Ha. Great times.
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Geez, I gotta tell you, my comments to you seem a little snarky, sorry 'bout that. I love music, the irony is that I am the only person in my family without any talent, Mom was a piano teacher, Dad played the banjo, sister played the flute (1st chair in state competition in the '50s) Nieces and nephews sing, dance, play everything from piccolos to oboes. Since I can't do (like some teachers I knew), I collect and listen to everything and then I try to share what catches my ear with everyone. (except opera, I don't do opera and not a lot of rap.) Keep on, I'll be sampling some of the groups you mention (I didn't recognize QuarterFlash by name, but I do know their song Harden My Heart...
Gerry, I have the 10¢ ear buds that replaced the pair that came with my Panasonic pocket stereo cassette player. If I didn't jiggle the connector just right, the sound they delivered was terrible. I have no idea what a pair of $250 Applee Earbuds sounds like and suspect I never will.
Back in the day (dawn of "stereo" sound) I bought a cheap pair of earmuff headphones but the foam lasted about as long as the head on a Bud Light. From 1995-99 I flew (on commercial airplanes) a lot and earned Platinum status so I was frequently gifted a pair of free headphones. Nothing to write home about but for me, cheap is good and free is better.
When our son was living with my mother, he talked her into buying a pair of no-name digital earmuffs that had volume adjustments on both sides. I inherited them and kinda like them because my right eardrum has some scarring that makes that ear a bit deaf than the left. Only drawback is the plug -- it's a mini 3.5 mm and my stereo has RCA sockets and a 1/4" TRS plug.
In all honesty, I let the iPods in the cars, garage, and workshop play through whatever orphan set of speakers I find in the thrift stores. And I really do enjoy The Sound of Silence (S&G as well as Mother Nature).
Rick, I buy used everything but underwear. OK, sometimes I buy "Refurbished" but when audio equipment stopped having vacuum tubes in them, I bought new stuff. Nothing high end, just Sony, Panasonic and some other big-name bargain brands.
When it comes to the best guitar player ever, I have to say Liane. She took up the guitar when our youngest went to kindergarten. She tried so hard and spent so much time improving that it would be blasphemy to name another. Liane preferred picking to strumming so I could whisper Segovia (Andrés Segovia Torres) when she's not in hearing distance.
Gerry, you're right. Might even break it down further to acoustic or electric. Eric Clapton's Unplugged album still gets me. It was one of the albums I had to replace with a CD when my vinyl collection left us. Before you yell at me, we partied with way too many drunks who scarred the vinyl albums, insisting another song was better and just slid the needle across the surface. Some of those albums could only be played with a fishing sinker set on the top of the tonearm. I had a brush on the tonearm to try to keep the tracks clean and had a cleaning kit with the velvet brush on a wooden handle.
Rick, I listened to a lot of different music genres in my youth but left the building when hard rock, punk rock and Rap took over. To this day a car driving by our house with the windows down and the sound coming out so loud it rattles our windows makes me sad. When out in the Corvette with the top down, quietly playing the music from the iPod, the occasional ricer pulls up alongside with some unrecognizable song blaring, I switch the audio system to the CD changer and play Vivaldi's Four Seasons violin concerti at full volume. I have a 10" subwoofer behind each seat with their own amp on the rear firewall (protecting me from the gas tank).
Emil, I remember those little snow drifts forming inside the kitchen door of our first house. I don't believe weatherstrip or insulation was mentioned in the 1952 building code in New York.Always maintenance eh Bob.I’m not worried about a match or candle, but snow drifting would be detrimental. You showed a gold tone and a stainless/nickel in the pic. No big deal I prefer the silver anyway myself.
Had a taillight on the wife’s DD go bad. The bulb was good but the connector was a little fried. Cleaned it up and good to go. My wife’s vehicle needs a few more miles and should be replaced, but I’ve been saying that for a couple years already. Haven’t found a fit yet but keep looking.
I probably should have at least sprayed some contact cleaner into those sockets before I bought new but the steam in my brain was messing me up. I have no right to expect plastic parts to last more than 22 years.
Rick, only our Cadillac has a Sirius capable sound system and we drive it so rarely it would be a huge waste to pay for Sirius (or XM -- but I hear they merged).
