-
Multitudes Missing
Post Rapture Journal – Page 1, originally uploaded by grabbingsand. Spent some quality time in the garage today, deciding what was treasure to keep or junk to toss. I threw away so much. Lots of old letters, particularly. If I haven’t read them or re-read them in over five years, then why not let them…
-
One Guy, Many Nights
It’s Guy Fawkes Night in the UK, though it would appear that health and safety divisions are keeping a watery eye on most festivities. As I observed too briefly four years ago, Bonfire Night is becoming obsolete. Even the city of York, birthplace of the wanna-be revolutionary/terrorist, is forgoing the festivities entirely. It’s too expensive,…
-
Wayback Machine – Destination: 2002
Yesterday, my iPod and my iTunes had a fight. All of the gory details are detailed elsewhere. In the end, I reinstalled iTunes, reformated my iPod and as of this morning, all is well. I’ve much fewer songs on my iPod, only the tracks I really wanted to have today, but the rest of the…
-
Elvis Souvenir Editions
“Elvis” Souvenir Edition (08/21/1977), originally uploaded by grabbingsand. The week that Elvis Presley died, the Chattanooga News Free Press (so-called before it merged with the rival Chattanooga Times) did a special pull-out section dedicated to the late King of Rock and Roll. A week after, they printed another pull-out, this one twice as long. A…
-
Time-Traveling Via Microfilm
Fall is here. Summer may snap back in a week, but for now, humor me and let me believe that fall is here. Some of my fondest memories of falls long past center around Saturday mornings and afternoons spent in downtown Chattanooga. When I was in high school, a term paper assignment was a license…
-
Six Years Difference
Last night, I talked to my cousin for the better part of an hour. Via phone, she went along with me to the drugstore to pick up a prescription. Then I/we went home where I paced about the kitchen, doing dishes quietly with my free hand. They’d piled up a bit in the sink. These…
-
Godspeed, Endeavour
Tonight, twenty-two years later, teacher / astronaut Barbara Morgan gets to fly. You know, it hasn’t been a long time. [1985] was just yesterday. It still feels like just yesterday. As we go through training now, those memories still are there with me. For example, when we go flying in the T-38s (and we do…
-
The Keen Observational Powers of a Seven-Year Old
The other night, I had to stop by the drugstore. Pollen pervades still, so the supply of Allegra must be maintained. So I went. After picking up a few items from the shelves, I wandered back to the pharmacy area and waited while a pair of other customers sought assistance and paid for whatever. As…
-
And Now We Are 35
Me & My Guitar, December 1978 Originally uploaded by grabbingsand. Twenty-nine years later, I still can’t play guitar. I took rather good care of that first guitar, the one with the red sunburst and a white pickguard. It had no case, but instead a sturdy, triangular long-box made out of corrugated cardboard. What it was…
-
Deliberate
And so, it carries right on. Weather permitting, jury duty shall continue tomorrow morning. We’ll pick it up where we left off this evening. Right now, all of you should be very thankful that still I cannot discuss any particulars. If I could, no screed limit would hinder me. As it is, let’s just have…