Friday, February 19, 2010

Money cannot buy

Raccoon editor
gets cross when anyone makes fun of his painted T shirts.
Liking to wear neck-ties to church, still now, even in the age of anything goes, yet disdaining the choking shirt collars
around his throat....
he buys a few Hanes large t's for $4.95 ea and then paints from his pallete of acrylic colours
any combinations and designs he may wish. Sometimes he may simply paint over a tie, either four-in-hand or bow, and have a new tie overnight.
Many people have tried to purchase these painted shirts. They haven't been for sale.
The creator may give these shirts freely, but
money cannot buy.

Missing molds, this terrestrial plain


play

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnRqYMTpXHc


Iowa farmer and photographer
George Helt
1917-2010
He knew light
RIP

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

LIVE FREE OR DIE trying

Looking carefully
you will note
this stamp is canceled

Rhu

The late Jack Hale was our stepbrother. Finally done in by a nephritis curse he bore for too many years, Jack, Jackaroo, Rhubarb, or Rhu as we ended up calling him, was a character.

He ran a steo 8 track installation company here in the raccoon district next the RR tracks where the LaCasa weatherization branch is now located.


If we had a nickel for every hole in car door interiors he drilled for the new speakers of music avantegarde motorists, we would have enough money to buy his grave a huge floral arrangement. We should do that anyway.


Jackaroo got his nickname from Mo Tio, master resilient floor installer for whom he earlier worked, breathing - as the SRN editor did too - a lot of the asbestos dust from the vinyl-asbestos tile cutter machine. No visible affects from that here yet.


We shortened the Jackaroo to just plain Rhu, and he remained Rhu with us till he died. After he went legally blind, Jack got his degree from Carroll College. He lived with his wife one block east of the union.


Once, Jack had a moped that he really shouldn't have been operating. we bought it from him in one of his sager moments. Then, he took to walking about with his red and white blind man's cane. He was crossing the street at East Avenue and Broadway by the Congregational Church when a driver got too close to him in the crosswalk.


Jack had to step back although he was properly tapping his right-of-way. He raised his cane and brought it down mightily on the hood of that car, while reading the driver off. "YOU @#$%*!!"

It left a big dent, he told us in satisfaction. The offender decided to just kept on driving.......


As we enter Lent, we think of Rhubarb, while the church now procures its palm branches to wave. He was a bit of a magician and a palmist in his own right. And a pirate.








Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The pipes, the pipes are calling..........



We made some mac and cheese (Kraft Dinner) for lunch today, in memory of a departed lad who thrived on the dish. That made us realize as we looked at the noodles on the plate that they resembled pipes.

The pipes, the pipes are calling....

We made the peppered dish with blackened weiners, as often is our custom.

The pipes, the pipes are calling....

And that led our mind to a song about pipes. Eva Cassidy, much heralded in the raccoon news, made a fine recording of Danny Boy. Eva was a woman who died much much too young.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=852gverKRPo&feature=related

The food, the song in your name, man!











The daring young squirrel / flying trapeze

Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn