Write a letter day

They don't have that here, as far as I know, but they should.
When I have to write a letter, I normally do not put Bic to paper, I use a bamboo quill I made about 25 years ago.
It looks a little like this:

Well, exactly like this. That is it. 

And then I put quill to paper. 

It's that time of the month again

I can't seem to get my hands on The Freeland Progress until after the first of the month.
Which means you have missed out on Vegetarian day, custodian worker day, Name your car day, Smile day, and so much more.


01) Vegetarian day
02)  Custodian worker day
03) Smile day
04) Name your car day
05) Do something nice day
06) Come and take it day
07) Bald and free day
08) Touch tag day
09) Egg day
10) Angel food cake day
11) It's my party day
12) Moment of frustration day
13) Skeptics day
14) Dessert day, take an extra helping or two
15) Paperboy day
16) Dictionary day
17) Wear something gaudy day
18)  No beard day
19) Evaluate your life day (this must suck. They should share this with Drink a whole bottle of wine in the kitchen by yourself day)
20) Brandied fruit day
21) Babbling day
22) Count your buttons day
23) Nut day
24) Bologna day
25) Punk for a day, day
26) Mincemeat day
27) Navy day
28) Plush animal lover's day
29) Hermit day
30) Candy corn day
31) Increase your psychic powers day

New hobbies

Well, fall is here, and soon winter. As I prepare to be ensconced, I need something to do. It's like I have nothing to do all day.
I thought about knapping.

Well, not the kind of napping I have been doing since January, I kind of want to get away from that.

Knapping is the art of chipping flint to make an arrowhead.

But what if you don't have flint?





Well, Thank you Budweiser.

 Start with a bottle of Bud light Platinum

Cut off the bottom,

Here is the blue glass,

Now, turn it into this:

And then turn that, into this:

Only problem I see, is you have to drink the Bud Light first, and eat the BBQ second.


Sometimes we all have to make sacrifices.


(I would have put more dry rub, and then more sauce on that hog, but the recipes for both are for a later blog)


Ok, Ok, I know grilling season is over, but you can still use this in the oven.

4 Tbs Paprika
1 Tbs Chili powder
2 Tbs Cumin
2 Tbs Brown sugar
2 Tbs Salt
1 Tbs Oregano
1 Tbs Sugar
2 Tbs Pepper
1 Tbs Cayenne Pepper

Mix that all up, put it in a mason jar, and sprinkle it through a sieve over meat, like a pork roast or something.


Then uncork something good.


Oh, you don't use the whole thing on one dinner, unless you are cooking a buffalo or something.

Save the rest in the mason jar in the spice rack for later.

Getting hitched

Well I hear the young 'uns back in the old neighborhood are starting to get hitched. As well they should.
Plans are being made, arrangements set, and all the trappings for a blissful wedding.

Except one thing.

Nobody does weddings like the weddings in Freeland.

We have wedding bowling.

 

You are not going to get that kind of nuptial fun in Connecticut or New York.
You think Danbury Duckpin Lanes (7 East Hayestown Road) is set up to handle Duckpins and a wedding reception?

I think not.

Saturday in Freeland.

What to  do on a Saturday in Freeland?

Well, you could ruin a good set of tires, for one thing.

It all skittles™ and beer, until someone blows out a tire.

Seems like this is a regular event, here in Freeland. Who knew?

Well, that's about it from Freeland this week, mostly boring this week, although the trees have started changing colors with alarming speed.

So you can watch people ruin tires, or do nothing but watch the leaves change color.




Or, you could respond to an email from an old pal, let him know you are still alive and doing the Freeland thing. Here is a photo of "El Roy Du Blockbuster™" Rick, C. 1995

Burn bridges, destroy the past.

If you don't burn bridges, and destroy the past, it is likely to come back some day when you least expect it.

And it will not be fun. The chickens, they always come to roost.

I think it was Geoffrey Chaucer, in 1390, that said it best:

And ofte tyme swich cursynge wrongfully retorneth agayn to hym that curseth, as a bryd that retorneth agayn to his owene nest.

What he was saying, in a nutshell, some things are like shooting an arrow straight up in the air during the night.

Not a good idea.

My point; not destroying certain evidence, before entered into public record, also not a good idea.

If someone finds something, and is poking his/her nose where it does not belong, then starts asking a lot of questions, this is called "discovery".

This investigative process named "discovery," is because it often turns up facts and documents that were previously unknown -- to at least one party to the lawsuit.

Or kids, not involved in a lawsuit at all, but who were looking through boxes in the attic they had no business opening in the first place.


And began asking questions.


Several questions.



Because they came across this gem.



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C. 1986
At work,  Hangar C-1, Westchester County Airport.

Just another day.


'course I didn't actually fly the planes.

Only just during my flying lessons.

I did pass all the tests I took back then though.
Note the little white happy-face just above Buck Wheat.

Random thoughts

Ok, so this animated garden gnome, Guy Fieri, has a TV show, "Diners, drive-ins and dives"

Well.

Good luck with that, Guy.

When was the last time you got food poisoning and went back for seconds?
I must have dined at Swanky Frank's 20 times or more after I got laid low from the scallop sandwich. Didn't stop me from going back.




 I have lost count of the number of greasy spoons I have enjoyed over the years, one of the best, Rosemary's Texas Taco up on Rt. 22

Best burritos ever.
Only a buck, if I remember. She had photos on the wall of her selling tacos to Mick Jagger, Jimi Hendrix and Andrew Warhol. And a bunch of other 60's freaks I did not recognize. 

Last time I was there the Health Department made her move the monkey... but I noticed the parrot was still there.

 How many restaurants can boast that fact.  

"The Health Department made me move the monkey"

Sometimes it's interesting to see just how bad bad writing can be. This promised to go the limit. I wondered what a handwriting expert would make of that childish scrawl of hers...She sat coiled up like a watch spring, her cigarette clamped in a curious holder. I could sense her eyes on me from behind those dark glasses, defying me not to like what I read, or maybe begging me in her own proud way to like it. It meant so much to her. It sure was a cozy set-up. That bundle of raw nerves, and Max, and that dead monkey upstairs, and the wind wheezing through that organ once in a while.

Sunset Boulevard (1950)
 
Next thought; when we first moved here, we paid $85 for 100 lbs. of lp gas. Next filling, $75 for 100 lbs. Today, $65 for 100 lbs. of lp gas. If this is due to fracking, well go ahead and frack away.

Sometimes I think that stuff that goes on here in PA would not go over so well in places like New York or California.