Yeah. I changed the layout of my blog. Honestly, I should probably care more about how my blog looks, but I have other things to do. So why’d I change anything when I, of all people, know damn well that change is bad? Because I wanted to make the text column wider. It was (for…
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November 1922. Washington, D.C. “Woman’s Bureau, Metropolitan Police Dep’t. Telephone calls bring prompt attention.” From Shorpy.com.
I’m not posting much here because I’m finishing my book. But I’ll be back in full force after November 8. It’s 5AM. Time for bed.
The human drama of survival in closed spaces, the utter boredom and brief moments of joy, the gathered crowd — why, there’s nothing like the minute-to-minute Twitter updates of my wife’s jury duty. Any moment now the doors of the metal lift will open and she’ll be sprung into the open air of Queens County…
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“Washington policeman Bill Norton measuring the distance between knee and suit at the Tidal Basin bathing beach after Col. Sherrill, Superintendent of Public Buildings and Grounds, issued an order that suits not be over six inches above the knee.” June 30, 1922. From Shorpy.
Incredible car crash caught on police dash-cam. But I’m really posting this because it’s the same car I had in Baltimore. Like the Bandit. But my car was white. And I was more Smokey than the Bandit. It was the last of Detroit’s metal cars. And I never crashed it.
Yes, I too was more surprised that a bunch of priceless paintings are housed in a Cairo museum that the fact that a Van Gogh was stolen. But get this: they didn’t steal the real one! According to an Egyptian source of mine, the real one was stolen a decade ago when corrupt American-supported dictator/pharaoh…
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We went on a “hidden harbor” tour Tuesday evening that went through NY Harbor and down to Port Elizabeth (by Newark Airport). Industrial decay… working harbor… good stuff! It was a beautiful evening. But as a harbor, compared to Rotterdam, it looks like Single-A. The guide said the biggest six harbors in the world are…
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It’s crab feast time of year. I’m off to Baltimore. Crabs will get ate. Beer will get drunk.