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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 07:44am PT
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Should go into the Predictions thread.
"I predict Locker never will "say die."
Cora Larry Lee, I predict that Locker's gonna keep sayin' "Yer gonna die!" till the day he does die.
[Click to View YouTube Video]And yer socks don't match.
They match your breath, sorry.
Cue "The Man!"
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 08:12am PT
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Meanwhile, in Portland, the left-most part of Bizzaro-Middle Earth, one of Eric's sons has a claim to the longest bar.
Loggers take no shite from large woody objects, from hops farmers, nor from Dredge Cruise, Veronica's abuela's sister's grandkidkid, a gang-banging punk who is now residing in the Merced County Juvenile Detention Center.
Aside to Nature Boy: Good luck with this punk-ass, dope-smokin', low-pants low-rider. Dredge's good Flames potential, though. I like his name. Just get him on the rock, Kauk.
And back in downtown Merced...
"Where It All Begins"...
there is now the 17th STreet Pubic House, adjoining arcade patio space with Boffee Candits coffee house.
I cruised into the place when they opened Sunday morning at eleven. John was on duty and showed me that they sell not only craft beers, but wine as well.
They have begun featuring a house wine of the month. This month it's a winery from Livermore, just a half-a-mile from the railroad tracks where Ed Harouni parks his van.
They kicked his wide, dirtbag ass out of the County Parks. :)
[BIG ED'S laughing his wide, dirtbag ass off, I HOPE!]
C.V.:
Abbreviation for the French term Coopérative de Vignerons that may appear on wine labels to denote that the wine has been made by a local cooperative.
Or Chula Veesta.
The 17th STreet Public House is owned and operated by the Essig boys, the Ahwahnichi descendants who also own the Partisan Bar, two blocks up Main STreet, which used to be 17th STreet.
"Now, where does Merced start? I mean 'It.'"--Perp, who got caught with no escape plan, Lex "Ed" Lee
It blows me away that Ericson's Cafe had a bar that more than tripled in length the height at which this photo was taken.
Do you realize it's almost sun-up?
I can't risk the roof today, there are people on duty taking out trash, mopping, all that early-morning gig.
THEIR name is John, just like the bartender at the Pubic House.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 08:40am PT
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Sometimes the Land of Nod is not a Country for Old Men.
So we stay up reading all night.
Or used to do.
Now we stay up posting all night.
A fiery selection of reads from your Literary Laborer.
I told Nancy Smith, the owner of Second Time Around Used Books, on Main STreet, that I would pimp her shop one more time if she would let me photograph those pages from THE LOGGERS, part of the Old West series by Time/Life. I needed to give the book a credit, too.
Two birds, one stoned Mouse.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 10:57am PT
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You are talking about the wide, thin ocean, right?
The same one as the vasty deep?
The water has little cat feet.
It's just as "at home," at times, in Lake Michigan and feeds Sandburg's fog.
Broad-shouldered water.
Without water, there would be log-jams more often, steam trains never would have been known, and Lord Nelson would still be a hero...you can't take the courage and imagination from a man who's only got one of anything that may have been doubled in the original package. One needs courage and imagination in that instance, as I can attest.
But the Gripper ain't the French bloody navy.
"The sun's past the yardarm somewhere west of India by now. Drink up, hearties! Enjoy your chocolate milk! And the lime is in the Cantaloupe."--Cap'n Cow in the Fourth Chapter of The Book of the Dun Crow
[Click to View YouTube Video]Solace for broken dreams, belly-aches, and vain hopes from WizzRapKittyKat.
Is it vain to hope for relief from the Rim Fire today? I see no pyrocumulus in the picture, even looking through the cupola windows.
The Beatles, again? No te dije!
Laid-back Beatles/Early Version of SCITTBW.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly0i89Ar-sM
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 11:16am PT
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An All-American wholesaler, Fields and Company: An older, ready-to-retire man, Mr. Fields kept the very corner for his operation, but then did retire eventually, freeing up the TNF store to expand into that space.
Way after my time there, maybe in the early eighties.
One morning at the Telly store, I found there was a break-in through the boot-room window. We never figured out exactly how many boots were taken, but only a few, because it would have been difficult to carry any more than four pairs in boxes.
Since we felt pretty violated and Tom the manager became alarmed, we had the place wired with a better wiring job on that window, is all. No manhunt for street persons in Raichle mountain boots.
IN-surance was up-to-date. We claimed twenty-five pairs, it seems to me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 26, 2013 - 12:20pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 12:30pm PT
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Dreadful sorry.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Aug 26, 2013 - 04:17pm PT
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Me too, the guy with hands in pockets is my older brother. He reached the ripe old age of 43.
