Dangerous weather.

How did I manage to schedule a 9 a.m. meeting and a 10 a.m. haircut on the one day of the week that usually belongs entirely to me? God knows. Anyway, because time is fleeting, a quick hop to this week’s Embarrassing Photo. Me, nervous on a mountain:

I don’t trust these damn things. This is in Wyoming, Brokeback Mountain country, 1992. We were trying to get into Yellowstone Park, but the east entrance was closed. Why? Because — and this is where the mistrust comes in — rain and 70 degrees in Cody translated to snow up to your butt in the mountains between us and the park. This photo was taken a few days before the summer solstice. What you can’t see in the picture: I’m wearing shorts.

But that’s not the embarrassing part. The embarrassing part is the curly perm. Thirty-four years old, and I still hadn’t learned.

I’ve been a flatlander all my life. I don’t care how pretty it is; I can’t get comfortable in a place where you can fall off the earth and die.

Off to my meeting. Sorry for the big file size. One of these days I’m going to get another copy of Photoshop and its fabulous “save for web” setting. Have a great weekend.

Posted at 8:42 am in Same ol' same ol' |

65 responses to “Dangerous weather.”

  1. Connie said on June 5, 2009 at 9:15 am

    I would recommend a free download of IrfanView, which is quick and easy for changing file sizes and types.

    I had those same curls back then. Finally cut them all off in 93. When I look back at 80s fashion I wonder what we were thinking. Frizzy hair, levitating bangs, and those shoulder pads. I watched the tail end of Ferris Bueller on late night cable recently and burst into laughter when I saw Mom at the police station. Totally 80s.

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  2. coozledad said on June 5, 2009 at 9:16 am

    When I was visiting Yellowstone, I left our rustic tourist cabin in shorts and a T-Shirt for a brief walk in the seventy-five degree sunshine, and returned in a snow squall. I’ll bet they stack frozen visitors up like cordwood there.

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  3. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 5, 2009 at 9:23 am

    Looks like a back cover photo to me! But i can’t quite think of the title of the book; was it fiction or non-fiction?

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  4. alex said on June 5, 2009 at 9:40 am

    Wow, no kidding about file size. When I opened up the Comments, the picture grew so big I was able to see your pores.

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  5. John said on June 5, 2009 at 9:42 am

    Jeff, it looks familiar to me too, so it must have been fiction and probably involved several murders.

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  6. Julie Robinson said on June 5, 2009 at 10:18 am

    Some family members went camping in Yellowstone over a July 4th weekend. Woke up in the middle of the night to several inches of snow. Spent the rest of the night in the car, and got the heck of there the next morning.

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  7. Dorothy said on June 5, 2009 at 10:22 am

    I think this is a terrific picture of you. I’m not sure where the embarrassment enters in!

    I took a co-worker to Pittsburgh last Saturday. She’s been dying to try a Primanti’s sandwich ever since she saw them featured on some of the shows on the Food Channel. She’s a native Ohioan,too, and the hills just astonished her in the ‘burgh. She almost got dizzy up on Mount Washington when I drove up there to take pictures of the skyline. We turned off of Fifth Avenue onto Negley Avenue(for any of you fellow Pittsburghers out there, I’m pretty sure you can picture that intersection) headed to Squirrel Hill. She gulped “Are we going to drive up that street?!?!” I told her to close her eyes and she’d be fine. She thought the Mineo’s Pizza was worth the drive, too!

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  8. emma said on June 5, 2009 at 11:00 am

    Looks like an album cover. Nancy Nall, “Feelin’ Kinda Sorta.”

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  9. Sue said on June 5, 2009 at 11:29 am

    1. Love the frayed collar – people pay big bucks these days for that kind of fashion statement.
    2. Who needs majestic mountains when you’ve got the Great Lakes?
    3. I have a weird fear of heights that hits me on the ground, to the point that I can no longer visit large cities. My last trip to Chicago was a nightmare – I wanted to ask strangers to help me cross the street. I get the same feeling of fear looking up at a building that I have looking down from, say, a ferris wheel (no, I don’t go on ferris wheels anymore). Even keeping my head down and looking at the sidewalk doesn’t help. I’ve never heard of this on-the-ground fear of heights, but it’s surprisingly debilitating.

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  10. LA Mary said on June 5, 2009 at 11:30 am

    Waking up to snow outside your tent, or walking out of the movies into snow,are common occurences in the Rockies. Even though I lived there for a few years, it used to happen to me pretty regularly.