My foray into music was playing the clarinet in school (because my grandfather did). My brother played trumpet and played really well. He performed solos at school concerts all the time and I was paid to fiddle with the keys but otherwise hold my breath.
Rick, I remember the song but didn't look into the details of the story. I think I saw a documentary but I was more fascinated by the story of the Titanic because my grandmother sold her two tickets when she learned she was pregnant with my mother. The idea of spending days in a lower deck with a toddler and morning sickness didn't appeal to her.
Rick, I think Gerry was noting that "greatest guitarist" is like "greatest driver." Juan Fangio was maybe the greatest Formula 1 driver in his day but what about Donald Campbell in the Bluebird land (and water) speed record category? Or "greatest singer" having categories like opera, country, rock, etc.
Rick, thanks for the kind words. I have no problem with the music thing. It's just that I have limited knowledge and have too many other interests that **** up my time. Like scanning 150 years of family photos and updating the family tree file, working on the cars, getting my affairs in order and getting my son to the point he can handle our estate in the next decade or two.
Rick, I am happy I have very few items that take up huge amounts of space or weigh too much for me to pick up. And especially having no way to move it around once it's picked up. I don't even have an engine hoist -- that's what friends are for.
Rick, I bought a Creality HALOT-ONE resin printer, alcohol washing cabinet and supplies in April 2023 for $310 and it has yet to produce a single object. It sits in the workshop because I don't want it stinking up the house. I ran a Cat 7 cable from one of the two TP-Link WiFi routers in the attic over the garage. I have excellent access to the Internet from the shed/workshop but the Creality printer doesn't detect the necessary WiFi signal. This week I permanently mointed the second TP-Link 2.4GHz N300 Long Range Outdoor CPE for PtP and PtMP Transmission bridge. It was sitting on a shelf and kind of pointing to the shed but now it's up on the A/C unit (no coils damageed in the process). The signal only has to travel 100 feet but I don't know what effect the foliage has on it.
Someday soon I'll try to get the HALOT-ONE to make noise or at least acknowldege it can connect to my network.
Rick, I had relatives in Madison, Wisconsin and passed through Minneapolis to get there from Glacier National Park in Montana back in 1956. I have a vivid memory of sleeping on the floor next to the backseat of the Oldsmobile while one of my parents slept on the back seat. We were a few days behind schedule and had to make the 1,450 mile leg of the trip without stopping. My brother and I took turns sitting in the front seat to make sure our parents didn't nod off. We switched places about every four hours.
I also visited the IBM facility in Rochester Minnesota a number of times when I was working for them on some System/34 projects in my office in Boca Raton. Also attended some very fancy management training classes in the Minneapolis area. It's beautiful country. Of course, I have a hard time finding places in the US that don't have something special to offer. Even the summer I lived in Columbia University housing in Harlem had neat things to see and do. A 15¢ subway token would take me all over the five bouroughs of New York City. You could eat in three different restaurant each day for 16 years and still not eat in every New York City Restaurant.
When I worked in Manhattan I spent many of my lunch hours in the lesser known museums, like the [J. Pierpont] Morgan Library and Museum:
The books on display in the case in the foreground changed every once in a while. When I visited in 1964-5 admission was free (it's $28.50 each today). Many of the 300,000 or so books were manuscripts created before the first printing press but also has several original Guttenberg bibles and many signed first editions by famous authors.
Collection Highlights | The Morgan Library & Museum
www.themorgan.org
Rick, I don't know if Nick visits my thread often so you should probably try his thread or a direct Conversation.
Gerry, I have the exact same problem but my door faces east (ocean breezes off the Atlantic). I used the software between my ears to create a custom solution that involves both a doorstop (mounted on a block of wood) and a rather large screw eye with a hand fabricated white covered 12-gauge copper wire door restraint. It would be a monumental task to duplicate this setup but with the right tools might be doable.
Kay, I think you have taken the high road. Through your diligent nesting of puppies in a safe place, they are unlikely to slip away to take a trip over the Rainbow Bridge. My secret has been to rename Jasmine "Cookie" so she always comes when I call. Liane points out the baby lizards to Jasmine so she can have lots of between meal snacks on her walks (runs?) in the yard.
