I'm certain this prognostication is genuine and meant specifically for me, but sometimes those Mandarin translators get confused, mangle punctuation, and add too many words or letters. As a renowned Anglo-Sino scholar, I Enigmatically deciphered the true and correct message:
He/she probably meant "cheerful outlook, your a$$".
Today I hear people telling of t-shirts saying "I survived the gas crisis of Thursday". Nonetheless, some stations are still devoid of the flammable liquid. A guy told me his GF's car was on fumes and the nearby Exxon was dry - could he run Tru-Fuel 4-cycle to get to another station. I advised him it was an expensive work around, but that yeah, they could do it.
On my way home, I saw another Exxon that had regular unleaded at $2.59. With my needle just making it to 1/4 tank, but not much travel planned over the next few days, I stopped in and added 2-3 gallons, and thought of this song:
There's a better recording of this song, but I didn't locate it on the u-tubes.
If you're not familiar with old water pumps, the parable may not make much sense. In the olden days, the sucker rod of a pump used a leather washer to create suction to draw the water up from the ground. After a period of dis-use, the washer would dry out and wouldn't create a seal - hence no water would flow. In the parable, a parched traveler happens upon a pump in the desert. An old timer - Desert Pete - has left a bitters jar (think vanilla extract or other flavoring bottle) of water with which to wet the leather, under a rock. The traveler must decide whether to drink the water - taking the small, but immediate gratification - or have faith and use the tiny bit of liquid to 'prime the pump' and loose all the water he can use. The lesson is two-fold, having faith, and paying it forward by leaving the bitters jar for the next traveler.
As I was readying for work this morning, a normally market-wise radio commentator was fielding calls about stations charging $4-5 per gallon for gas. He was indignant about the "gouging". Some caller said "I can understand 10-20¢ more during the shortage, but not those prices." I really had thought the host had more market savvy than that. (I also heard from one of the doctor assistants yesterday that a friend of hers reported a Boyd retailer charging $4/gallon.)
To be clear, I'm not condoning collusion by retailers to drive prices higher, which is anti-competitive. But, if, in the face of a perceived outage of a commodity, a retailer over-reaches and sets prices 'too high', he/she may retard the depletion of the scarce goods, but risk alienation of buyers, and/or - in the case of a gas station/c-store, diminish sales of 'add-on' purchases (drinks/snacks/candy). In my experience this afternoon, the station where I stopped ($2.59/gallon) had correctly judged the market, about 6 of its 8 pumps had customers, and presumably some of those customers went inside to buy other items. Down the road, I passed a QT that I have often frequented. I don't know if they had or hadn't raised prices, only that there were no cars there, because they had no gas. At the other end of the spectrum, I suspect that a retailer charging $5/gallon or so, in the age of social media, would immediately become a market pariah, selling only a minimal amount, and squandering future goodwill from customers. The market works.
In the fractional reserve system of banking, there's a similar calculus at work. The entire banking system is premised on the notion that everybody doesn't withdraw all funds at once. If that were to occur, they system collapses, because the assets are illiquid, at least beyond the typical reserve requirements. Nonetheless, within the envelope of prudent management, and intelligent customers, the system works.
Away from economics now, I caught part of Micki & Maude last night on the rerun channel. The story, of course, is of Maude (Amy Irving) - a concert cellist - who gets caught up in a web of deceit with multiple baby-daddies. No, wait, that's a different story. Maude is impregnated by Rob (Dudley Moore) because his wife Micki (Ann Reinking) is reluctant to have children. As fate has it, both become pregnant, and end up in the delivery ward at the same time, assuring that hilarity ensues. I had forgotten that Wallace Shawn and André the Giant were in this movie (though not in the same scenes), which was filmed a couple of years before they appeared in The Princess Bride as Vizzini and Fezzik, respectively.
I have been enjoying articles about the Light Attack Experiment aircraft that are being developed or modified for a world in which F-22s or F-35s are just too much dog for the fight. The F-16 was initially designed for this role, and still performs it well, but there are many countries and missions where even it is more aircraft than is needed. I can see this airplane being useful on our southern, and even northern borders - in the event that Bob & Doug McKenzie try to sneak in without bringing the requisite complement of a few cases of Molson or Moosehead...
A youngster at work is studying photography. I was surprised to hear that he is planning to create a darkroom in his house. Apparently film endures, at least a bit. There is also chick at work who is studying design, and pretty much typifies the millennial fascination with selfies, some of which she ropes me into.
When I was about 11-12 years old, I had a Vivitar or Beseler enlarger, and blacked out the bathroom that joined my room with the spare bedroom to create a darkroom. Oh, those wondrous days of Pan-X and Tri-X film!
This morning I had routine blood work done. The lady doctor said my A1C dropped 0.2, and my triglicerides were 86. She told me to keep doing what I'm doing (few people tell me that...). This was only my second or third visit to this doctor shop since my insurance changed - one funny [to me] difference between this and the prior doc store is that this one has a simple aluminium electric urn with hot water, plain white disposable cups, and jars of freeze-dried coffee (one Folgers, one Kroger store brand). Although I always enjoyed the fancy-schmantzy pouch type (not Keurig) coffee and pseudo SB cups at the other place, it warms my heart to see a frugal medicine practice.
They also ran some test on my sympathetic and para-sympathetic autonomies. I dunno what that means, but they let me go home on my own recognizance, so I guess my autonomy is OK.
Of course, having fasted since last night, and because of the good numbers, I figured I needed to raise my cholesterol and caloric intake (I'll probably have tilapia and green beans for dinner), so I went down the street to the golden arches for a burrito breakfast. Fun fact: Even though my little town has grown explosively over the years, I knew people at about half the tables there.
When I was at the McD, I noted two or three patrons (who were not
among the people I knew) wearing neckties, and waxed a bit nostalgic for
the days when I did the same. Later, at the resale shop, I scored a new
Arrow tie for 37.5¢ (Thursdays are 25% off), and a cool safari shirt
with epaulet loops, for like when I have to command some anti antifa
forces or whatever, for $3.00.
Also at one of the resale shops, the guy [about my age] who checks electronics in was playing some heavy metal stuff that was wafting into the store. I thought it was kinda Black Sabbath-ish, and I heard him telling a young volunteer there, that "they included one song like this on each of their albums". Intrigued, I poked my head into the testing room to wait for the punch line - the song was by The Osmonds. I had no idea.