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  11. nancy said on June 5, 2009 at 11:31 am

    OK, size is fixed. “Feelin’ Kinda Sorta,” the new album by yours truly, will be in record stores next week. I’m especially proud of the Grand Funk Railroad covers. Flint pride!

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  12. Dorothy said on June 5, 2009 at 11:49 am

    I can’t stop laughing at “Feelin’ Kinda Sorta”.

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  13. Danny said on June 5, 2009 at 11:58 am

    For some reason, I’m thinking a cover of Neil Diamond’s, “Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon,” would be an awesome addition to that album. I’m trying to picture Nancy singing that tune in a false baritone voice.

    I don’t know why. It’s weird. It’s Friday.

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  14. Sue said on June 5, 2009 at 12:05 pm

    I’m not good at these things – someone give me the title of the hit single from “Feelin’ Kinda Sorta”.

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  15. beb said on June 5, 2009 at 12:09 pm

    Paint Shop Pro, now from Corel, started out as a clone of Photoshop. It’s easy to use, has lots of powerful features and costs half to a quarter of what Photoshop does. It’s part of my essential programs I install whenever I get a new computer.

    I surprised that whoever took your picture didn’t include your shorts in the frame. To me that would have been the punchline of the whole photo.

    Sue, sympathies on your vertigo problem. That really kills the fun of sightseeing.

    You can publish a book on Lulu.com for next ot no up-front money. Perhaps a best of your blogs titled “Feelin’ Kinda Sorta” with this picture as a backcover…. Come to think of it, Amazon has some kind of print-on-demand program. Then you could get your publisher’s cut of the profits AND your NN.C cut of any sales made your your gateway. Something to think about in your copious (LOL) free time.

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  16. Colleen said on June 5, 2009 at 12:19 pm

    Hmmm. I’m getting a lesbian singer songwriter folkie vibe from Feelin Kinda Sorta….

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  17. coozledad said on June 5, 2009 at 12:35 pm

    No solo album is complete without a cover of Skip Spence’s “Lawrence of Euphoria.” I know, because I intended to use it for the first track of my solo effort “I Will Kill You All and Hoard Your Shoes”. I’d alienated the few people willing to be backing musicians by that point, however, and the project died in its crib.

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  18. Jolene said on June 5, 2009 at 12:37 pm

    I like this picture too! You look young, sporty, a little cocky. Agree that a picture that showed the shorts would have been good, but you’d have had different attributes in that story. Caption: Another clueless tourist poses in late spring snow.

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  19. Dorothy said on June 5, 2009 at 1:25 pm

    Sue I’m not good at that stuff either, but I’m thinking a song on the album could be “Don’t Think I’m Lonely Just ‘Cuz I’m Alone.” Sort of fits in with the album cover, don’t you think?

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  20. Mindy said on June 5, 2009 at 2:04 pm

    Gotta do Alberta Hunter’s “My Handy Man Ain’t Handy No More” somewhere on Feelin’ Kinda Sorta. Maybe put it on the B side of the hit when it’s released on 45s.

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  21. Dexter said on June 5, 2009 at 2:24 pm

    We took a family trip to SF and LA in early June, 1974, driving out on I-80. The day before we went through, a giant snowstorm had closed I-80 for sixteen hours. Between Rawlins and Laramie we pulled off to the side of the road and had a refreshing snowball fight. Pretty rube-ish of us Hoosiers…after all, we had only had a few weeks of Indiana nice weather, but a Wyoming snow fight just seemed perfect, and it was.
    The cattle drive that crossed the same freeway out there was on a different trip.
    You just stop and wait until the cattle go through. Unforgettable, something to tell your grandkids about, which I did.
    Grieving for Koko Taylor, and also for the family of Nevaeh …just five years old..the Monroe sheriff was so professionally detached as he gave the presser…he did a good job as anyone could sense his heart, too, was breaking. A body was found buried on the banks of the River Raisin, and little doubt the autopsy will confirm it as Nevaeh’s .

    Also, word is that David Carridine auto-asphyxiated himself…found in a closet, rope around his neck, string around his testicles…72 and still needing that release.

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  22. Kirk said on June 5, 2009 at 2:29 pm

    And Carradine was in Bangkok. You’d think he could have just walked out on the street.

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  23. Sue said on June 5, 2009 at 2:46 pm

    To think that now he’ll be remembered for something even more tacky than Kung Fu.