@gman007, thank you. I'm pretty happy with them. I did go a little overboard with the M12 Hex impact driving the #10 screws into the metal door so Amazon delivered a small pack of #12 stainless screws that I'll set by hand.
No problem, Scooter. If you're into banjo songs, try listening to The Band Perry, "Better Dig Two". I love that song. If you're into violins in rock music, try The Chemical Brothers, "Galvanize". It's pretty good. It's the same song that they play on the TV commercial for Michelin tires, with the tires being completely white... When I was still on the shop floor, running a VTL, I machined a tire mold for Michelin. I wonder if they still use my tire mold...
I do have a banjo. I had to glue it back together from about (3) pieces, repainted it, had to make my own tailpiece and bridge for the strings. I didn't really learn how to play it, even though I bought a lesson book to do so. I did learn how to play the four worded song, My Dog Has Fleas. That's about as far as I got. I still had more to do. I still had to put a new peg halfway down the neck for the fifth string. Someday, I'll get back to it. I'm sure I'll never be Charlie Daniels... Charlie was a fiddle player.. I don't own a fiddle, at least not yet, but there's still time...
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Bob, I had no idea that Lianne played guitar. Good for her. I'll bet she's pretty good at it. I played guitar for many years with my family. But only played rhythm, and a "run" once in a while. I taught Mom how to play the bass guitar. Both Mom and I were just backup for the accordions... Polkas, Waltzes, Foxtrot, a schottische once in a while. I always played electric, thin body guitars, but did have a couple of box guitars, too. One was six string, the other was a twelve string. Never had a solid body guitar. A couple of our guitar amps had some distortion ( fuzz) and they had some reverb. Even my small Peavey amp had some of this. I used to practice songs like Scorpions, Rock You Like a Hurricane. Honeymoon Suite, New Girl Now... But I never tried to play these songs in public...
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Rick, you have cost me some money. Liane and I have never been to a rock concert. We went to a few bars that had bands but they were pretty tame.
In 1969 we were living in Wappingers Falls, New York and I turned 25 in September. The insurance on our '68 GTO and '63 Triumph Herald dropped dramatically so it was a milestone birthday financially. The month before (August 15, 1969) I was heading home from work and ran into a horrendous traffic jam on Route 9. I thought for sure it was a real bad accident so at my first opportunity I turned down a side road that would eventually get me home in a round about way. It was Friday evening and I was looking forward to the weekend. When I got home the news was running a story about a rock concert in a place called Woodstock. I knew nothing about it except that at the end of the first day of the three day festival, the traffic was still backed up 42 miles south of the event.
Richie Havens, a musician I had never heard of played the opening set that lasted three hours because the majority of the invited musicians were stuck in the traffic jam. Joan Baez was pregnant when she got on stage. The artists who played there were the ones I enjoy to this day. Had you not mentioned concerts I wouldn't have ended up with a set of Woodstock CDs so I could relive a tiny fraction of the three day $24 festival ($18 if you paid in advance).
Every concert we might have gone to after missing that one seemed like a waste of money. Decades ago we attended a free Kenny G concert in Holiday Park, Fort Lauderdale and a free Zydeco concert at the Mizner Center in Boca Raton. No one was holding up a phone to capture the event so it was nice. Of course there were the occasional flashbulbs going off to get a picture but nothing like what looks like a nightmare to me these days.
Gerry, before my voice changed I was a decent singer but it's more like a frog croaking now. I can do a decent job on a few songs like "The Batttle Hymn of the Republic" and "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" but no one ever asks me to sing.
Rick, Liane played an acoustic guitar for years but gave it up when we returned from Australia in 1991. She had finally broken her nail biting habit and wanted to treat herself to manicures. She gave her Guild guitar to our daughter and her banjo to one of our son's Navy friends.
Some days I should just give up. I made a mess working on the front door and wanted to vacuum up the floor. Got out our old second hand ($10) Hoover WindTunnel self propelled upright and pushed it around the floor but it wasn't really picking up the paint chips like I had expected.
