Yes, I’m steamed. Today, telephone solicitations hit a new low.
The day is not yet over, there have been a dozen or more telemarketer calls, that came up on caller ID, as from my home number. And, on top of that, gave my name as the caller.
These unsolicited calls, were ignored of course. I wanted so much to give the caller a piece of my mind. What good would it do to argue with robocalls?
I wish nothing but bad juju on the company, boiler room operation, or what ever sleazy organization, originated these calls.
Car nuts, gear heads, petrol heads–the appeal is the same everywhere.
Pictures taken while my wife and daughter waited for some takeout rotisserie chicken.
My favorite, the red, ’61 Pontiac Catalina convertible, with right-hand drive.
Smelled of sulfur
Soot, stained insides
Outsides of everything
Who still knew
How to bank a fire
So it lasted till morning?
Mine tailings, shafts
Abandoned, concrete filled
Scars, both seen and unseen
What was left
From when coal was king?
No coal, no industrial revolution
Answered, Old King Coal