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  24. MarkH said on June 5, 2009 at 2:46 pm

    Oh, come on, ya big wuss! The only thing I’d be nervous about is that YNP plow truck coming up behind you for another pass at opening the entrance. That’s because you are standing in the middle of US Hwy. 14/16/20, not into the entrance but not far from Sylvan Pass, either, where you are at about 8,300 ft. elev. as opposed to Cody’s 5,000 ft. Those piles make it look like it’s been through once already. Actually, as the weather patterns can change so quickly out here, that snow most likely disappeared as quickly as it arrived. Just before Memorial Day, the ice finally left Jackson Lake in Teton Park, but is still covering parts of Yellowstone Lake (1,000 ft. higher) as of early this week. Most of both parks are clear of snow, however. Lately it’s been raining here, highs about 65 deg., lows 30-35. Beartooth Pass highway (10,212 Ft) will have high snow walls into July. Here’s a Jackson Hole webcam potpourri with a couple of Yellowstone views:


    Next time, come south through Jackson on your way out, Nancy, for that long overdue beer. I’m always good for a few for any NN.Cer at Dornan’s in Moose. Nance has my email.

    EDIT — Not atypical for I-80 that time of year weatherwise, Dexter, but I don’t know of any place along I-80 they let a cattle drive cross. Although, you frequently see them blocking more rural highways, and running the other side of the I-80 right-of-way fence line.

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  25. nancy said on June 5, 2009 at 3:01 pm

    The problem with these autoerotic-asphyxiation incidents are the copycats. There are many corners of our sophisticated country where news of this practice has yet to reach everyone, and the details can be tempting. To whom, I don’t know, but you can look this up: When police departments get briefings on this — a necessary task, because they usually do the death investigations, and the difference between a suicide and an accidental death is frequently the difference between an insurance policy that pays nothing and one that pays handsomely — they are frequently followed by, um, sudden openings on the departmental staff. This happened in Huntington, Ind., a few years back; a friend of mine wrote about it.

    So keep your eyes on the police briefs. Carradine may have an impact beyond “Kill Bill.”

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  26. Dorothy said on June 5, 2009 at 3:02 pm

    Dexter – I just had a nice long phone conversation with a friend from South Carolina last night. She got to see Koko Taylor in concert just a few weeks ago. She was quite sad to hear of her passing. I’m going to have to check out some of her music. My husband is a big Blues fan.

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  27. Sue said on June 5, 2009 at 3:16 pm

    Oh yay! Mitch Albom’s got a new book coming out. It’s titled “Have a Little Faith”, and apparently came about because he asked himself the question “How does a nonreligious person like me do a eulogy?”.
    Next September we find out.

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  28. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 5, 2009 at 3:28 pm

    Please, God, no.

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  29. nancy said on June 5, 2009 at 3:36 pm

    And here I thought you were reacting to my comment about copycat gaspers. Snicker.

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  30. coozledad said on June 5, 2009 at 4:10 pm

    As many people these days who take the phrase “choking your chicken” way too literally, it’s a damn shame we don’t have Coronet films around anymore to instruct males in safe masturbation techniques. I can just see “dad” with his pants belted around his upper torso asking Jimmy where he thinks he’s going with the Hefty bag and hank of clothesline, or the tank of helium.
    “There’s only one reason to wear a necktie, son, and that’s to make yourself presentable!”

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  31. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 5, 2009 at 4:11 pm

    Well, yeah, that too. Had a series happen in my hometown when i was in high school (two junior high kids, then an adult, one week after another for a month), and a pair here in Ohio about five years ago. Plus i had a colleague who died the same way as Carradine, and the family actually preferred that it be generally understood that he killed himself. Whether it was because they just didn’t understand what they had been told, or out of shame, i never knew. So let us pray there be no copycats, truly.

    But i meant Mitch advising us all on eulogies. Oy. Vey.

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  32. Sue said on June 5, 2009 at 4:18 pm

    All right, who’s going to give us a fake Mitch Albom eulogy for David Carradine?

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  33. alex said on June 5, 2009 at 4:23 pm

    Sue, I’d oblige except I’ve read so little of his shit that I wouldn’t know how.

    News of the moment: Carradine may have had a little company. (Hey, that’s what people go to Bangkok for.)


