September 21st, 2016
With summer almost over and vacations over except for
the billions of cell phone shots, makes me wonder how
many found their island in time?
Was it one of those little green-treed islands of the American
San Juan’s with no name? The one you “found” as if it had
Or was it the “Big Island” that you flew to and took tours
complete with rum drinks with fruity-salty-umbrelled rims?
My island, for part of this year, was my comfortable, air
conditioned car seat, travelling to the northwest and southern
California where I said goodbye to brother, John.
The rest of my summer was spent on our patio, only comfortable
after we lit off the citronella to keep the no-seeums at bay.
For some of us the vacation never ends, life is that good. For
others, not so good. The old, sick, and those alone in hospitals
and nursing homes need vacations, too.
For those that vacations don’t seem to matter I say, “Don’t
despair, there is a life where there’s no work, hardship or
tears” “There is a place where politics simply don’t matter, too!”
Look around at the beauty of your friends. Listen
to their wisdom no matter how old or young; soak up the
smells of burning leaves or the season’s first fire in the
fireplace. Pet the dog, marvel at the changing light at dawn,
live life, enjoy, most of it is free!
Just when you think things are going to hell in a tote bag
you can always tune in your own personal & private
August 9th, 2016
Word Meanings P.O.S.H,
. smart, stylish, fancy, high-class, fashionable, chic, luxurious, luxury, deluxe, exclusive, opulent, lavish,
grand, showy, upscale, upmarket.
1915-20; of obscure origin; compare posh a dandy
(recorded as British slang in 1890); the popular notion
that the word is an acronym from port out(ward), starboard home,
said to be the preferred accommodation
on ships traveling between England and India, is without foundation.
often said to be an acronym of the phrase port out, starboard
home, the most desirable location for a cabin in British ships
sailing to and from the East, being the north-facing or shaded
side; but more likely to be a development of obsolete slang
posh a dandy.
The cavalryman, far more than the infantryman, makes a
point of wearing "posh" clothing on every possible occasion
"posh" being a term used to designate superior clothing,
or articles of attire other than those issued by and strictly
conforming to the regulations, very attractive, expensive,
and popular, typical of people who have high social status.
For a classic artistic experience browse my 90 plus galleries for a wide variety of P O S H subjects
June 12th, 2016
Depending on the shift of the calendar, the summer
solstice occurs sometime between June 20 and June 22
in the northern hemisphere and between December 20
and December 23 each year in the southern hemisphere.
In southern New Mexico, car show aficionado’s get tuned
up starting in early spring and we don’t get tired of it all
until late fall
We have already been to several great shows.The first
of the season show is the Wheels of Dreams sponsored
by the Las Cruces RodRunners car club.
Then we took the Toronado to the Smokin Oldies show in Deming, NM where the Toronado was awarded 1st place in the 1970-79
Las month we escaped the heat of Las Cruces and attended the “Make-A-Wish” charity show in Ruidoso.
Next up is the Kiwanis Kars for Kids show on the 18th of
June.This is always a well-attended show held at Young
Park, a city owned and well maintained ideal place for a
car show. Lots of shade trees and grassy meadows to shine up your pride & joy.
The Kiwanis volunteers put on a pancake breakfast
In the large, covered open air gazebo which offers
protection from the sun and occasional monsoon of summer.
So, save the date, June 18th, see you there.
May 23rd, 2016
Here are a few of the projects we recently shipped; a nice mix of watercolor art, pen & ink and photography. They just happen to be mostly little British Cars.
The Austin-Healey Sprite, introduced for 1959, continued the collaboration between Austin and The Donald Healey Motor Company and took further advantage of the massive British Motor Corporation parts bin. Although it was aimed at the very bottom of the sports car market, the Sprite used a modern unibody and offered precise handling
The Triumph TR6 is beloved of British sports car fans. The TR6 was certainly antique in many ways when it was introduced in late 1968. A narrow cockpit, separate body and chassis and a bouncy ride courtesy of its rather crude independent rear suspension made it seem in many ways to be little advanced from the TR4 of 1962 or even the TR2.
The Bentley Sports Sedan was the epitome of a classic British Gentleman’s preferred conveyance; elegant but very fast and great handling.
The late Spring & early Summer cruising is starting along with the car shows. Most of the car shows benefit local charities so thank you for participating.
April 9th, 2016
Consequence of one’s actions.
Jimmy, the last mechanic who touched my
car after a recent oil change was having a bad
His girlfriend, Betty Jean, over cooked his fried
baloney and used old, crusty mustard on his
moldy sandwich which in turn caused Jimmy to
get the runs.
