One weekend in the summer time in about 1963 we visited my Uncle Roy at the Clearpool Boys Camp in Carmel, New York, about 60 miles north of NYC. Clearpool is/was a camp for troubled youth in the city.
While everybody was in the chow hall, my two Navy buddies and I found a rope hanging from a tree at the side of a lake. We shed all our cloths but our skivvies (Navy talk) and swung on he rope our over the water and let go and splashed.
This one lump sum they have elected to send all taxable making under a certain amount, something like $90,000. Of course they are giving it to you so you will do your patriotic duty to up the economy and spend it. Drinks on the house! Do you think they are just giving it to you? Be careful. I heard hints they will ask for their money back next year when you pay your income tax. If that is true, and they demand their money back next year from the working class do you think they will demand money back from the corporations that also got a helping hand so they wouldn't go bankrupt? BIG FAT BONUSES FOR ALL EXECUTIVES!!
Here I stand, as casually, laid back, care-free, about 1963, in Greenwich Village, ready to make witty and/or comments of wisdom to people that pass by. I know they will think I'm a neighborhood beatnik.
Hmm, It seemed like they all cross the street to the other side just before they got to me. That's a shame, I had to gems ready.
The couple of days we were at seaside at Kittyhawk, North Carolina, it sure was windy. The car door almost sprung because of the wind, when we opened it, which hurt the Anna's arm. Man, was it windy! I bet you could throw a paper airplane up in the air and it would fly a long ways.
Which brings up the question did he Wright Brothers' flying contraption really fly on its own or was it carried away with ever-present wind? Hmmmmmmm.
Charlotte Hunter mailed to tell me her mother Dorothy Edmonson
Hunter died March 2, 2020.
She was married to William Ray Hunter (1924-2012).William was son of Oscar Ray Hunter.
Oscar Ray is son of William Hunter(Trammell) and Emaline
Ray.Oscar was a bookkeeper with Panama
Canal project, and that is where he met
his nurse wife Charlette Georgia McCabe.
William was a rocket scientist.Really, he worked for the government as a space
scientist and after he retired was called back several times as an advisor.
Dorothy was much in genealogy and volunteered at the
National Archives, where she found and share with me some valuable family history
Dorothy died of advanced pneumonia.She requested no “dramatic” effort to keep
her alive.She did not want anybody to
make a fuss over when the time comes.And
the same for funerals and memorial service.Her immediate family will honor her request.
But I hope it will tolerable to say something nice about
her.She was a hard no-nonsense
researcher, witty, andloved her family.I met her several times will miss our
These are two hangars in the horizon at sunset. It looks nice and dramatic doesn't ut? There is a story behind the lens: I was drunk and so was my friend Don that I just met in the EM Club. It was my first day in the helicopter squadron and Don was the first person I met social. We hit it off as friends. The more we drunk the more we talked ourselves into stealing on of the helicopters, take it for a joy ride and return it. We walked to the helo "runway". . "What could go wrong? we asked ourselves. "EVERYTHING!" I thought to myself. We could crash, we would be arrested too. I wanted him to back out. And he was hoping I would back out. Somehow, still zonked, and talking and one subject led to another subject, because we just met, we just wandered back to the barracks still yaking.
I think our president has given a bad name to “Whistle
Blowers”.After he let off his steam
about one anonymous whistle blower one would think Whistle Blower is about the
same as “Tattle Tale”, “Stool Pigeon”, and “Anti-American”.
Of course, a Stool Pigeon and Tattle Tale are ones that
tales someone of authority criminal activity or copying someone’s test answers
A Whistle Blower is one who tells authorities that a regulation
or law is being broken.And the regulation
or law was written up to abide to safety regulations or cost/price cheating. Usually
they are safety protection rule or to prevent companies from charging to
government taxpayers too much.
This is the Plaza Hotel in New York City, almost next to
Central Park.Here are my Navy friends Dick
Hiatt, Don Lash, and Ray Schultz.