It wasn't this one, but he also played this, after, from his playlist:
Are they using George Clinton's tailor?
Overheard a young man today telling someone his parents were divorced. The older one replied "I'm sorry to hear that." The younger one continued, "No, it's cool. My dad remarried and my mom is bat-s*** crazy. When I was in the service in [country sort of between Iran and Pakistan], she opened credit cards in my name."
I used to enjoy John Stossel on ABC's 20/20. He has, of course, since left, and does other commentary. They replaced him with John Quiñones doing Candid Camera-type pieces to catch people being politically incorrect, insensitive, or somesuch (initially, some of the scenarios were OK, but the bits sort of 'jumped the shark' at some point). Anyway, now comes Stossel arguing against price controls during natural disasters - just letting the greedy capitalists and corporations stick it to the poor, tired, thirsty masses with $5 water bottles and other inflated commodities.
So now I am in the position of saying...I don't disagree with Stossel. His reasoning (NPI) is spot on. Prices are the information vehicle by which we allocate scarce resources, to try to allow/ensure a steady pipeline of such resources to reach the marketplace. In today's semi-socialist culture, it's heresy, but I'd like to think that a couple of generations ago, most Americans would have easily discerned that artificially manipulating the market is not a good thing. Before they ran out earlier today, stations in my town were at $2.49 for regular unleaded. Maybe higher prices would cause some motorists to ponder how much travel was necessary, and possibly hold off purchasing more than needed, while those who had pressing needs to travel would find the pumps stocked, albeit at a premium (again NPI) price. Retailers who raise prices are not punishing drivers, only seeking a price point that will ensure that there is some fuel available - motorists ultimately make the decision as to how much their travel is worth, and purchase accordingly.
Local news stations, eager to get the 'scoop' on one another, have likely exacerbated the gasoline situation by showing long lines at the pumps, resulting in a herd mentality that has caused many to shut down for lack of fuel. My tank is closer to E than F, but I'm not anticipating much driving in the next few days. If it comes down to it, I'll ride my bike instead of driving for light grocery shopping and such, and cancel any non-essential trips.
ComKev often notes that he weeps for the species. I get that. A woman bus driver in our nation's capital had a cup of urine thrown on her because she apparently wasn't Paul Harvey enough in telling a rider to 'have a nice day'. When I first read the article, I naturally wondered, "Who the heck carries a cup of urine around with them?" The article explains that she had collected the, uh, specimen en route and apparently didn't want to let it go to waste. It's not just the politicians who are crazy in that town.
Sometimes I think about the small town where I was born. If you drove the DeLorean to West Fourth Avenue in, say, 1959 (before I was born), with a current FWST or a tablet wtih Fox News or somesuch, they would not believe what has happened to the world. Of course, the locals outside the pharmacy soda counter might try to arrange a clandestine contest between Patrol Officer Fife's cruiser and the DeLorean.
Fourth Avenue was the main business thoroughfare - angled parking on each side of the street, no center median - and all of the important community activities were based there: Banks, furniture store, grocery and drug stores, insurance agency, 5&10, hardware, Chevrolet dealer, movie theater, and filling stations. And of course, the old High School and churches, including the one my parents got married in (a couple of years after they'd graduated from the HS).
I took a virtual tour of the street this morning on Google Maps. Some of it looks outwardly the same, but most of the businesses are gone or changed. A resale shop has retained the 5&10 sign of the store I frequented as a kid. A couple of doors down was the insurance company where my grandmother worked part-time - I can't tell from the picture if there's a business operating there now. My grandparents weren't wealthy, but they were well-known and respected around town. I can remember being amazed that my grandmother would send me to the grocery store to pick up some incidentals and I didn't have to pay any money (they put it on her monthly account) - it didn't work like that at the Kroger in Irving.
One thing that made me smile was that the old spiral slide in the city park seems to still be there. As a kid I was endlessly entertained on that slide.
Shifting gears - a co-worker who's almost ten years older has shared with me that he's prepared a set for open mic night at a local nightspot. I was quite impressed with his proposed setlist: Gentle on My Mind, Sloop John B, and Tomorrow is a Long Time. He's even working on an acoustic Hotel California.
Speaking of Hotel California, I recently packed a sack lunch/dinner and traveled east of TX-360 to wish a Happy Birthday to one of its composers (and Dallas resident) at the AAC:
Seven Bridges Road (ft. Schmit & Walsh)
That Old Flame
When I Stop Dreaming
Talkin to the Moon
One of These Nights
I Can't Tell You Why (Schmit)
End of the Innocence
The Last Resort
Just Ain't Enough (duet Patti Smyth)
Heart of the Matter
Everybody Wants to Rule the World (TfF song)
Leather & Lace (ft. Stevie Nicks)
Boys of Summer
Rocky Mountain Way (Walsh & Schmit)
Life in the Fast Lane (ft Walsh/Schmit)
Hotel California (ft Walsh/Schmit)
All She Wants to Do Is Dance (Stevie on tambourine)
Birthday (Beatles song, ft. Nicks, Walsh, Schmit)
The show ran nearly three hours, with no intermission of encores. Opportunities for Donald Hugh to rest his voice came in the form of Timothy B. doing I Can't Tell You Why, and Joe Walsh's Rocky Mountain Way (probably the best version I've ever heard), along with the Smyth and Nicks duets.
During church this morning I thought of the last week's sermon intro about all the strife going on in the world (Korea, Charlottesville), and this song, albeit by the Carpenters, flashed through my head. While curating a copy for this post, I found this pre-Burton Cummings - but including Randy Bachman (later of BTO) - Guess Who version:
Not that I'm going all Rodney 'Can't We All Just Get Along' King or anything.
Marlin Perkins and Joan Embery would have felt right at home at my church this morning. It's decorated like the Rainforest Café for a multi-week series called Wild Life featuring lessons from Romans 12, and today we had a joey and some lizards in the lobby.
I often confuse Jack Hanna for Jim Fowler, or vice-versa.
I would have loved to watch them getting this CJ in the lobby...
Because it was the kickoff of a new sermon series, there was a special
musical piece opening the service. Our staff likes to take popular
culture themes or references, and place them in a spiritual context (in
some cases, Pastor Brandon calls it 'redeeming' a song). Today, our
P&W band - replete with white-robed angelic choir - performed a
knockout version of I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, better
than the U2 version. (Sorry, Keith...)