Got out the backup Hoover WindTunnel Pro Pet and finished the job.
Brought the two vacuums back into the garage and pulled the hose to see if something was jammed. Way down in the bowels of the machine I found a rats nest of wood splinters, leaves and Flemish Giant dust bunny. Took the bottom of the vacuum apart to clear out the mess, put it back together and tried it out on the garage carpet. Still not working right so I flipped it over and checked to see if the roller brush was turning. Aha, it's not turning so I removed the skid plate and ran it again. The small belt that turns the roller brush was stretched to the point it was just decorative. Ordered new belts from Amazon and patiently waited two days for both the main and roller brush belts to arrive. I don't remember ever changing the belts on this particular machine but I clearly remember it being real easy on our old Hoover Convertibles.
Because the old belts were stretched, they came off no problem. The nightmare began after installeed the first skinny belt that drives the roller brush. I tried to push the new belt on to the drive wheel and couldn't get it on. No problem, I go to a YouTube video and the guy simply pushes the belt with his right thumb, followed closely by a push with his left thumb and two or three cycles and the belt is on. My lack of a left thumb has never been an obstacle -- until this moment. I thought I could somehow get my stump in the narrow space to act as a huge thumb but all I did was slice it on the plastic surrounding the belt opening. I have a couple of old screwdrivers that I modified rather than throw out. I ground off all the sharp corners and edges so they can be used as prybars that won't cut a belt or hose.
What started as a one tool (power screwdriver) project into a collection of tools that included two rounded off screwdrivers, a hose pick, screw hook and drum brake adjusting spoon.
A five minute job took me more than an hour to complete. But I didn't give up so I'm calling it a win. The old Hoover WindTunnel is back in business. Actually it was used in a business and pretty battered when I rescued it from the thrift store. It had a $20 tag on it but the woman marked it down to $10 when I pointed out it was missing some parts. I was pleasantly surprised how much better it worked than the Convertibles. It worked so well I bought the few missing parts and installed some simple hacks to fix its flaws.
Our much new Hoover WindTunnel is baglesss but it is too powerful. It has unraveled carpet fibers and leaves marks on my foam floor mats when it ***** itself down tight on the mat and grinds rows in them. Sometimes newer isn't better
Got out the backup Hoover WindTunnel Pro Pet and finished the job.
Brought the two vacuums back into the garage and pulled the hose to see if something was jammed. Way down in the bowels of the machine I found a rats nest of wood splinters, leaves and Flemish Giant dust bunny. Took the bottom of the vacuum apart to clear out the mess, put it back together and tried it out on the garage carpet. Still not working right so I flipped it over and checked to see if the roller brush was turning. Aha, it's not turning so I removed the skid plate and ran it again. The small belt that turns the roller brush was stretched to the point it was just decorative. Ordered new belts from Amazon and patiently waited two days for both the main and roller brush belts to arrive. I don't remember ever changing the belts on this particular machine but I clearly remember it being real easy on our old Hoover Convertibles.
Because the old belts were stretched, they came off no problem. The nightmare began after installeed the first skinny belt that drives the roller brush. I tried to push the new belt on to the drive wheel and couldn't get it on. No problem, I go to a YouTube video and the guy simply pushes the belt with his right thumb, followed closely by a push with his left thumb and two or three cycles and the belt is on. My lack of a left thumb has never been an obstacle -- until this moment. I thought I could somehow get my stump in the narrow space to act as a huge thumb but all I did was slice it on the plastic surrounding the belt opening. I have a couple of old screwdrivers that I modified rather than throw out. I ground off all the sharp corners and edges so they can be used as prybars that won't cut a belt or hose.
What started as a one tool (power screwdriver) project into a collection of tools that included two rounded off screwdrivers, a hose pick, screw hook and drum brake adjusting spoon.
A five minute job took me more than an hour to complete. But I didn't give up so I'm calling it a win. The old Hoover WindTunnel is back in business. Actually it was used in a business and pretty battered when I rescued it from the thrift store. It had a $20 tag on it but the woman marked it down to $10 when I pointed out it was missing some parts. I was pleasantly surprised how much better it worked than the Convertibles. It worked so well I bought the few missing parts and installed some simple hacks to fix its flaws.
