Bob Heeschen in St. Paul MN
sends this rolicking link
to bring cheer. We forward it:
|
|
................
Little boy, my son, intently learns to play a (banjo) ukelele
in Chicago, 1959
He has a daughter getting married this Saturday.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
About SR News editor
Blog Archive
-
▼
2012
(132)
-
▼
January
(23)
- Big Maryland fighter had no bone to pick with us
- All things are connected, especially if you live l...
- Lee closing the gap
- For those in travail, and you know who you are....
- Love IS all there is
- Granny holds on
- Playing? Or, a life and death struggle between hu...
- Let's stay together/a campaign slogan is born/SRN ...
- Licking: a lexiconography
- Ice sculpture; Dee's dish; Pueblo bowl; new old fr...
- Key Westconsin*
- 'FRIENDS FOR LIFE' DEP'T.
- I have a bone to pick with you
- What's that about lions and lambs?
- Hey Mister, can raccoons go to heaven? Can they, ...
- It started with a ukelele
- Mike Dix's Extreme Fall; Bucket Lists
- 'Uchie'
- Choosing words
- melting pot city
- I hates your scrawny neck
- Impolite rats unwelcome at Grandpa's bank
- Man Astounded at Odd Fellows Rat
-
▼
January
(23)