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  34. paddyo' said on June 5, 2009 at 4:23 pm

    Ahh, Yellowstone in “summer”:
    National Weather Service’s take for the weekend/week ahead …

    Tonight: Rain showers likely before midnight, then scattered rain and snow showers. Some thunder is also possible. Cloudy, with a low around 34.New snow accumulation of less than a half inch possible …

    Saturday: Showers likely and possibly a thunderstorm. Cloudy, with a high near 48 …

    Saturday Night: Rain before midnight, then snow. Low around 31. Chance of precipitation is 90%.

    Sunday: Snow likely before noon, then rain and snow likely. Cloudy, with a high near 40. Chance of precipitation is 70% …

    Sunday Night: A 30 percent chance of snow, mainly before midnight. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 27 …

    Monday: A chance of rain and snow showers before noon, then a chance of rain showers. Some thunder is also possible. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 48 …

    Monday Night: A chance of rain and snow showers. Some thunder is also possible. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 30 …

    Tuesday Night: A chance of rain and snow showers. Some thunder is also possible. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 31 …

    Wednesday Night: A chance of rain and snow showers. Some thunder is also possible. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 32 …

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  35. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 5, 2009 at 4:35 pm


    It could be a beverage with creme de menthe, but a man wouldn’t drink that.

    Not a man who would pick up a red hot metal pot with his bare arms.


    In the fable, he sat around, while the busy, industrious ants prepared for a later, hungrier day.

    Not a character actor who would go to any exotic, tropical, scenic clime that called on his remarkable, almost magical talent.

    We were the grasshoppers, the learners at his feet, as he shared his wisdom with us (yes, often found at the bottom of a bottle, but always a very pricey, high quality bottle). Grasshoppers may jump out of the way as we mow our lawns, but this young grasshopper, never quite grown old and never, now, to do so, leapt right into the spinning blades of life, and calls us to follow him.

    Like grasshoppers, shedding our outer, harder layers to become something more gentle, more mysterious, more gentle (wait, i said gentle already).

    He died in the embrace of mystery, and maybe that’s the way it should be. I don’t want to go that way, but for him, it feels right to me. And so, with many of you, i bow low, not to the young grasshopper.

    But to a master.

    [Note to copy desk — could you have one of the night staff go through this and just clean it up a bit? I mean, leave in the voice and all that, but just trim off the redundancies and such, and if they could add some fill off the wire to double the length, that’d be great. Thanks, Mitch]

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  36. Sue said on June 5, 2009 at 4:43 pm

    Well, that brought a tear to my eye, for sure…

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  37. Catherine said on June 5, 2009 at 5:16 pm

    I welled up.

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  38. Dorothy said on June 5, 2009 at 9:10 pm

    Okay this has been the very best week ever at nn.c since I started hanging out with you guys.

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  39. Catherine said on June 5, 2009 at 10:14 pm

    Now I’m really welling up.

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  40. Joe Kobiela said on June 5, 2009 at 10:29 pm

    65yrs ago right about now, members of the 101st and 82nd airborne started jumping out of C-47’s at around 600ft. Into a black night full of gunfire. Most were 18 to 23 yrs old. One member remembered thinking as he jumped, his senior class was graduating from high school that day. Many gave their lives that night in France so we could have the right to debate on forums like this. Say a quick prayer to those “devils in baggy pant” as the Germans called them. Their debt will never be paid.
    Pilot Joe

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  41. coozledad said on June 5, 2009 at 11:05 pm

    My uncle Billy was injured in a glider about that time. He never knew if a proximity fuse shell exploded one of the plywood ribs beside his head, or if the Germans were using wooden projectiles to beef up their antiaircraft barrages. At any rate, VA physicians were excavating two inch splinters from his parietal scalp while he was dying of leukemia in 1962. All he knew, is when he came to in the wreckage of the glider, a German kid was giving him morphine. He told him in flat American English “Your people are going to be here in a minute. You’re kicking our ass.”
    He went into the war a misanthrope, and a hellion. He parachuted behind enemy lines twice. When he came back, he would tell everybody worried about the Russians, “Man, they’ve had plenty of suffering.”
    Billy was part of the army they exposed to nuclear explosions in the aftermath of the war. I wonder just how many of them died of blood cancer.

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  42. joodyb said on June 5, 2009 at 11:21 pm

    What Dorothy said at 38.