The pose at the fountain I directed my friends to do, I
think I saw the Monkees do a similar poise several years later on their weekly
TV show.Do I get an inspiration
fee?Is it too late? Hey!We did it first! But we did not do the tricycles (if you watched the Monkees on TV you will know what I'm talking about).
We have been doing what they recommended, keeping to
ourselves curfewed; isolated;staying away
from crowds, etc…. we been doing it for years so it comes naturally.
Yesterday I was up at the street checking our mailbox and our
neighbor lady saw me and came barging over talking to me as she
approached.Talking to is as effective
as lassoing someone, they are not going any where if they are included in the
conversation, it would be rude.
She was telling me she was planting flowers under her window
and all she had planted there had died, so she is going to try another kind, I
forgot.I told her the window is on the
northside of the house and there will always be a shade there to keep almost
any plant from growing.She ignored what
I said and said this time she was using a different plant food.She was also almost in my face.
I stepped back and reminded her of the “social distance”
rule.She told me she wasn’t worry, she
has already had coronavirus and you can only catch it one time. Of course she did.
I laughed nervously and said I hadn’t.
She went on to tell me she got a job at CDC, as a member of
a team of three who goes into a place and completely sterilizes the place.She said he has to wear a special suit and
If that is true, I expect her to wear that outfit when she
plants her flowers in the shade.
I was born on Atlanta Street and spent my first 6 years about two blocks away in the Clay Homes.
All of this area was my playground and still my comfort zone.
for instance the stairs you see in the picture. It led two WBIE Radio
Station own and operated by James Wilder. In High School Billy Joe
Royal and his band played live one weekday after school was out,
probably about 4:30.
Directly across the street was the Marietta Police Station where my father was chief for a while.
Alexia, make a note, Remind me to take of picture of the store front of what used to be the Marietta Police.
During my adult life I have taken thousands of
pictures.Many, probably most, went
unshared.Well, I am going to try to
remember to share some or at least one daily.Some are good, some are not so good, and some you might think are
I attempted to do this before, and the novelty wore off quickly.
Here we go again!
Back in the late 70s and early 80s I carpooled with a co-worker. He lived near downtown Marietta. Four or five times a week I would have to drive right by J.B. Stoner's house. I mentioned to other Atlanta Postal workers I drove by J.B.'s house and mentioned I saw his garbage in sacks in front of his house. They pleaded with me to pick up his garbage and give it to them to go through. Nope!. A person's garbage is as private as their mail.
This is my favorite New Orleans street band, Tuba Skinny. A couple of years ago they played at a closed school in near Little Five Points. I made such a pest of myself taking pictures of the band, Shaye Cohn, the bandleader told me to get out of their faces, in a kind and gentle, but, to the point way, of course.
We came across them by accident Saturday night while channel surfing. They were playing Freight Train Blues, just like now.
In the check-out line at Kroger’s this morning a mistake was
made.I don’t know what the error was
made.The lady whose groceries was being
tallied apologized to the lady behind her, who said more or less, for her not
to worry, she will pay the difference.I
think probably the lady did not have enough money to cover the entire amount.The generous lady behind her, “No problem, I’ll pay the
The first lady thanked her and thanked her.I got a better look at the person.She was old with plenty of unnatural bumps on
her face and about two of her front teeth was missing.Financially she was having a hard time.
After thanking and thanking suddenly she said, “Or did you do that just
because you are in a hurry?”
She realized the moment she said that she realized she wasbiting the hand that fed her.Then she changed the subject, sort of, she
said she had to borrow some money to pay for the groceries and thought she had
Then she said, “I could just hug you, but that isn’t allowed
The generous lady laughed and said, “Please don’t”
A couple years ago this blog Chicken-fat.com had a rather large amount of readers daily. Between 500 and 1500. This blog, Chicken-fat.com had been producing almost daily since 2005. It was on a roll. That was then, now is now. Now, the daily readership is around is about 50, sometimes a few under and sometimes a few over, give or take. I could almost put my faithful readers in a van with a cooler and ride around. What went wrong? My faithful readers finally read it in depht decided there was nothing to it. That's OK, it give me more freedom, to write about nothing, just like a Seinfeld episode.