At the end of the service, they played Steppenwolf's Born to Be Wild on the PA...
I saw a guy with this image on a t-shirt today, and it made me chuckle:
Although, I'd like to think of Fred R. as more of a Garand, M1 Carbine, or M-14 kinda guy.
Beyond the jest, there's possibly a deeper message to be had here. When the OCT activists were carrying their ARs and AKs around Arlington and Fort Worth a couple of years ago, I thought they were idiots (even though I favor the open carry option), likely doing more damage to the cause they purported to support. Similarly, there are quite a few folks who feel compelled to protest and counter-protest (just pick any issue). Often, this results in a rumble tantamount to a Sharks vs. Jets meeting - or worse, maybe Crips and Bloods? - with no one ideology's adherents appearing in a positive light. Back to the point, I've no intention of parading around the public square with either one of my pea-shooters ;-) trying to shout my opinion louder than the other guy. But, like the t-shirt, if the fight comes to my neighborhood, it may be met with steely, walnut - and maybe some polymer - resistance (sort of reminiscent of the Gerry Spence jackrabbit story).
Couple of weekends ago, I had an afternoon of open-sighted entertainment, featuring this gem:
Rolling Thunder - At home on the range...
The Six Flags Corporation has decided to wimp out remove all non USA flags from its theme parks, because some snowflakes might complain about the inclusion of the Confederacy's flag. While I recognize that they are a non-governmental entity, it's not a 1A issue, and it's certainly their prerogative to display whatever banner(s) they wish, it has the feel of a whitewashing effort. Perhaps no kid ever learned any history of Texas from visiting the six themed areas of the park, under the banners of old, but sure as hell none will now as it's become a paean to a host of - however lovable - cartoon characters. How long before they banish Yosemite Sam and Elmer Fudd under a zero firearms imagery policy?
I'm waxing my longboard - I think the tide surge will be at Burleson by 4:00 p.m.
Right after lunch, I think I'll head to Cabela's or Bass Pro to get a pontoon houseboat.
Can you believe the left's nitwittery in the wake of the President's Paris pull-out?
California's Governor Moonbeam vows that his state will honor the Paris accord, and that he is planning a new beachfront Governor's Cabin on Mount Whitney. On the plus side: Southern California's water woes will be gone.
Rather than just listening to idiot talking heads and celebrities' opinions, I decided to go to the source regarding the Paris accord:
The Paris Agreement’s central aim is to strengthen the global response to the threat of climate
change by keeping a global temperature rise this century well below 2 degrees Celsius above
pre-industrial levels and to pursue efforts to limit the temperature increase even further to 1.5
degrees Celsius. Additionally, the agreement aims to strengthen the ability of countries to deal with
the impacts of climate change. To reach these ambitious goals, appropriate financial flows, a new
technology framework and an enhanced capacity building framework will be put in place, thus
supporting action by developing countries and the most vulnerable countries, in line with their own
national objectives. The Agreement also provides for enhanced transparency of action and support
through a more robust transparency framework. Further information on key aspects of the Agreement can
be found here.
Highlights mine. The paragraph is the second of Essential Elements of the U.N. document describing the FOCU. Note the sidebar entry on the left titled Climate Finance. It describes the mega-bureaucracy to be created to transfer wealth from - can you guess who? - to...well, based on the current U.N. model, we can pretty safely assume that little or none of it would ever be constructively employed in mitigating any climate issues, real or imagined.
The reason that world leaders are pissing and moaning about this action, is that the U.S. has, in one stroke, signaled that it will not strait-jacket its economy while simultaneously providing a huge piggy bank to tin-pot dictators and globalist bureaucrats.
Fun irony: The former POTUS criticizing the action. If the former's action had been ratified by the Congress, instead of executive fiat, the current POTUS could not have singlehandedly withdrawn it. (IMO, even though I hold Congress in low esteem, I still think they'd have had the sense to reject this albatross, which is why the arrogant former POTUS joined by EO.)
And speaking of the Congress, the circus blogger suggests that Texas might be better served by a full-time legislature, apparently because that model seems to be working so well for the U.S.
Every time I mow, I murder more than a dozen fledgling oak trees, formed from my ADD [hey, look, a human!] squirrels forgetting where they left their nuts.
New Orleans recently removed several old statues because they were 'racist', honoring War-Between-the-States/Civil War figures. Now emboldened, the progenitors of such actions are now demanding that LSU remove the obviously racist tiger as its mascot.
And the brain-eating amoebas seem to be emigrating west to Texas. Houston activists - or community organizers or whatever - are demanding removal of a statue of Sam Houston in that city. Hoss, this *stuff* is about to get real. This is Texas - you don't spit into the wind, unmask Clayton Moore, or *mess* with Sam Houston. Editor's update: The supposed protest action may have been fake news.
Which President was governor of two different states? One of my favorite trivia questions.
Embroidered back of a shirt I got recently for 25¢ - 'selfie-ing' over the shoulder is difficult.
Don't forget to Keep Austin We...irr...[bubble]...rr...[bubble]...
I'd like to find a chick - OK, a woman - who would like to go to church with me, kayaking, ride bikes leisurely (not hard-core mountain or road riding), occasionally go camping/glamping; an art fest, museum, or antique store (or Canton) from time to time, target shooting a couple of times a year. A weekend here or there in Galveston (fishing off the pier), Caddo Lake (staying in a swampside cabin), Robber's Cave State Park, or Turner Falls. MWSP would even make the list.
Although, I would not want her to be Liza Minnelli.
When I was thinking about this post, the voices in my head were debating between Christopher Cross and Stephen Bishop (although I never watched the movie that featured this song):
I've long said that - with some notable exceptions - other artists coaxed the best from Dylan's compositions. The definitive version of this song, IMNSHO, is from Baez' outstanding 1975 tour double album From Every Stage (following the release of Diamonds & Rust). But the Youtube of it (that's on my bike riding playlist) just features some hippy-dippy still images and sub-titling.
Now, New and Improved, with Seven Whole Grains and the World's Smartest Trained Fleas!
While I have the best hopes for MAGA, there's part of me wondering if we're not already to the bread and circuses phase of our nation's existence. Neither political party seems to have the citizens' interests at heart, and governance has become a farce. Popular culture is little more than an open cess-pit.
No shame, no solution No remorse, no retribution Just people selling T-shirts Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus And winning, winning, winning.¹
... Ah, it's open season here my friend
It always is; it always has been
Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.
