And now for the yankee view...
My 1976 Cadillac Eldorado convertible. 21 feet long, 7 feet wide, 500 cubic inch engine. So smooth-riding, it was like cruising on your living room couch. I sold my four-year-old 1994 F-250, and bought this. The car was 22 years old when I bought it, and had maybe 40,000 miles on it. Everything worked, even the air conditioning. The horn was really something. There were maybe four horns wired together, to give a rich, full, "Move, you peasants" sound.
Old men love it, because they remember when this was a new model.
Young kids love it, because they have never seen anything like it.
I was driving one day, when a little girl, maybe 10 years old, saw me.
She stared, and then yelled out "Rock Me Baybee !"
I almost wrecked, I was laughing so hard.
I loved that car, and the top and windows were always down, except when it was actively raining.
This car is the namesake of the blog.
Be Am Is Are Was Were Been Being
Do Does Did
Have Has Had
Can Could
May Might
Shall Should
Will Would
Must
Charleston, South Carolina in 1968.
We learned these in Mr. Houck's fourth or fifth grade English class at Porter-Gaud School.
Mr. Houck taught us to remember them to the tune of "Taps".
I still remember them 55 years later, along with "It's always means it is".
Funny the stuff that stays with you.
I'm sorry to say that I didn't appreciate Mr. Houck at the time.
I wish people would quit using "rockstar" photos of Joe Biden, and instead use something like these :
Every dictator and autocrat has had a Ministry Of Truth, a department of propaganda.
Biden just joined them.
Putting your pronouns in your profile indicates that you pretty much fail at being a decent person.
Change my mind.
I promise to stay as far away as I can...
Is it just me, or does anyone else think our new Mistress Of Truth resembles the fake female swimmer ? (Mistress Of Truth is in the top photo)
This is a picture of my paternal grandparents, Choo-Choo Papa and Mama Aggie. We called him that because he drove a train for a steel mill in Birmingham, Alabama. They lived on Avenue G in Ensley, which used to be a tidy suburb of Birmingham. Much like Birmingham itself, Ensley is now a shithole.
More about them in a later post.
The Florida District court judge didn't overstep her bounds, but rather ruled that the Federal government didn't follow the law. That's her job.
I think that from now on, the infamous laptop should be referred to as "The Biden Laptop".
This picture of Mom was taken sometime in the late 1930s or early 1940s. My sister looked amazingly like this when she was about 12 or so.
The picture below with the donkey was taken on the farm that my great-granddad moved to sometime between 1900 and 1910.
My grandfather Howard, whom my sister and I called Grandaddy Joe, lived almost his whole life here. Grandaddy Joe bought out his brothers and sisters with money earned from this farm.
My mother was born here in 1928, and lived here until her mother encouraged her to see what else was out there, telling Mom that she can always return, but she should make that decision from a position of knowing what else is available.
Grandmama Joe was a wise woman.
More about my grandparents in a future post.
I wish that people would follow the practice of defining acronyms the first time they use them.
There are some of us who aren't cool enough to know what is meant by terms like QE (Quantitive Easing).
See how easy that was ?
I don't know... I keep asking myself what our reaction would be if Canada wanted to give Vancouver Island to China, to use as the Chinese saw fit.
“I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern."
"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience."
C. S. Lewis