Our much new Hoover WindTunnel is baglesss but it is too powerful. It has unraveled carpet fibers and leaves marks on my foam floor mats when it ***** itself down tight on the mat and grinds rows in them. Sometimes newer isn't better
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Rhonda and I attended. In those days we were finally adults in the eyes of the state. Though both of us had been forced to maturity almost a decade earlier. We were friends that had clung to each other for support in an uncaring world. In finding our way, and our selves, that burgeoned into something more.
As part our ridiculous experiment, we took a few weeks off to finally get our heads around what our relationship was. Part of that was to spend time doing something wild. This was it. We paid our $20-ish. I think we bought the tickets at the Aerodrome in Schenectady. They said Woodstock, I said Saugerties, no problem. They said oh, but it's really Bethel, WTF out past Liberty. I said In for a penny, in for a pound. And we went.
We arrived early. We were parked with the crew, because two girls in a convertible. We pitched our sleeping bag away under the stage with a bunch of unused lighting. We had brought food and water for 5 days. It was a certifiable CF. Rain, hundreds of thousands of attendees, mud, dirt, cow poop, intermittent electricity, bad plumbing and NOISE. I have never, before or after, seen so many people. Since we arrived early, and pitched in out of boredom, we got tagged as crew. We got to watch from off to the side, behind a rapidly crumbling, constantly reinforced fence.
We learned something about ourselves. Rhonda learned she hated camping and crowds and all that went with it. I learned that I was up for almost anything, as long as there are hot showers. Sadly, we also learned that we would not continue on as a couple. Although we were deeply in love, she came to the realization that she needed the safety and respectability that came with an acceptable lifestyle, for the times. She moved to Hempstead, following a job offer. It put the miles between us needed to break the connection. So it was a blessing of sorts.
Eight and a half years, six of it living together, gone in minutes. It took me more than a decade to recover. Rhonda got married to a man, and had kids. I attended their wedding. Several years later, her husband strangled her to death in their Brooklyn high rise. Such a waste. I made sure that sonofabitch went to a farm upstate.
That'll teach you to trigger insomniac old ladies.
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Do you remember when McDonald's gave out free coke spoons?
Grizz1963
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Wrong country I think.
kaymccampbell
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You don't remember these? I'm pretty sure you had Mickey Ds in the 70s.
Grizz1963
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You don't remember these? I'm pretty sure you had Mickey Ds in the 70s.
Being from South Africa, I recall my home town of Port Elizabeth opening its first McDonalds sometime after 1995 and before 2001
Crazy yes.
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kaymccampbell
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Gotcha. Your location says Rochester, and I made the invalid assumption that you'd been nearby most of your life.
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Born in SA
Corporate transfer to UK in 2002
Dreaming of being an American since 2015
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That's a helluva story Kay. Thanks for sharing.
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OutlawDrifter
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That's quite a story Kay...wanted to like all of it, but some of it needed a different emoji. Thanks for sharing!
kaymccampbell
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Yeah, it was all of the emojis. But then, most of life is.
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And this is the reason I never ever skim through your posts, instead closely absorbing every word..
Said farm, was it close to a "Train Station"?
Kay, you and Rhonda were among the 50,000 who purchased tickets. The crowd that showed up was 400,000 or more and most got in for free when the fences collapsed. A huge number of attendees walked to Woodstock after they abandoned their cars, resulting in the closure of the New York Thruway for a time. I suspect this photo was taken on day 1 before the first rain came.
As a guy, the best freebee I ever got was to the Clyde Beatty Circus when it came to Babylon, Long Island in 1958. That was the first summer I spent at home. I helped erect the main tent and shovel animal droppings and got a free pass to the first night's show. I was 13 at the time.
I feel very lucky to have found the love of my life and trapped her into marriage when she left me to attend SUNY (State University of New York) New Paltz. I was certain she would find a better looking, more mature and probably independently wealthy young man. I'm pretty sure I'm dyslexic because she still looks 18 to me, even though she's 81.