We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday
And though we're running out of everything
We can't afford to quit
Before this binge is over
We've got to squeeze off one more hit
We're workin' it
But, the barons in the balcony are laughing
And pointing to the pit
They say, "Aw look, they've grown accustomed to the smell
Now, people love that sh*t
And we're workin' it".²
I may not be virtuous, but I try to avoid those things which I believe lack merit, and to live - as Socrates taught - an examined life.
In other news, I am pleased that Justice Gorsuch has been confirmed, made all the more sweet by the protestations of the likes of Chuck Schumer and Dianne Feinstein. As many more intelligent than I have said, the SCOTUS picks are where the game's at for this administration. Sure, there are other important matters, but absent a Constitution-respecting Court, the Republic is as good as lost.
John O'Hurley has a one-man ode to a time when society had standards. I respect that.
Flautist James Galway was on Carson show the other night with harp accompanist. He is very talented, even if he didn't play Can't You See/Thick as a Brick/Sing Child, or even, I suppose, Stairway.
Humbly recommended by introspective, cultured bloggers.
Although I carry the Nivea to work nearly every day, the Gold Bond Ultimate with Aloe, B, C, E and CoQ10 is probably a better restorative for my hands.
Journey is being inducted into the Rock and Roll HOF. According to my demographic, I should be a fan, but for some reason, other than owning a copy of Infinity (I think), and liking two or three of their songs, they never really turned my crank. Chacun à son goût, n'est-ce pas?
How 'bout dat? I've now managed to use four languages in the creation of this post. And I've not even gotten to the Spanish yet.
As a kid, I was probably in a Sears store 2-3 times a month, usually with Dad to get tools. And, I think we always had a catalog in the house. It's painful watching the once great company die a slow death. I would love to have a reason to shop with that firm, but in the present tense, there is no compelling value proposition to do so, whether at their retail locations or online.
I don't know if this is just Fox News whipping up stupid stories, or if the Left is really into this sort of mental onanism, but what possible talent does Chelsea Clinton bring to politics?
Just last blog-post I mentioned Trading Places, then the next night on Carson, Eddie Murphy was a guest, with - wait for it - a clip from Trading Places.
On the radio the other morning, Jody Dean said that his colleagues in the studio begged him to play Xanadu in connection with mentioning her appearance at Verizon that evening. Xanadu, seriously? His co-workers must be twits - Please Mister Please, or Have You Never Been Mellow, or even one of the Grease numbers would've better captured the essential ON-J.
It would be the same as characterizing Neil Diamond by playing Forever In Blue Jeans, or maybe that stupid duet with Barbra Streisand.
I've pretty much confirmed that the curators for MeTV choose Carson re-run episodes to coincide with current events. For the past few days, they've run shows featuring Don Rickles.
I've mentioned before that as an adolescent, I was a fan of the likes of Redd Foxx, George Carlin, and Richard Pryor. These days, I find I don't care to watch the old clips of Carlin (except in Bill & Ted) or Pryor (excepting the Wilder collaborations). But Rickles' work seems to hold up well.
Mystery woman absent from recent dreams, but a few nights back there was a very odd sequence in which I was attempting to secure the rights to publicly perform Words, an old Bee Gees song. No earthly idea where that came from. I don't think I've even heard that song in decades.
Sometimes the juxtaposition of disparate art forms is pretty funny:
Starry, Starry Wars...
¹/² The Garden of Allah, Workin' It - Henley et al
When the time changed last month, it was probably the first time ever that I had actually changed all of the clocks beforehand. A couple of them updated automatically by satellite signal, and of course my phone didn't need any intervention.
The folks in Britain have it considerably more difficult¹:
Do you know how long it takes to reset each henge?
Que Sera: Supposedly new information reveals that singer/actress Doris Day is 95 years old - two years older than previous radiocarbon dating had indicated.
Until a couple of weeks ago, I didn't know, or had forgotten, that her late son, record producer Terry Melcher was connected to the Sharon Tate murders. Melcher and his girlfriend Candice Bergen had rented the house from Rudy Altobelli before Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski. Melcher had severed ties with Manson and declined to back his imagined musical career. Even though Manson knew Melcher had moved out, he instructed his lackeys to kill the subsequent residents as a signal to the record producer.
Back in the good old days, I enjoyed coming home from work in time to watch the evening network news - I think then the anchors were Jennings, Rather, and Brokaw. I happened to be able to catch this evening's news, and most of it was bad: North Korea misbehaving, St. Petersburg bombing, looming nuclear option to confirm Judge Gorsuch. On that last one, if that's what has to be done to confirm him, so be it, but it's a damn shame that first-class a-holes like Schumer & Feinstein are trying to 'Bork' this nominee. I watched a clip of Al Franken sounding like a blithering idiot, which, considering, is probably unremarkable. Would that Al Franken were in that gorilla suit at the end of Trading Places instead of the U.S. Senate.
An American classic:
Imagine the compliments: "That's a mighty fine Woodie you got there, Mister!
The world has gone to the, you know, the plural of what DJT allegedly like to grab, to wit: A four year old was suspended from pre-school for bringing a spent .22 rimfire casing to class. I probably noted this in a prior post, but I once carried a .22 auto-loading pistol to class in my bookbag, where it stayed during the school day in my open faced locker at the back of the classroom. No malicious intent, didn't brandish or show it to anyone. Different times.
BoN guy recently had a post about punctuation, positing that the period ending a sentence should be followed by one - not two - spaces before beginning the next sentence. The article he referenced was well written and documented, and made a compelling case for why this should be so. Nonetheless, I prefer, and shall continue, to use two spaces following the period. Period.
Speaking of BoNer: I thought his Chuck Berry tribute post - a nearly half-hour clip from the musician's appearance on the Tonight Show - was one of the most enjoyable I have seen, as it combined Chuck Berry with the great Johnny Carson.
Another odd dream a few days back. I was riding shotgun in a large delivery van that had been semi-converted to a motorhome, but still retained sliding front driver and passenger doors, and an opening door at the rear. My oldest son was seated at the dinette at the rear of the coach/van, with the back door open behind him. A vaguely familiar woman was driving, and, as the wind was blowing past my open door, I was fiddling with the radio, which looked a lot like the radio in my college-era Datsun. On two of the preset buttons, set for what would have been 92.5 and 98.7, they were playing Henley's Waiting Tables, from Cass County. I'm not sure if that song has had radio airplay or not.