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  43. basset said on June 5, 2009 at 11:40 pm

    My father-in-law was a 12th Airborne trooper a few months after that, training for the invasion of the Japanese home islands… couple of years ago we were walking around his old family farm in Michigan getting ready for deer season and he pointed out a grove of trees that were planted the day he left, “to remember me by in case I didn’t come back.” And if Truman hadn’t given the order to drop a couple of nukes, he and quite a few others might not have.

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  44. basset said on June 5, 2009 at 11:49 pm

    The photo… I’m seeing that as the back cover of a vinyl LP, cropped square with the song titles stripped in over the snow on the lower left. A twelve-minute jam version of “Wang Dang Doodle” would have to be in there, along with “Stormy Monday” and “You Ain’t Woman Enough To Take My Man,” and the front pic would be a real grainy and contrasty color shot of Nance and her beat-up ’56 Stratocaster onstage in some brick-walled blues bar, working that slide way up around the 17th fret, making Robin Trower faces and slinging sweat over the first couple of rows…

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  45. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 6, 2009 at 12:07 am

    From a friend here in central Ohio — http://is.gd/PL3v

    If you click, make sure to scroll all the way to the bottom.

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  46. basset said on June 6, 2009 at 1:13 am

    Just for the record… Ike’s message to his army on this night in 1944:

    Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force! You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers in arms on other fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.

    Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle hardened, he will fight savagely.

    But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man to man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our home fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to victory!

    I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory!

    Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessings of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.

    — Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower

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  47. Dexter said on June 6, 2009 at 1:28 am

    Dorothy, that might have been the last Koko Taylor show, who knows?
    I became a fan 35 years ago, as I was expanding my Blues collection.
    Koko had two occurrences in her life that formed the direction of her career.
    One was moving to Chicago and marrying Pops Taylor, and the second was being exposed to the great Willie Dixon, who produced the first recording of “Wang Dang Doodle” 43 years ago. This led to the Chess recording contract.

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  48. Dexter said on June 6, 2009 at 1:34 am

    This link I am posting will be familiar to many of you. It is a fave of mine.
    I thought, for years, that this surely was a rural house they renovated as a recording studio, or was a boyhood home of one of them—some connection somewhere.
    As I recall, I read in Rolling Stone (probably) that the record producer sent a kid out to look for a deserted house somewhere close to downtown LA , to pose the boys on a front porch. The crew and the stars piled into a couple vans, jumped onto the raggedy couch, and within a few minutes, voila!—album cover.

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  49. Dexter said on June 6, 2009 at 2:01 am

    In case the big-news events kicked this off your radar screens:

    birth of Max Armstrong, son of Lance Armstrong. A report:

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  50. Danny said on June 6, 2009 at 2:19 am

    Okay, I’ve been away for a bit, but between Coozledad’s auto-asphyxiation PSA and Jeff’s Carradine eulogy sotto Albom voce, I’m a dyin’.

    Hilarious, fellers!

    G’night, folks. I gotta take my 80-something year old friend, Peter (old Bible teacher from Britain) to see a 70-something year old cross-dresser, Dame Edna, tomorrow.

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  51. Dexter said on June 6, 2009 at 2:34 am

    We’re HERE
    We’re QUEER!!
    And we’re havin’ a BABY!

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  52. Dexter said on June 6, 2009 at 2:44 am

    and thank god the grasshoppers haven’t arrived here yet…if i would have mowed a few all to flinders yesterday i surely would see haunting, blind eyes admonishing me in my dreams.
    wasn’t caine called “grasshopper” because master po could hear a grasshopper at caine’s feet that caine , fully able, could not hear, point being master po was not really handicapped by his blindness to a debilitating degree?

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  53. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 6, 2009 at 8:31 am

    Which reminds me of an old sermon illustration about the country fellow visiting his city brother, and as they walk down an urban sidewalk, he stops, turns, and crouches at the base of a streetside tree to point out a cricket. The resident brother says “wow, how on earth did you hear that among all the diesel rumble and car horns and street noise?”

    Country brother smiles and stands, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of small coins, and gently lofts them onto the sidewalk.

    With the light jingle of change on concrete . . . a dozen faces, some yards away, suddenly jerk around to face where they’re at, and two nearby people stoop to one knee to grab at rolling coins. The visiting brother turned and said, “You see, it’s all in what your ears are tuned to.”

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  54. deb said on June 6, 2009 at 8:40 pm

    jeff (TMMO), were you an ink-stained wretch in a previous life? i mean, you’ve got that shit DOWN, right down to the note-to-the-copy-desk ender. is there a gritty newsroom in your CV somewhere? i’m in awe…even more so than usual.