One of Liane's best friends in high school was gay. I only knew him as D.B. and the love of his life was Cecil. After my accident we re-connected with the two when they were finishing up at SUNY New Paltz. Went to a few parties and bars with them and they were my wing men, letting the guys who hit on me that I was seriously married to a girl. It gave me insight into a part of society I knew nothing about but came to appreciate that love is love, however and whoever finds it. Our next door neighbors are our adopted 60-year old boys who we care about as much as our biological children. Jeff and I compare notes on the idiosyncrasies of our partners and it turns out long term relationships of gay and straight couples have a whole lot in common.
Rian and Kay, I managed to avoid ever trying cocaine, a goodt thing because of my inability to control my addictive personality. I did find a very tiny brass spoon that I thought was a poor man's cocaine spoon. Turns out it was an ear wax removal tool from the 1920s. Like this one but not as fancy.You don't remember these? I'm pretty sure you had Mickey Ds in the 70s.
Kay and Rian, the first McDonald's on Long Island opened in Islip in 1958 and the Babylon store opened a year or two later. In August 1963 I went to work for the US Post Office as a Temporary Indefinite Substitute Clerk/Carrier (pay was inversely proportional to the title). Because they didn't have to pay time and a half for hours beyond 40 and didn't have to give us a day off every week. I started on August 31 and my first day off was November 22, 83 days later. Not a great day to take off because it was also the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated. My next day off was sometime in January. That particular part of my one year career with the USPO ended all thought of sending out Christmas cards for the rest of my life. As we got closer to Christmas, I worked the maximum 22 hours a day with two hours off at the end of one day and two hours off at the beginning of the next day so I could rest for a full four hours. Mail bags waiting to be loaded on tractor trailers made for a reasonably comfortable mattress. Got a coffee and buttered hard roll for breakfast (25¢) and McDonalds for dinner. My standard order was three Cheeseburgers (20¢ each), two french fries (12¢ each) and a shake (22¢) for a total of $1.06 (no tax on fast food back then). Here's the Mickey D menu in 1963:
In today's money, that $1.06 meal has been inflated to $11.25. Going to McDonald's after that year was an extremely rare event. It wasn't until 1989, when we would stop at an Australian McDonald's for a taste of home. Australian beef is wonderful but because most of the beef was grass-fed rather than corn-fed, the meat had an odd flowery taste (not white powder flour taste, wild flower taste).
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Why yes, it was. In a nice little town called Ossining.
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You didn't miss much. That spoon is big enough for a pleasant buzz. Problem is that people keep wanting bigger and more. It's the greedy monkey in us all. I've tried one of everything available up to maybe 1980. They were good for a giggle or a dizzy spell or a headache or some weird dream, but that's it. I guess I don't have the kind of personality that cares for that kind of thing. I still rarely drink. Maybe one a year, if that. Inside my head is crazy enough as is, I didn't need an accelerant.Rian and Kay, I managed to avoid ever trying cocaine, a goodt thing because of my inability to control my addictive personality. I did find a very tiny brass spoon that I thought was a poor man's cocaine spoon. Turns out it was an ear wax removal tool from the 1020s. Like this one but not as fancy.
Friends thought for sure, after Rhonda moved on, that I'd stick my head in a bottle or something. I just didn't. Instead I worked and worked, OT, weekends, days, nights, I had 3 or 4 jobs, and it eventually passed, mostly. And I was able to save enough money for my first house.
I was mistaken about the traffic jam. We were 64 miles from the festival but traffic was actually moving. The roads on the other side of the Hudson River were backed up from Bethel 50 miles to the New York State Thruway, which, as I mentioned, had to be closed for a while.
Rhymes with Sing Sing.
We used to drive from Wappingers Falls to Croton on the Hudson and take the train from there into Manhattan. We attempted to give our children tidbits of culture with visits to museums and theaters (and the Bronx Zoo). The train trip offered a nice view of the prison when passing through Ossining.
Closer to home (~9 miles) we had the Matteawan State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Less than a year after we settled in our little home in Wappingers Falls, there was a news alert that a prisoner escaped and everyone should lock their doors. Figured we were safe, being so far away but they caught him in the pedestrian tunnel under the New Hamburg train station. That's nine tenths of a mile from our back door by road and two tenths of a mile walking through the woods to our back door. Not wanting to have guns in the house with five and six year olds we got one of these instead.