The next morning, my old buddy from high school called to invite me to join him and his wife to attend Henley's 70th birthday tour stop this summer at the AAC.
Leaving the grocery store a few evenings ago, the stunning new black Civic in front of me bore decals of Darth Vader and a Storm Trooper at the lower left and right corners of the rear window. Its license plate frame read "My other ride destroyed Alderaan". Mmmkay. Alderaan, schmalderaan, I'm thinking the dude needs to take his Adderal.
A couple of days later, walking across a retail parking lot, a car with a license frame reading: "My other vehicle is a TARDIS". I had to ask someone what a TARDIS is, although I was able to deduce from the other festoonery on the car that it was a Dr. Who reference.
The roads are getting infested with nerds. If they're not texting, they're probably playing 7 Mages while driving. Weep for the species.
For the record, I am pretty sure there are some games pre-loaded on my Android phone. I have never played one. Ever.
A few weeks ago, I purchased a Classical Forest CD featuring nature sounds superimposed over classical music standards. Very nice for bedtime.
Picked up laundered shirts the other day - 5 shirts were about $7.00. Ironically, two of those had been purchased in a group of six (actually, one was a goose down jacket) that I bought for $6.
This looks like an awesome fun combination:
If you've read my scribblings here much at all, you know I wasn't much the fan of the prior administration at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. But at a recent speech, the former VP opined that he "could've won the  election", and I have to agree. Certainly, parsing the statement, one notes that he hedged by saying "could've" instead of "would've", but in this case I think the case can be ably made that his chances would've been better than 50/50. Not that I would've voted for him, mind you - just that his would've been a stronger candidacy than HRC's, a point that I made long before the election.
I'm in most aspects supportive of the current POTUS, mainly in the sense of restoring the U.S.'s competitiveness, and reversing some of the nitwittery that's plagued us, in some cases, over the past two decades. Not a fan of his support for civil forfeiture (may have been more ad hoc than policy-driven). I think it may be expected that he will operate to a degree like a bull in a china shop, which hopefully will break up some of the sclerosis plaguing our governance.
A young co-worker has loaned another co-worker his copy of Dead Pool, so that she can see the unicorn scene. I've been told what it's about, but have no desire to see for myself.
A few Saturdays ago, I woke up, let the dog out as per usual, then addressed my own morning constitutional, when I tactile-ly noticed a crusty deposit about my left nostril. Upon checking into the looking-glass, I found that side of my face smeared with dried blood. So, I returned to my bed-chamber, where I saw my pillow had about a 5"x7" glistening sanguine patch. Apparently, I'd developed a spontaneous nosebleed maybe an hour or so before awakening. It looked as tho' someone had been murd'red, but a cursory examination showed that I had not shot myself. The next morning, I awakened cautiously. The [new] pillow was clean, but I experience a brief drip on the way to the throne room, which quickly subsided. Thankfully, no recurrences since.
I had placed the gimme t-shirt I was wearing in a bucket of cold water to try to rinse it out. A few days later, doing laundry, I was amused by the irony that the shirt was from Carter Blood Care.
My current two-wheeled adventures:
Mystery woman graced my dream again last night. We were visiting a resort center near Bartlesville, Oklahoma. I think I know why she was in my dream, but I have no idea why it was at that venue.
For those who do analogies, or might be preparing for the SAT/GRE, here ya go - Don Henley : MWB :: U2 : BoN
The Grandfather of Rock-n-Roll has died, but what a legacy he left.
As an avid, devoted reader of liner notes, I had apparently long since forgotten that (You Never Can Tell) C'est la Vie from Emmylou Harris' Luxury Liner LP was a Chuck Berry tune.
On my day off this week, I went to Cabela's. On leaving, I was about to open my vehicle door when I noticed a hornet under the door handle. Being a stud macho kinda dude, I was unfazed and simply took my key and brushed it away from the door handle. It flew away from me, and I got in the SUV without incident.
I think even before the Presidential inauguration I wrote that we were in for a bumpy ride, and that has sort of been the case, although some of the crazy has subsided. Still, there's the ongoing saga of the travel hiatus. What's curious and puzzling to me is that we've seemingly arrived at the point where a relatively obscure appointed Federal district judge wields equal power to the elected Chief Executive.
If nothing else, this administration's term should be a bonanza for political science departments and political junkies, as it explores the disruption of the status quo and possibly long-observed conventions that may or may not have been Constitutionally based.
My personal view is that the judge's order will fail. Having listened to some qualified legal minds, it appears that the jurist is extrapolating far beyond the scope of the EO to find a basis for stopping it.
There was a documentary on PBS last night about the composing duo of Burt Bacharach and Hal David. Of course, their careers were intertwined with Dionne Warwick's, who came to their attention as a backup singer when the Drifter's recorded the duo's Mexican Divorce. Having owned Nicolette Larson's eponymous debut album with that song on it (also featuring her Neil Young penned hit single Lotta Love) since it was released, I had no idea - or had once again long forgotton - that the song was Bacharach & David's.
From the bullet points on #2 & #7, one might think I was getting old. Nah...
For a brief time in the mid '80s, I was a fan of (not-quite-yet Mrs. Bacharach) Carole Bayer Sager's Sometimes Late at Night, mostly penned with her future (and now ex-) husband. The album was kind of interesting as every song segued into the next, without a pause between songs.
Note to self: Referencing the '80s probably not helping with the aging thing, yo.
Choking me stop you.
Coming home from Cabela's, I saw that one of my favorite resale shops had "All clothing $1". I figured it'd be pretty well picked-over, but stopped in anyway. A half hour later I left with a Tactical 5.11 heavyweight canvas shirt, a desert camo BDU shirt, an Orvis fishing shirt, Austin (Academy) short sleeve outdoorsman shirt, black mock turtleneck, and a goose down jacket - all for $6. All the items were virtually indistinguishable from brand new.
Even though as conservatives, we may think we're in the process of righting the ship, there's still plenty of mush-headed thinking going on out there. Just waiting for them to subpoena Dr. Zaius.
This past week I received perhaps the most surprising text ever, for me at least.
My dream woman did not favor me last night, but I had an interesting dream sequence in which I was riding in a pack of mountain bikes. While riding is one of my regular activities, I can't recall having ridden in a group of bikers.
Good use of old street signs...at least temporarily.