The other day at a live press conference Trump gave a
run-down on what he has done to fight off the Coronavirus epidemic.After he spoke he said Vice President Pence
wanted to say something which then the VP took the floor.He said how great “Mr. President” is.It is like he was saying, “Mr. President you
are so wonderful.”Then, Trump said someone else had a few words, which
they also praised Trump, and then another.
I remember a year or so ago about the same thing was done at
Trump’s Cabinet meeting.
I never heard of this being done before and everybody
keeping a straight face.
This is my great-g-g-John Hunter (c1775-1848) and Polly
Edward’s cabin in the Choetoe Community of Union County, Georgia.John and his sons built it in the mid 1830s
while, it has been handed down, fighting Indians.It was probably while they drove the Indians
off their land.Two of his sons, Jason
Henderson Hunter (my great-g-grandfather) and Andrew M. Hunter (the oldest)
were U.S. Soldiers on the infamous Trail of Tears.
Harriet Hunter and Daniel England. It looks like Harriet might be in the "family way".
The above is a postcard.On the back it is named “The Daniel England Cabin”.Daniel England (1818-c1897) and his wife,
John Hunter’s daughter) Harriet E. Hunter (1821-aft 1900) lived in after John Hunter
died.Apparently, Daniel was the first
one to get a deed on the property.
John Hunter's Cabin was moved to the Farmers' Market in Blairsville, Ga. They made some changes. I visited it first when it was out near a pasture and Knottly River behind it. The fireplace was jagged rocks. When we were there a huge snake skin was weaved between the jutting rocks where a rattle snake molted.
Harriet’s brother William Johnson Hunter (1813-1899) married
Daniel’s sister Margaret Elizabeth England (1819-1895.Daniel’s and Harriet’s parents are William
Richard England (1775-1835) and Martha “Patsy” Montgomery (1789-1865).
Here is what I am building up to:William Richard England’s sister was Nancy England.Nancy married Moses Harshaw.Here is what I have on Moses:
Their family are considered the founders
of Helen, Ga.Their aunt Nancy England married Moses Harshaw, who was considered
"The meanest man in Georgia".
Among other things Moses is said to have
killed his slaves when they got too old to be profitable, forcing them to leap
from cliffs of nearby Lynch Mountain or dig their own graves if they were still
able.When traveling about in his buggy,
Harshaw some times had a slave in tow, the unfortunately black pulled along
behind at the end of a long leather strap securely attached to a collar fitted
snugly around his or her neck.
It is said that his tombstone bore the
words "Died and Gone to Hell", however now the grave is unmarked.
-"LIVING ON THE UNICOI ROAD"
pg53, by Matt Gedney
History of The Stovall House
Constructed in 1837 as a private
residence, The Stovall House is listed on the National Register of Historic
The original structure, one of the first
residences in the area after the departure of the Cherokee Indians, was built
by Moses Harshaw, a colorful Character in the history of the area who was
reputed to be "the meanest man who ever lived ". Although an attorney
by profession, he worked the land as a farmer and gold miner. He built the
house and settled in the Sautee Valley because of its extraordinary beauty.
The Inn is named after the William
Stovall family who resided in the house from 1893 to the late 1940's and
developed the house to its present state. - WEBSITE
Have you ever been on top of the Fox Theater in
Atlanta? We took a tour of the Fox a dozen or so years ago. You get to this section of the
roof by going through the Fox Grand Ball Room. Then,say you were at a Ball
there, you and your sweet thing could go outside, on a nice evening, and see
the lights of Atlanta, and you can whisper romantic meaningful sweet nothings in her ear.Bring your own water balloons.