Never slowed down during the day
The bicycle shop–no doubt the source
Of the hundreds of bicycles, motorbikes
That passed by incessantly in all directions
Trucks supplied the nearby plumbing store
Backed in-and-out the entire business day
Fog blanketed sounds of morning trains
Failed to squelch what had been set in motion
Raucous starlings called from roof side perches
Locals unaware/unconcerned they were watched
By data streamed by cameras to the entire world
“Look in the bottom freezer compartment,” She said. “There should be some stuffed salmon. You can accompany it with baked potatoes, and some broccoli for dinner.”
The Direct TV and NBC feud drags on. The Stanley Cup game wasn’t available–along with the rest of the NBC prime-time line-up. Get it settled. Why should I pay for satellite TV, and for programming not received?
After menu planning, it was easy to tell the results of last night’s Stanley Cup playoff game. Not because of an action publicity still from the game, plastered across the front page, but rather a three-word caption buried in the right-hand column–“Blues Beat Bruins.”
Game summary available for those that searched for it. The championship series is tied–equal wins on both sides. By now, it should be clear who I prefer to win. Every championship team needs a theme/fight song.
From secondhand information, the Blues victory song is, “Gloria.” The sixties rock-anthem, “Gloria, G-L-O-R-I-A?” No, the disco-era, version by Laura Brannigan.
I’m probably not the best sports fan. It’s been fifteen years since I left the St. Louis area. During that time St. Louis went from three major league sports teams to two. According to MSN’s sports commentator, “St. Louis Blues will win, if they continue to be as relentless, as they were last night.” Go Blues!
My hometown’s Mobil gas station and lumberyard, on a cold, winter day, sometime in the thirties. This was on the south side of the square. Everybody in Chesterfield, population 300, had family ties–if you went back three or four generations. This picture was from a former neighbor’s collection. The Parker family will be featured in some photos.
A hometown Life magazine picture taken in the summer of 1942 by legendary photographer Alfred Eisenstadt. Loehr Drug Store, Brown Shoe Store, and the St. George Hotel were still there when I grew up. The shoe store had a fluoroscope–later outlawed as being unsafe. The courthouse in the background looks the same today. Parking is less chaotic today. Traffic flows in a circle around the town square–which is to the right. This was along the first routing of US Hwy. 66.
The annual Thanksgiving pilgrimage began early Thursday at three in the morning, and ended at eight in the evening.
A technical glitch prevented access to Wi-Fi for a couple of days.
It is customary for me to give warning when absent for this long and for that I apologize.
Yesterday, the drive to my Little Sister’s place was quite an adventure. I was in the midst of a blizzard that roared through the Midwestern plains. Luckily, the ground was too warm for it to stick.
Today is Pre-Thanksgiving home made soup Sunday. Could there be such a thing as “Soupsgiving?” Beef vegetable and chicken noodle soups are on the menu–hearty fare for a cold, clear day.
Covered with snow
Looked colder, to me now
Colder, than it seemed, then
Corn, stood in frozen rows
Bare tree fingers reached skyward
Between, snow-capped roofs
From the end of our dead-end street