I’m supposed to respect my elders, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to find one now.
Despite the melatonin tablet, the woman who has been appearing in my dreams recently had only a cameo appearance last night. Sigh.
I was at two dollar stores today, and in both cases forgot to buy a flyswatter.
Driving past an EECU branch tonight, I noticed that they still (Thursday), had not changed their time and temperature sign to reflect DST. That would not have happened on my watch.
An independent filmmaker has debuted his supposed documentary at SXSW, positing that the guy whose death in Ferguson, MO, precipitated the BLM movement, did not actually rob the convenience store, but was/had just engaged in some friendly weed bargaining. This would be considerably less idiotic if: 1) It were true; 2) The full convenience store surveillance sequence - about four minutes, not just thirty seconds - was used for the premise; 3) One ignores that the store did report a robbery. In any event, the proximate cause - OK, the only cause - of the miscreant's demise, was that he reached into the police cruiser's window to try to snatch the officer's weapon. That sort of thing is generally considered a poor choice.
Of course, there is a not inconsiderable portion of the population that will embrace the fiction, as well as many who will use it to try to foment racial unrest.
A TV commercial offers NightView glasses for night driving. Best I can tell, it's the same concept that 20 years ago was marketed as BluBlocker.
I got up early today to go to traffic court, making a mental checklist of nearly a half-dozen school zones on the way. About a half mile from my house, I realized it was Spring Break. I got to court with a half hour to spare. I also had made arrangements to come into work late, but ended up arriving a few minutes earlier than I normally do, even after grabbing a McD breakfast burrito.
Speaking of McDs, my very first experience at the arches was at an old style location on the west side of Tulsa in the late '60s or very early '70s. I can remember when they built one on Story Road in Irving in the early '70s. When I was in college, McD was in my after-class rotation, along with BK, Taco Bell and Bueno, and Whataburger, resulting in my peak avoirdupois of about 215 imperial pounds.
Somewhat like Wal-Mart, I think McDonald's to a degree fell victim to its own success. Although some of the criticism leveled at the fast food chain is arguably deserved, my impression is that they have made strides in adapting their menu to changing nutritional sensitivities, as well as upgrading their image beyond the clown theme to the point where you could almost feel comfortable having a casual business meeting there. Well, sort of.
About 7 years ago, I got serious about shedding some excess poundage, and went from about a 208 average, to the lower-mid 190s. For the past three or so years, I've been in a fairly consistent 175-177 range, which is commensurate with my height and bone structure. I'm no Jack LaLane, but I don't have any regular aches and pains.
One of the lines from last weekend's sermon that's been marinating in my mind this week is: "Comfort, pleasure, power, control, and respect are not inherently evil, unless employed or enjoyed with the wrong motive."
On a street in Colleyville, I passed many new McMansions scattered among older ranch-style homes. Almost all of the new builds had small ponds or water features, averaging about 20'x40' in the front yard. I guess if they have fish in the ponds, they won't become mosquito incubators, right?
The latest Russian relationship seeker to troll my email inbox bills herself as "Irina Honest", 29 years old. Honey, to quote Donald Hugh, "You're looking for a younger man - not me."
The ladies at work seemed to think my dream quote to the mystery woman about never stopping having conversation was sort of romantical. Maybe she'll grace my dreams again tonight.
The Donald's words of wisdom for today: "At the end of the day...it's midnight."
There is a guy at my work who is about 6' 5" with a full beard. So, of course, I good-naturedly refer to him as Bigfoot, Sasquatch, Paul Bunyan, and Chewbacca. He seems to be cool with it.
The state Senate today approved a 'bathroom bill'. I have to admit I haven't gotten too caught up in this issue, but, knowing that it was some kind of a thing, I did a double take at the dentist's office a couple of weeks back. The new patient form had a line that read "What do you prefer to be called _______ Male ___ Female ___". After first thinking, YGBKM!, I realized the first underline was for a nickname.
There is a horsefly the size of a DeHavilland Beaver on the mini-blind above my computer monitor, and I do not have a flyswatter handy.
I sometimes take a melatonin/vitamin B, or melatonin/valerian tablet before bedtime. Recently I had a really odd dream where I had a Unimog truck, and the storyline also involved a woman I know, but I don't recall the details on that thread. Then, a couple of nights ago, most of my family (kids, parents, ex-parents-in-law) were aboard - but not airborne - what must have been a jumbo jet (747 or A380) that was configured like a hotel lobby. There were lots of Asians. The family did not know I was not going on the trip (and I don't know where the trip was going). A woman I know (same one as in the other dream) approached to pull me aside, asking, "can I have a conversation with you?" I replied, sort of Casablanca-like, "Never stop having conversations with me."
I could sorta relate one of the dream's elements to some communication I'd received the prior day, but the rest was a mystery to me.
An attorney blogger always makes a fuss whenever there's a murder case without the body having been found. While I understand the premise, here's something he should keep in mind, should he ever do such a case (I don't think he actually does murder cases).
At a courtroom in Oklahoma a man is on trial for murder.There is strong
evidence indicating guilt; however, there is no corpse. In the defense's
closing statement the lawyer, knowing that his client is guilty
and that it
looks like he'll probably be convicted, resorts to a clever trick.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a surprise for you all," the
lawyer says as he looks at his watch. "Within one minute, the person
presumed dead in this case will walk into this court room,"
he says, and he
looks toward the courtroom door.
The jury, somewhat stunned, all look on eagerly. A minute passes. Nothing
happens. Finally the lawyer says: "Actually, I made up the previous
statement. But you all looked on with anticipation.
I, therefore, put it to
you that there is reasonable doubt in this case as to whether
killed, and insist that you return a verdict of not guilty."
The jury, clearly confused, retires to deliberate. Within only a few minutes
later, the jury returns
and a representative pronounces a verdict of
"But how?" inquires the lawyer. "You must have had some doubt; I saw all of
you stare at the door."
Answers the representative: "Oh, we did look. But your client didn't."
Awhile back, some grain/pantry moths hitchhiked their way into my kitchen in some dry dog food or bulk seeds. I've been having a devil of a time trying to eradicate them. Finally I ordered some tacky strips with bug attractant from the big orange home center. I opened one last night and placed the lure as directed. Within just a couple of minutes, it looked like Woodstock hippies flocking to a free LSD kiosk. I've also been throwing out any flour-based mixes in the pantry, which I disposed of in the hundred acre woods when I took my bike ride.
