Somehow I’ve reached my 400th Post. I decided to go with my 104 year old Ideal to type it with.
400th Post (1909 Ideal)
Category: Thoughts
The power of the sears tower (1951)
I like this typewriter. Best $4.99 I ever spent.
Jazz memories…
Found some more images I took in the 80’s of some Jazz Giants.
Thoughts from a “digital immigrant”
Not being born into the world of digital… (a digital native) I am therefore a digital immigrant at least according to Richard Bucher. Based on this logic I would be an analog native speaker/user. Back when music came on vinyl discs… phones had rotary dials and television had two colors (black and white) and three stations (that mattered). Love CD’s but music did sound better on that needle. HD Television and 100’s of channels (you can see the same movie 10 times a day on 12 different channels… and different eposides of old shows on 20. Cell phones are neat… but it use to be great to get away from the phone.  I live in this new age… but it seems I still have roots in another time.
1966 PTA Card… things change.
Today the PTA saids: “every child one voice” which is a good thing. Back in 1966 they took a little longer to say: “…for every child the highest advantages in physical, mental, social, and spiritual education.” I like the older way of saying things.
My Iowa RAGBRAI XXV Passport
For the 25th ride… everyone got a Passport and 33 Local Post offices had special stamps to cancell your RAGBRAI Passport.
July 20-26, 1997 RAGBRAI PASSPORT
The embers still glow… thoughts from 40 years ago.
I have read things I wrote over 40 years ago… the thoughts are not very mature or insightfull. Sill there was a fire in my soul then. And the embers still glow…
What is a fake “Peace Medal” worth?
The answer depends of course on who owns it. Even if it did not come from the President… is not silver… or even owned by someone famous. “Friendship and Peace” will always hold its value for some.
I lift a woodstock… it lifts my spirits…
There are moments when I go for a portable instead of my standard typewriters. Then I force myself to lift that load… and it’s always a good time and a good thing when I do.
Its alive… my Frankenbike.
I must have become a bicycle geek at some point. 15 years ago… my bike was matched. Tires/colors/compoents/ etc. Now it is a mixture of things (all quality I hope). But then I looked at the picture and doubt if most would notice or care. Yesterday it seem such a big deal all the different parts… finding a new front fender… they sell them in pairs and to get matching yellow more than I want to spend and I want to keep the yellow… so what goes with yellow but would cost less… leaving me with a spare rear… wow… its just about the ride anyway. Or should be.