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  55. beb said on June 6, 2009 at 9:29 pm

    I heard that Pres. Obama invited a number of D-Day survivors to join him for the 65th Anniversary celebration. One of them, Jim Norene, dieded in his sleep after visiting the cemetery there. He was mentioned in Obama’s speech. Washintonmonthly.com mentions that he was gravely ill but chose to come anyway. I guess he wanted to say “Hi” to his comrades one last time before joining them.

    It’s been interesting to read the number of comments about D-Day today. There’s been so much more remembering today then there was on Memorial Day. My father assembled airplanes in Abadan island for the Russians; didn’t see combat as such. Still, he never talked about his time in the army.

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  56. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 6, 2009 at 9:45 pm

    deb — yep. SDX/SPJ even, long ago. And light tables and blue pencils and that dang strip tape that stuck to your shoes and watching them wheel in the first batch of monitors, one for each desk, and one color for each monitor. And pebbled black AP tickers with newsprint rolls and dinging bells. Which i saw them wheel out, and i wish i’d kept.

    But i never had a bottle of Old Overcoat in the bottom left drawer under a pile of clips, so i’m not *that* old.

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  57. Dexter said on June 7, 2009 at 1:19 am

    Old Overholt Rye Whiskey…a fave for sure…”Old Overcoat”? I love it!
    Studs Terkel wrote of keeping a bottle in his desk drawer but I can’t remember Royko mentioning if he did…Royko drank in the VIP “lounge” at The Billy Goat, of course.
    I’m sure some of you Chicagoans have eaten at Shaw’s Crab House on Hubbard.

    I was there the second weekend after it opened, and I had a shot of Old Overholt there before the Dungeness arrived. Oddly, years later my nephew worked there when he was going to Depaul U before he got the internship with the Mayor’s office.

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  58. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 7, 2009 at 7:22 am

    Thanks for . . . well, something, deb — dreamed of them rolling the light tables out of the Exponent offices, which i didn’t watch, but heard the layout editor complain about over Guinness’ the next day: “dang it, we may need those for something yet….”

    He was young enough that he went back to school, law school, and did just fine. He had a real touch with white space, which is not a valued commodity in current popular layout schemes (yes, Tribune, i’m talking about YOU).

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  59. JRG said on June 7, 2009 at 9:06 am

    Was just looking at photos of yesterday’s D-Day commemoration, which led me to the web site for the Coleville-sur-Mer American cemetery. There are 9, 387 people buried there. Amazing. And we were the victors.

    The numbers of dead in WWII are breathtaking. No matter how many books I read or how many movies I see, the sheer magnitude of the thing makes it hard to believe it really happened.

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  60. MarkH said on June 7, 2009 at 4:11 pm

    Back to “summer” in Yellowstone country for a sec.: This is the view from my friend, Darren’s, porch, just west of Wapiti, Wyo., about 20 miles east of where Nancy’s photo was taken. This morning 06/07, at about 8:00 AM.


    As Paddy’O said, rainy and cold all this week in the entire area.

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  61. Deborah said on June 7, 2009 at 5:14 pm

    Mark H, your link was unavailable to me. Should I feel slighted?

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  62. deb said on June 7, 2009 at 8:14 pm

    jeff (TMMO), i did mean that (No. 54) as a compliment. it isn’t easy to mimic a great writer, and i think it’s even harder to mimic a bad one. you can’t do either without some serious chops.

    i remember those light tables, too, and the wire machines (i wrote many letters to nancy on the backs of UPI stories), border tape (remember trying to cut the corners of boxes with x-actos to make perfect corners?), sheets of benday, and running all the copy through a waxer so it would stick to the page when laid out. how did all that become so unbearably poignant?

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  63. Jolene said on June 7, 2009 at 8:41 pm

    More on D-Day: The London Times has a collection of articles, including a number of contemporaneous reports that appeared in The Times and elsewhere.

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  64. MarkH said on June 8, 2009 at 12:20 am

    I checked the link, Deborah, still looks good. Don’t know if anyone else has trouble.

    The photo depicts lots of snow. Raining like crazy here now at 6200 ft., snow is accumulating now above 7500 ft., and is supposed to continue through the end of this coming week. Now, even I am irritable.

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  65. John said on June 8, 2009 at 7:56 am


    “alfonse22 doesn’t have anything available to you.”

    You have the privacy to friends only turned on.

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