Silly youngsters at my work (not the carwash) did not know this song, so I was teaching it to them yesterday:
The thought occurred to me this morning: I wonder if [Dallas residents] Don Henley and GWB - who only live about a mile apart - ever run into each other at the grocery store or restaurants?
I also wonder if that woman (from bullet item #4) will be in my dreams tonight.
I've got a boatload of notes for a full-length blog post, but my muse seems to be on holiday.
It's no secret or surprise that I enjoy curating memories of the 20th century. Specifically, I have as of late, been watching several TV reruns.
On the weekends, The Magnificent Seven television series - which ran about two seasons (22 episodes), has aged well. It probably doesn't hurt that I enjoy the Western genre. The Young Riders, running three seasons in the early '90s, is also decent, although I haven't watched as many episodes.
All In the Family still scores well on my list, as well as Carroll O'Connor's later work on In the Heat of the Night. I enjoy an occasional episode of Sanford and Son, but am less enthusiastic about The Jeffersons. I don't remember having much of an opinion about Maude back in the day, but I absolutely loathe that show now. I will sometimes watch both episodes of Wings when it follows Carson.
Now in its second year of syndicated reruns, The Tonight Show (only the Carson-hosted episodes, from the mid-'70s to the show's end) is still a fun watch, even if some of the initial novelty has worn off. Most evenings I'll try to catch the monologue, as kind of a time capsule of where the culture was at that time, and continue watching if there are some interesting guests.
Last week I saw Leno's first stand up routine on Tonight, which aired March 2, 1977. Interesting to note that just 10 years later, he began guest hosting, and five years after that had it for his own.
This past week, the classic episode with Robin Williams and Jonathan Winters was on again, and last night Billy Crystal, air date uncertain, showed just how uptight our culture has become. In his segment, he was wearing a shirt with an Indian head on it, and he did some schtick about a Texas TV wrestling announcer who called out a Mexican contender with references about stealing his TV, then later imitated midgets running in the circus. Of course, this wasn't done for shock value, it was just funny, but what struck me is that if he were to do the same performance today, 95% of Hollywood would demand his head on a platter.
Took my daughter to the carnival last night. We rode some kind of superman ride, flying through the air face down,
the Alien Abduction centrifuge ride, aerial chair swings, and the Ferris
wheel. Each time we go, I'm reminded of how blessed I am - yes, she's a teenager now, but as long as she enjoys hanging out and riding the rides with Dad, I'm going to savor it for all it's worth.
I felt kinda like Aykroyd and Chase in Spies Like Us...
No political commentary today. I'll resume solving the world's problems...next week.
The other day I made a Juggalo reference over at ComKev's blog. Later I found this:
Maybe he can wield a Presidential hatchet instead of a gavel.
I had kinda used the Juggalo bit as a throwaway gag, but it got me to wondering what actually animates the Dark Carnival. I found this article. While it may espouse some opinions I don't share, it offered some interesting insights.
It was recently suggested to me that men who voted for DJT/against HRC did so because "she represented the brainy/wonky/nerdy girl in high school or college who had rejected their advances." I can't necessarily disprove that, but I do know lots of people - including men - who voted against HRC, and none has offered even a hint that they were motivated in that fashion. I also know many liberals, some of whom specifically stated they were voting for HRC solely because she could be the first female President.
The lawyer blogger is hopped up on the notion of the new administration unraveling. Although he may ultimately be correct, I'm not convinced. To me, it appears to be the inevitable growing pains when the opposition party takes office. Given that much of this administration comes from outside of government, I think it's to be expected. To make sure I wasn't being hypocritical, I went back and checked my posts from 2008 (both pre- and post-election day) and found only a half-dozen mild references to BHO out of 53 posts.
I think I've made clear before that I'm not a DJT fan, but in the main, I'm not troubled by his track record thus far, with these exceptions:
He should lose his penchant for Twitter.
he [DJT] actually supports widespread asset forfeiture/confiscation, he
is wrong. (So far, this doesn't seem to be any more than a random
remark, not an action item, but if he takes a position supporting or
expanding CAF, it would be very disappointing.)
It's been interesting - and somewhat surprising to me - to see the degree to which the Left seems to be losing its senses. After generations of attempting to connect and portray the GOP as KKK sympathizers (when historically the organization was a Democratic outgrowth), modern leftists are adopting similar tactics by donning masks and disguising clothing while creating mayhem and violence.
I don't think I'd ever seen anything before about wine being vinted in underground cisterns:
It's said to be lined with beeswax
I saw this car pull up while I was walking across the home center parking lot:
I went to one of his concerts, in 1987 I think, with Chaka Khan, at the old Starfest amphitheatre at Park Central. It was a lovely summer evening, picnic basket and blanket, open T-tops on my 280-ZX and my date with her bare feet out the window on the drive home.
Just to be clear, my date wasn't Chaka Khan. Mr. Jarreau was performing with Ms. Khan. My date was a nice girl from my church, and I didn't get to do anything to impugn her reputation.
For reasons unknown, I've started listening - at least having the radio on - on my days off. The WBAP guy in the post-morning drive slot seems reasonable. At mid-day, the Limbaugh show starts. As I've come to regard El Rushbo as a mostly bombastic entertainer more than a talented observer/analyst, I don't engage too much in what I hear. The syndicated late afternoon Mark Levin program though - that guy seems seriously unhinged. He gets combative even with callers who appear to agree with him.
My very favorite grocery store cookies of late have been Kroger's Pecan Sandies. I bought another brand a while back but found they had an unacceptable ratio of shell fragments. I wonder if Durham-Ellis (successor to Fort Worth's Ellis Pecan Company) supplies the bakeries that make Kroger's cookies.
A North Main icon since the 1920's
Last night I made sure to check the western sky for Venus and Mars in conjunction with our lunar neighbor:
Internet stock photo
But, I observed the moon and planets from my driveway, not the sports arena:
Commuting to and from classes from Euless (later Grapevine) to Denton every morning in the early '80s, my Maxell UDXL-II recording of Wings Over America got lots of play.
