Ron sent me this link. The song, written by Woody Guthrie, is about a Jan. 29, 1948, plane crash that killed 32 people, 28 of whom were illegal immigrants on their way to a deportation center in California. Guthrie was outraged by news accounts that named the four crew members but referred to the 28 immigrants as “deportees,” never bothering to identify them.
The more things change….
I crashed early last night, so I didn’t get to check my e-mail after Ron got home. That made it even nicer when I got up this morning to find a little present from Ron in my inbox: An iTunes gift certificate for Shelby Lynne’s new album, Just a Little Lovin’, which is a whole album of Dusty Springfield covers. Wonderful stuff. I highly recommend it.
Thanks, Ron. :)
I skipped a couple of weeks’ worth of 10 on Tuesday lists because I didn’t like the topics, but this week’s topic was “10 Things You’d Buy If You Had a Million Dollars,” which seems like more fun.
The catch is that you can’t spend the money on somebody else — it’s got to be stuff just for yourself. Here’s my list:
1. 20 acres in the middle of nowhere (preferably New Mexico or the Texas Panhandle)
2. Small (500-square-foot or less) Earthship
3. Good-sized barn
4. Half a dozen Dexter mini-cattle
5. Half a dozen Boer goats
6. 25 chickens (mostly buff Orpingtons)
7. 50 beehives full of golden Italians
8. BLM mustang
9. Good Border collie to help keep track of the other critters
10. Hoop house
What would you buy?
I think this weekend probably works better as a scrapbook than a written essay:
Ron and his dad run the log splitter at the farm. I stacked wood for a long time before a golden sunset pushed me inside to get the camera.
Twilight creeps up on the barn.
The requisite sunset pictures for Brad.
Buster, farm dog extraordinaire.
A stop at Redmon’s candy store on Route 66 in Phillipsburg, Mo., yielded a two-foot-long marshmallow twist, an all-day sucker shaped like a daisy, and a three-foot-long gummi snake. That and a yellow-and-lavender sock monkey made me very popular with our 4-year-old niece. I love that Smurfette look she’s sporting in the second picture….
This next series of images is from one of the coolest animated neon signs on Route 66. Be sure to scroll all the way to the last stage:
I didn’t include my photos from our stay at the Wayside Motel in Marlborough, Mo., but I’ll probably post them later. The Wayside is a cute, historic motel with a really great location — directly across Route 66 from the stone gates that mark the old entrance to the late, great Coral Court Motel.
Hope your weekend was good.
Sorry for the brief hiatus; Ron and I went to visit his family this weekend, as we hadn’t had a chance to visit at Christmas. I took some pictures during the trip and will post them as soon as I have time to Photoshop them.
A little background on the SNCC Freedom Singers can be found here and here.
I will probably have limited computer access this weekend, but I’ll try to make it up to you Monday with lots of pictures.
So I finally got sick of looking through scratched-up, out-of-date lenses and went to the optometrist this afternoon to get my glasses updated.
I wound up buying two pairs of glasses because I couldn’t decide which frame I liked better. (Hey — cut me some slack. I used to be an optician. I love shopping for glasses the way some women love shopping for shoes.)
Ron hasn’t seen them yet, so I’m posting them here:
These are my bifocals. Ridiculously hip, non? I normally go for tortoiseshell, but I wanted something heavier this time, and I sort of dug those crazy pink and purplish stripes on the sides. Goofy, yes, but kind of fun, and they should hold up well.
If this frame didn’t exist already, I would design it. I don’t know who came up with the idea to cross-breed cateyes with rimless frames, but I think it’s brilliant. And check out this great little detail:
I was actually wandering through the dispensary, asking myself, “WWREW?” (What Would Ray Eames Wear?) when I spotted these. That crazy geometric pattern printed on the top half of the eyewire was too Mid-Century Modern to pass up. The lenses are too shallow to accommodate a bifocal, but I don’t care; if all else fails, I can have them tinted pink and make killer sunglasses out of them.
On a totally unrelated note, it is exactly three weeks until the Cubs’ pitchers and catchers report to spring training. :)