Part of Jimmy’s job is to write down the projected
mileage when my next oil change was due. Usually,
3000 miles from the actual mileage shown on my
OK, a normal, routine job. Simple, no-brainer, right?
Not in Jimmy’s case; having a bad day, worrying
about if he can make it to the john before everything
lets loose, was the 1st thing on his mind, not jotting
down my next oil change mileage.
So, having to do the math, find a pen, find the
windshield sticker, write down the numbers, stick
it on the inside of the windshield, well, this was just
too much writing, sticking, reaching for Jimmy
to do while concentrating on something else,
Like where’s the bathroom, far more important then
whether or not the necessary oil change reminder
got stuck in the right place let alone if you (me)
could even make out what was on the reminder
sticker…………………..well, the consequence of
Jimmy’s inattention to the real job at hand caused
my distraction from MY JOB, keeping control of the
van while doing 77 miles an hour on the 10, while
passing several 18 wheelers, here I am wondering
about my next oil change?
I pulled off at the next rest stop, took several deep
breaths and realized I could not read the sticker
because all I could see was a faint smear after the
first 3 numbers………….which should have been six.
Not funny. I could have crashed into the rear of a
long haul rig or, blown up my trusty V-6 because
I waited too long to have my oil changed.
All because of the consequences of someone’s
inattention to the simple job of writing down a
reminder for my next oil change.
March 6th, 2016
Sixty one years ago, going around topless without a driving permit
would get you a stiff fine, maybe even a day or a night in jail.
….Now-a-days you don’t see this activity going on, at least not on any streets or lanes near our house.
…..I remember noticing it a lot when I was I kid but, nowadays, it takes more than a gorgeous, curvy body to turn my head.
….Well, if you added a little chrome accent it might help.
….Factor in a sweet & low rumbling sound and you definitely have my attention.
….I’m talking slow cruising convertibles here, the kind that let you experience the pleasant aromas of spring flowers and views of the sun setting after you
pulled over at the top of the hill.
….I suppose there’s a world like that somewhere; certainly not on the 10 or the 25. Slow down on one of these concrete raceways and you’ll get flattened so quick you’ll wonder what happened to the butter & syrup!
….My son and I were on our way to El Paso the other day, driving a little over the 65 posted limit heading south-east where the lane narrows, merging onto the eastbound 10. I alertly glanced in my rear view mirror making sure I was OK to merge when all of a sudden my view was replaced by huge white & aluminum blinds. I could even read with scary clarity the blind maker’s logo htrowneK!
….Blaugger, Blaugger! GET OUT OF MY WAY! It was trying to get my attention. It was working!
….So, naturally, I did the smartest thing, in total driving school defense, that I could think of. I tapped my brakes several times, a nice signal to the crazy idiot behind me to back-off. Worthless thing to do since there was no way the driver of the aluminum blind big-rig could see my little Odyssey over his long & towering hood, let alone my blinking stop lights.
….”IT” swung over my right lane to inching onto my right-quarter panel and started blasting “IT’s” Blaugger horn again, obviously not getting my well-intentioned request.
….The lane ahead cleared and I took off, now in the 75 MPH lane doing “slightly” over 75, toying with the “Traffic fines double zone”, hell, man I was ready to pay anything to out distance the big-rig’s self-imposed right of way & lane ownership.
….Boy, do I ever miss those lazy, laid back days cruising slowly through the country side in my little topless convertible back in 1955.
Disclaimer: 99.5 % of all of the professional big rig drivers I encounter are just that; pros, due my respect for putting up with the .05 % of the other psychopaths out there.
February 17th, 2016
The Chevrolet Corvette “Blue Flame” inline 6 was Chevrolet's sole engine from 1929, when it replaced their first 4-cylinder engine, the 171-cubic-inch four, through 1954, and was the base engine for the 1954, 1st generation Corvette. In 1955 they added the small block V8 to the lineup. The “Blue Flame Six” had finally been completely phased out by 1990 in North America.
……But, this tale is not about the Corvette’s engine, it is about a “Blue Flame” of another source and, flavor.
…..When I was in the United States Air Force in the mid 1950’s my job was to disassemble and inspect the electrical components of the war ending weapon known as the “FAT MAN”
…..The FAT MAN was a nuclear weapon that ended WW II in July of 1945. Now, leap forward 12 years to the cold-war era of the late 1950’s and early 1960’s. I was a member of a 5 crew task force that did the necessary maintenance on the FAT MAN class of weapons. It was our job, following intricate step by step manuals, to check the detonators that fired the conventional outer sphere of explosives that when lite off, caused a nuclear chain reaction resulting in an xx kiloton atomic explosion. We checked the electrical resistance of the wires in the fist-sized detonators to make sure they would do their job when called upon.
…..It was during one of these routine tests that one of our crew, a guy called “Lucky”, experienced a major gastronomical implosion and released a large amount of methane gas. This lighter-than-air invisible gaseous cloud drifted over to one of the electrical panels that, in those pre-OSHA days, had open, sparking contacts that not only made a clicking sound as the rectifiers powered up and down, but created visible electrical tiny bolts of sparks.
…..Ultimately, Lucky’s gas, as it was later widely labeled, came in contact with the electrical shorting-sparks and ignited into BLUE FLAME ! This ghostly, translucent blue flame quickly covered the floor of our maintenance bay, the same area where we five young tech’s were removing the detonators that were as delicate as live hand grenades!
…..Holy Crap one of us said; Oh Crapola, Lucky moaned, as he grimaced in pain from rolling into a FAT MAN support beam, now realizing that his Olympian wind breaking had also turned liquid, as happens sometimes.
…..Whoosh! As soon as it happened it was over. Bill, tech # 3 experienced singed eyebrows. My hair smelled like burnt pork, probably a leftover undigested morsel from Lucky’s late night diner, the catalyst that set the whole BLUIE FLAME incident in motion. Our commanding officer, Captain Mann, did his compulsorily write-up resulting in the installation of heavy duty mercury switches that did away with the testy crackling and snapping of the old style electric switches.
…..Our crew applied for a commendation ribbon, having survived a potential nuclear melt-down of the mushroom cloud style. The higher-ups said no.
…..Lucky?, Well he was discharged with a medical disability that resulted with him having to wear camo-intends for the rest of his life.
…..I got the mopping up detail and the other members of our crack-tech-bomb-crew did the counting of detonators that were strewn around the work area like golden oranges. Captain Mann went out and bought a 1st Gen Corvette!
February 11th, 2016
Old Pick-up trucks & dogs
I don’t know what it is about old pickups and dogs, just good buddies, I suppose.
An order came in a few days ago from a customer in Georgia sayin’, Will ya draw my old pick up with my god buddy “Boy” sittin in ‘er ?
………………Sure will, I wrote back. Look to your left for the results.
………………Then, along comes an order to draw, in pen & ink a black and white drawing of “Tango von Rotenfuhr” an AKC registered German Shephard ex- service-dog. The regency and pride just quivers by the look and stance.
………………Must be getting closer to Spring then we thought. Time to go walk the dog!
December 28th, 2015
A GIFT FOR JIM
..... My neighbor, Jim Kilcrease, walks his chow-mix “Woofy” a couple of times a day making a short up & down loop of our quiet little street called San Acacio, here in the old country club area of Las Cruces, New Mexico.
..... Jim, 88, has macular degeneration and wears those black wrap-a-round glasses that make it hard for him to recognize his friends in passing cars. Jim and Woofy always stay the course close to the edge of the road, walking against oncoming traffic so he can at least hear approaching cars. We, of the neighborhood and Jim’s/Woofy’s friends, try and stop and chat; bring each other up to date and in general, block traffic as locals who do “own” their turf!
.....A couple of days ago I was on my way to the market and I spot Jim & Woofy coming up the street. I pulled over and said “morning, Jim, that old dog of yours is starting to get a little grey around the edges” “Hell’s-fire, man, aren’t we all?” Then he ask about our roof repair (Our close-knit neighborhood got slammed with a catastrophic hail storm last October 1st, giving all of us something in common to talk about)
..... “Fine, I said, when you having yours done?” “Don’t have a time-line, whenever my contractor-son can get to ‘er”. “well, if you need the number of the guy who did mine, let me know, he did a swell job “
..... I was parked near his home, window down on the passenger side with Jim leaning in trying to see me clearly through those “Star-Trek” glasses. “Ya know, Jack, ya’l ought a come over and visit sometimes and we’ll have some coffee with a drup of whisky” There was a pause, and I could imagine Jim tearing-up behind those black glasses. He lost his wife a couple of years ago, can’t drive anymore and his walking with Woofy is just about the extent of his social life.
..... He’s in good company in our older part of Upper San Acacio Street. Were all “greying” and becoming a partner of one, slowly, house by loving home.
..... “Hey, Jim, gotta go now, anything I can get you from the store?” “Naw, I’m OK; but, next time you’re driving by take a picture of my old Ford truck” “I’d like you to do a nice pen & ink of her to add to my collection of your art “ ( I did a pen & ink of Woofy years ago and another one of his Son’s Saint Bernard, Bailey, too)
......Jack……………Happiest of Holidays
August 9th, 2015
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