This old jukebox lives at my folks place back home in Michigan, this is a modernised machine that spins CDs instead of good old vinyl which I believe has a deeper, richer sound than a compact disc does. I’ll have another beer, please!
Forty-two years after accepting my High School diploma which is locked up in a safe these days, I finally received my 1979 yearbook. Whether I lost the original book or never purchased one I have no clue. Hey, this was 42 years ago so don’t judge me. Those high school days were so incredibly wonderful, I want to go back in time.
You may also want to do this! This yearbook is actually a reprint from a company that has been keeping these records for many decades. Regardless, I have flipped the pages for a short time tonight but already remember so many people and fun times. Why can’t we go back in time and relive some of the best days of our lives?
I am such a handsome dude!
Memories. The persistence of memory. Memories of the farm from years ago. Michigan love.
Why food and fireworks? Because I have nothing better for you this morning! The weather here still continues to amaze me even after eight years. The current windstorm has been raging all night long, each time I woke up briefly, I look outside at the top of the palm tree and see the fronds being whipped around fiercely.
How can these trees survive the constant pounding of these storms when they can blast up to 65 miles per hour? I keep thinking about that vaccine shot tomorrow morning. Am I fearful? Yes. These vaccines haven’t had the same kind of trials that vaccines normally get before being made available to the public and that bothers me.
But I will go ahead and take both courses of the vaccine and pray that I’ll live to see another sweltering summer here and of course my family soon I hope. The smeared fireworks photo is from July 4th, 2020 in my backyard, oops. And the redundant Strip photo is from several days ago via the Sony RX100. Happy Wednesday my friends!
I have something a bit different for you this morning. Some of you know of my love of outboard boat racing that comes from my childhood during the 1960s. A few days ago, I found these photos online. The boats with the white cowling belonged to my dad’s competition Richard Austin, also a Michigander. The boat with the gold-colored cowling belonged to my father. Very similar boats, with basically identical engines.
The name Looper is derived from the way the fuel and exhaust flow works inside the combustion chamber in these two-cycle engines that burn Methanol, not regular gas. This is a quote from this website:
To combat Quincy Welding’s Quincy-Mercs, Konig radically changed his motors from the cross flow or deflector piston design to the flat topped “loop charged” design being used by other European competitors at that time. Quincy Welding’s deflector piston Mercs could no longer keep up with the redesigned Konigs, so O. F. Christner went back to the drawing board and created the Quincy Looper racing engine. Chris designed a loop scavenged block that would allow the use of a flat top piston design. The inlet ports “loop” the intake charge away from the exhaust ports. These Loopers had exhaust stacks out both sides of the engine. The 1st production Quincy Loopers, known also as Merc/Quincy Flat Heads, were produced in the fall of 1963. Thanks to the Quincy Loopers, speeds in D hydro increased by almost 30 mph literally overnight. In the early 60’s a 75 mph D hydro could run up front. Most racers ran round-nosed hydros and 2-blade propellers. (Photo is of a restored C Looper owned by Frank Novotny.)
So as you can see here, there was a ton of new technology coming forth in those days in two-cycle racing engines. The boat registration numbers and letter are also the namesake of my Instagram account too although nobody would know this. On a different note, there’s a 30% chance of rain and 66F forecast for today. Happy Tuesday!
This morning I’ve pulled some photos from deep inside the archive. Are you a deer hunter? Neither am I, but my dad has hunted since he was a boy. There are several deer on his office walls. That cloudy Michigan sky was taken along the road I used to live on, and don’t I look so handsome going for the Nikon selfie! I flipped the image since it was backward in the mirror. Have a great week, friends!
Memories of Michigan, memories of Nevada. Two different worlds in my life.
One photo has three different versions which show a different mood. I could get more of these today as it’s still raining and gray, but I never drive on the wet roads. These people can’t even drive on a wet road, I’d like to see them try driving on a slick Michigan winter road, ha! Since it rains so little here, the roads have ample time to collect engine oils, grease, or anything else that could add to the slick road surface. When it rains, the sirens always follow.
The sky dropped rain on the city yesterday on-and-off through the day. It was raining when I hit the sack last night and it was still raining when I awoke at 5:45 this morning. And it’s still raining as I type these words, the rain tapping on my dining room skylight is a pleasant sound. A sound I rarely heard here in the Mojave Desert.
A reminder of where I come from where rain is a frequent visitor. I captured the icy scene in my backyard yesterday afternoon as small hailstones tapped on the skylight which makes a very different sound than does the rain.
I feel a bit lonely this morning. Living by yourself isn’t a lifestyle for everyone, usually, I am fine yet the rain also can augment that feeling of being cut off from the family. This feeling never stays around long, the day is young.
Man oh man have I been bored all day! A short joyride broke it up a bit but not enough. I thought why not grab the iPhone and take some random photos around the home and drop them in my photo apps on the MacBook. What apps are on the phone? Pro Camera, the stock camera app for the device, and Lenka for strictly black and white photos. Just for fun on a gray, dark, and cool day. I hope you have some happy sunshine where you are!
At a McDeath drive-thru this morning (i eat that shit very rarely), both lanes were very busy as it was not too far from noon. A woman in the car ahead of me was obviously deeply involved in something on – you guessed it, her phone. She should just glue the damn thing to her face! I noticed that the cars ahead of here were more than a car length at least, yet she couldn’t pull herself from that phone.
I didn’t want to blast her with the real horn that my truck has, not a squeaker like in those foreign cars, so I shouted out the window saying “can you move up!” She had the Gaul to give me a shitty look. Back at ya, wench. So rude. People in this city can be so terribly rude and arrogant at times and I’m frankly sick to death of people like her.
Younger folk today were not taught by their parents to have manners, so it seems. It’s not nearly enough to have me decide to move back up north to the crappy Michigan weather though. I really like this place, sans the asswipes!
In other very interesting news today haha, I received yet another spam call today. They are becoming more frequent recently, hello, Block List! The calls are usually about an expired warranty on my vehicle, but this time I was told by a robotic voice that my Social Security is soon to be canceled! What? The government simply does not make calls like this and how sad is it that some people actually fall for this scam.
I received an actual call from my dad down in Florida a bit ago, we had a nice chat, talked about his heading home to Michigan next month and about the vaccine. His shots were two weeks ago and he feels fine, yay! I’m still waiting… I mentioned the spam call about Social Security, and guess what? He received the very same call today!
I mentioned that if the damn government wants to do something good for we the people for a change, how about tracking some of these turds down and stomping them out? My sister has also received this same call. One thing is for damn sure, the freaking viral pandemic has not put one tiny dent in the evil things that some human beings do.