There's still much hand-wringing over the airport detentions of 109 immigrant travelers last weekend. Also, quite a bit of wailing and gnashing of teeth. The fact that there can be, and are, protests in this country is a healthy thing. But it might be instructive for those proclaiming the apocalypse is nigh to have some perspective. The United States government detained 109 persons this past weekend, for a few or several hours. No detainees were hanged from a gallows. No detainees were lined up against a wall and shot. No detainees were beheaded by machete. No detainees were sprayed with sarin or mustard gas. No detainees were held captive for 444 days. This is not to trivialize in any way the angst experienced by those travelers or their families and loved ones, only to set the context straight.
As seen in multiple EU countries, as well as some events here in the U.S., there are real threats posed to Western civilization. Unless one has access to DHS records and methodology, it's hard to know whether prior vetting was or wasn't adequate. And some will say that the sudden implementation of the detentions was disruptive. However, if the threat is real, the defense must also be real, and decisive. Monty and Ike didn't call Rommel on May 31 and say "Hey, we're planning a beach party in Normandy next week", and HST didn't cable PM Suzuki on July 31 to tell him to look for a B-29 fly-by in a few days. Instead of talking about a solution, DJT pulled the trigger. Maybe it will appear clumsy in hindsight, but it demonstrates a bias toward action - details can be worked out as we move forward.
Senate Democrats are debating whether to try to block the SCOTUS nominee in retaliation for last year's block of BHO's pick to replace Antonin Scalia. While I'm not displeased that last year's candidate is not now sitting on the SC bench, I have attempted to show that there's no hard feelings by buying Sienna a couple of $2.50 cans of Merrick premium dog food. ;-)
WBAP's Brian Estridge is hosting a trip to Germany and Austria, which will include Kitzbühel (just about an hour west of Zell am See, where I skied in 1974) and Neuschwanstein Castle ("New Swanstone", said to be one of the inspirations for the castles at theme parks in Anaheim and Orlando). If I found $6000 in the sofa cushions, I'd probably sign up for the tour. But even if I don't, it gave me a great idea for my ED product: "Reclusive Bavarian King Ludwig II's erection of the Neuschwanstein Castle was completed in 1886. If you're no longer feeling like the king of your castle, try Lite Lift for a Neuschwanstucker!"
Abstract metal sculpture of Schloss Neuschwanstein
The photographer's reflection needs to go on more bike rides...
I'm trusting my readers to recognize the Young Frankenstein reference.
Here's an odd: At an intersection on my way to work is a sign for a dating website. Next to the parking lot at my work is another one. But, so far, I've not seen any other of them around town.
On Carson last night (original air date 8/24/88): The Republican convention just concluded, Johnny took a studio audience applause meter poll for Bush/Quayle vs. Dukakis/Bentsen. The audience preferred B/Q to D/B by a 2:1 ratio.
Colleges today are no place for diversity of opinion . Snowflakes at UC-Berkeley are in full conniption mode over the thought of a conservative speaker on their campus. I don't expect Gov. Moonbeam to react like a real Governor would have, and did.
Thanks to having repaired my bike tyre, I've logged two rides this week.
You can almost imagine Ted Koppel coming out of retirement to cover the Trump presidency. (Editor's note: I actually liked Koppel.)
The loony leftist blogger was less apoplectic than I would've imagined this morning, given the events of the weekend. BTW, the voices in my head (AKA the focus group) have suggested hiring him as spokesperson for Lite Lift (see yesterday's post): "Even in a fit of malaise, Lite Lift helps me remain the hardest working man in show business!"
I've started listening to the Amon Carter station (WBAP) again in the mornings. Today, in connection with the immigration detentions, Stubie Doak ran a parody song about a fictional 'Achmed Flanagan', to the tune of an old Henry John Deutschendorf Jr. song. Yeah, the same tune that Pinkard & Bowden expropriated for 1989's Libyan on a Jet Plane. Readers of dis here blog will of course remember that P&B's Richard Bowden is an East Texas boy who - at the invitation of The Gambler - relocated his band Shiloh to Los Angeles. Creative differences split the band and the other main member joined up with a Detroit guy and a couple of others to form a pretty successful outfit. In 2015, Bowden's former partner's CD Cass County, named for their childhood home, debuted at #1 on the country charts.
Caliexit: Voters - I guess that would include just about anybody (men/women/gender neutral persons/citizens/passersby) in that state - have until July 25 this year to collect just shy of 600K signatures to force a referendum regarding whether the Golden State should secede. Don't know exactly where Gov. Moonbeam stands on the petition, but I would posit that most of the English speaking supporters of the effort howled with derision when former Lone Star Gov. Goodhair hinted that Texas might do the same a few years back.
Note to Sacramento: Do it! The remaining United States will thank you, profusely. You do recognize, of course, that your prospects of going it alone successfully are a fraction of Texas' potential, so you'll maybe want to form alliances with Oregon and Washington. But beware, outside of your coastal counties, your Bible and gun toting America sympathizers (you know, the productive people) will turn coat on you. Even the Mexican Army will not be able to defend a border (with or without a wall - to keep people in) more than 75 miles inland. And the United States will retain a port easement attachment to Riverside County, and port access points in Northern Cali, Oregon, and Washington. With the savings to the national treasury from offloading you dingleberries, we might even purchase British Columbia.
Here's an odd: With Trudeau's Canada inviting the refugees that the U.S. is vetting, why did terrorists shoot up a mosque, murdering 6 people? BTW, there is no excuse for the mosque burning in Victoria, Texas. The perpetrators of that crime, whether they're found to be rednecks or Munchausers, should be held to account equally.
I read somewhere that there were some recent actors' awards. Did Chuck Schumer win one for his teary performance?
People at my work think I am a coffee-holic. What they don't really know is that I pour the remnants of my Central Perk size green tea into my Sub-Zero travel mug when I get to work, and once it's gone (30-45 minutes later), I refill it with coffee. Occasionally I will top it off during the day to re-warm it, but in most cases my total consumption is less than 1-1/2 12 oz. cups per day.
The WBAP guy whose show runs in what was once Mark Davis' time slot this morning said what I wrote yesterday, that the United States is not the designated solid waste treatment plant for all of the world's human detritus. He didn't say it exactly that way, but the idea was the same.
Since LBJ, by design, our nation has been dying a death by a thousand cuts, accelerated in the past couple of dozen years. Like MzChief over on the lawyer blog, I don't care for the current President so much, but he seems to be committed to action to restore the America that's been lost. It won't be easy, and it won't always be pretty. Remember Jack. T. Colton re-engineering Joan Wilder's Italian pumps in order to facilitate the journey to find the treasure...