Friday, September 22, 2017

Whizzing Through Marietta

A dog park friend, who doesn't know Marietta very well, the other day asked  for directions to Glover Street.  I gave him street by street directions and even told him to look or see little landmarks that I played at as a kid and even one place I pointed out that I was almost choked to death by a deranged playmate (a loose floor of the loft of a barn gave in and we fell, which changed the subject).
I was rather proud I was able to give directions through Marietta without using the Big Chicken as a compass.
The next day I asked him did he find his destination without any trouble.
He said he went by his GPS/Garmin instead and it didn't take him the same exact way.
I said, "What do you expect when you ask a native directions?  You get the scenic and historical route!!"

Anyway, here are some pictures of downtown Marietta I took yesterday at the Thursday lunch-time Brown Bag Concert.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Tom Price Being Scrutinized For Wasting Flying Money

Tom Price has been using private chartered flights spending thousands of dollars more than he had to.  He has always preached against wasteful spending.  Tch tch

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Throwback Thursday, The Jones Boys

Throw-Back Thursday.  This is the Jones men-folks on Anna's mother's mother's side.  Walter Jones is Anna's great grandfather Walter Vernon Jones (1873-1940).  Oscar, Claude, and Henry are Walter's brothers.  And Liman James is Lyman James their Jones first cousin. 

They lived in the Milton area near the Forsyth and Fulton County, Georgia, county line.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

The Uglier the More the Punishment

Here is something that bugs me.  I read in one of the UNLE JOHN'S BATHROOM READER books that the uglier you are the harsher your punishment will be.   It is a matter of statistics. That is what a research group in England found.

It  scares me.  I'm not the best looking apple in the barrel.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

It IsTalk Like A Pirate Day! AARRGGG!

Captain Hook, Captain "Teach" Blackbeard, or your just your regular run-of-the-mill CD, Music, and video Pirates.

Talk like a pirate today

Grrrrrr!  AARRGGG!


Monday, September 18, 2017

Wasilla, Alaska, Childhood Home of Sarah Palin (so we were told)

Wasilla Alaska:  The  train conductor/tour guide on our way to Denali told us this house was the childhood home of Sarah Palin.  When she grew up she was elected a councilperson of Wasilla.  Then higher offices followed.

No log cabin, no cherry tree, sorry folks. 

Sunday, September 17, 2017


Yesterday in Downtown Marietta was Streetfest.  I don't know if it is still on today or not.
I think Streetfest is/was controlled by the Marietta Museum of History.  The biggest draw-point was the antique and souped up cars.   If the Museum wanted to draw a crowd, it worked.  Sometime we barely had wiggle room.

These cars reminds of one time our Maple Avenue Methodist Church Explorer Troop camped out in our scout master's extended back yard on Polk Street Extension. During the day time we took a hike to Kennesaw Mountain. On our way, we came upon about a dozen new 1956 Chevrolets The public had not yet seen them.. We realized we were in James T. Anderson, owner of Anderson Motors, back pasture.

By the way, I was given a big hug by one of my blog's readers.  It is nice to be reminded that someone actually reads  She even brought up some fresh topics in the blog.  That proves she actually reads this shit!

Saturday, September 16, 2017

The top picture is (left to right) Merle Clark and Ruth Rainwater.  They were my mother-in-law Marie's Sunday school classmates. 
Merle died Tuesday at age 90.

The second picture is Darlene Zech and me at Anna's retirement party.  Anna and Darlene were co-workers.
Darlene died today.
Merle and I had a good rapport.  I think it is because we both were smokers that quit.  I think ex-smokers have a good rapport because they understand each other beyond words.

On the other hand, Darlene could not stand my smoking.  In the evenings she and I carpooled together to Kennesaw Jr. College.  We also had a good rapport, of course not because of my smoking, but because my drinking.  We played hooky and went to her apartment complex's beer parties.   One night an ex-nun drunk us under the table.  We liked to remind each other of that.
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