That's Daisy, a 90 pound all black (except white star on her chest) purebred German Shepherd who cheerfully let anyone enter our home when we and the children were out but would tear the throat out of anyone who even hinted they might enter our home while any of us were inside. The mailman barely slowed down to deposit mail in the box 30 feet from the garage door. In the window of the overhead garage door when the light was off, all you could see was the pure white set of huge teeth and all you could hear was the sound of a garage door being destroyed.
Not related to Weird Al! However today Google tells me they did work together. Al joked his parents thought there should be one more accordion-playing Yankovic.
**** Dale worked for a long time, 1955-2019, an early pioneer of "surf" guitar sound.
Wikipedia: "The use of his recording of "Misirlou" by Quentin Tarantino in the film Pulp Fiction led to his return in the 1990s, marked by four albums and world tours."
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I don't think any of the other big names on the stage expected that solo! Great way for Prince to thumb his nose at the haters
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I'm not a fan of surf music in general, but **** was a bad MF. Dude melted picks.
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Influential musician, guitarist. He played here recently but being the geezer that I now am and social misfit, I missed it. It was at our famed honky-tonk, The Cain's Ballroom.
I don't think any of the other big names on the stage expected that solo! Great way for Prince to thumb his nose at the haters
Ha! After I rewatched that this morning I watched another video about the behind-the-scenes story. There was a rehearsal, and the plan was for Prince to do a solo, but he pretty much kept a lid on what it was he really was going to do.
Some guy in YouTube comments (not me) that I agree with:
"One of the many reasons so many of us watch this performance with "mouths agape" is that at no time does Prince lose the song. His solo weaves around the material, musically-dancing in and around the original song. "
On stage, you can see Dhani Harrison, son of George, enjoying it all.
@Squankum, Prince had me at "Little Red Corvette." I know it wasn't really about a Corvette but the Beach Boys "Shutdown" and "In My Car" were so all three are on my iPods.
Are you telling me there are Yankovics who don''t play the accordion?
I missed **** Dale completely. Probably because I was obsessed with cars but even living close to the Atlantic most of my life I never gave surfing a second thought. I did try sailboarding but realized I'd have to rig up some quick release thing for my stump with a rope attached to ever conquer the sport. Did SCUBA instead but gave it up when my friends with boats failed to ever invite me to join them on their dive trips.**** Dale worked for a long time, 1955-2019, an early pioneer of "surf" guitar sound.
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Marc, I was completely unaware of that session. It was spectacular.I don't think any of the other big names on the stage expected that solo! Great way for Prince to thumb his nose at the haters
@M.Brane, like you, not a big fan but that was some very cool strumming/picking.
Alan, we were in Hampton Beach, New Hampshire around the 4th of July 1969 and Janis Joplin was coming to the Casino a couple of weeks later (https://tourarchive.weebly.com/hampton-beach-casino.html). Wish I could have seen her perform live because I loved "Mercedes Benz" and still have it running in one of my still alive brain worms. I liked the rest of her big hits as well so Amazon is delivering her "Greatest Hits" CD tomorrow. Got me again!
EDIT: by the way, Janis performed at Woodstock the following month so I missed her twice!
@Squankum, there's a reason Prince is king in Minnesota.
Since I've somehow been dragged into this truly interesting topic, maybe a few minutes with Segovia is appropriate:
I've never been a fan of our national anthem, "The Star Spangled Banner." It's hard to sing well and it glorifies violence "rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air..." but if we have to hear it, I like Jimmy's rendition because it really really nails the violence aspect:
I know I'm not the only one who prefers "America the Beautiful" as our national anthem. According to GoogAI:
""America the Beautiful" has been proposed as the national anthem multiple times throughout history, with significant efforts occurring during the John F. Kennedy administration. While it has never been officially adopted as the national anthem, it remains popular and is often considered a second national anthem due to being easier to sing than "The Star-Spangled Banner" and having less controversial themes. Bills have been introduced in Congress to give it legal status, but they have not succeeded."
I have the ultimate version that Ray Charles did on all my iPods and get goosebumps every time I hear it.
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