Mac Meda Destruction Co. was another group of drunken surfers, but they couldn't read too well (don't send them no more letters), but they could at least write enough to violate the rules.
Didn't cause as much a ruckus as the Hell's Angels did in Ensenada, but ....
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 26, 2013 - 04:42pm PT
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He looks like your younger brother there. Optical illusion is not optional with eyesight such as mine.
I'm considering heavily whether I should move out to New Digs. It's in the foothills I need to go to. To whit: Whitlock Rd. basement/cellar/attic/garage/trailer to save money to buy gas and keep my head above the rising waters of inflation, lack of adequate income, etc., etc.
It's that or on the road for a couple-three months, saving money on rent, ostensibly. Take that, Kerouac!
Too many hospital bills, too much rent, gasoline, etc., etc., etc.
I do my own barbering, driving, cooking, bottle-opening, and washing-up. I need to hire a porter now and again, sometimes, not often. But I don't pay enough, like I say, to get anyone but myself to work for slave's wages, Boss.
I'll have to WiFi, then, if it's the road.
It's either that or someone hips me to cheaper rent.
At least I have a roof of sorts to rely on, namely my Little Red Rodent.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 02:47pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Thank you, Super-Mex!
From the article on Merced Falls from Ghost Towns of Merced County by Herb "small woody object" Woods.
"One of the frequent visitors tho this area was Grizzly Adams who camped along the Merced River in 1853 and 1854.
James Capen Adams was a man who had tried several occupations with limited success. He had been a miner, a trader, and a rancher (prolly not the Jolly Rancher of candy fame). FINALLY, he gave up and spent his time in the nearby {Sierra Nevada}. He was very good at capturing or killing grizzly bears; subsequently, he gained the name of Grizzly Adams. Frequently, he would exhibit these bears in places such as {Frisco] where he operated the Mountaineer Museum displaying the animals."
Adams discovered a young motherless grizzly bear in Yosemite. He raised the cub at his home where 'Ben Franklin' became the star attraction of his San Francisco Mountaineer Museum. This image of Ben with his dead mother appeared in The Adventures of James Capen Adams, Mountaineer and Grizzly Bear Hunter, of California.When Ben died in 1858 there were obituaries in the papers that befitted a head of state. The Evening Bulletin obituary was entitled "Death of a Distinguished Native Californian." It read:
"Ben Franklin, the grizzly bear, the favorite of the Museum man Adams... departed from this mortal existence on Sunday evening, at 10 o'clock. The noble brute, which was captured at the head waters of the Merced river in 1854, had been raised by his master from a cub, and during his life manifested the most indubitable indications of remarkable sagacity and affection. He was ever tame and gentle... although possessed of the size and strength of a giant... He accompanied his master on hunting expeditions… and on two occasions saved his life in long and desperate struggles with savage animals in the wilds. He frequently carried his master's pack, provisions and weapons."--part of an obituary
Some hundred years after both Ben and James Capen Adams left this earth they reappeared in the popular TV series Grizzly Adams, starring Dan Haggerty.
(The bulk of this was from an online article from the California Missions Resource Center. TY.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 03:23pm PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 03:50pm PT
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DMT, I'm trying to figure that out.
I'll say it's Echo Ridge, but I should ask the Dun Crow to fly as he might, and check it out for us.
See the TR just posted, A Cathedral Traverse Covering Tenaya through Vogelsgang; check out the initial photo. I get these same peaks over and over again in my sunrise shots of the Clark Range, and I believe these are those. And that may be one of them.
I'm prepositioned out.
I mean pronouned out.
But wait, this is almost not on a par with how Diablo got so big.
Here. Feast.
This was July 1. The other was August. So that peak ain't in the Cathedral Range at all. It is much further south. Hmm...
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 04:08pm PT
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The Clark Range is the furthest left, sure as rain in winter.
This was taken on 8-15, after the initial ones, so the peak is in the blow-up at bottom.
Now the maps come out, Google Earth is visited, the stats compared, the stars consulted.
It's Lembert Dome.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 04:14pm PT
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DIS-oriented. Too too far north. More in Madera County, son.
See the two palms? They are my benchmarks.
I haven't owned a compass since high school.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 08:31pm PT
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Back to the wars.
[Click to View YouTube Video]My friend, Barbara Jones, the late spouse of Scuzz Jones, one of the oldest flames from Apathy House, gave me a look at her blues collection on CDs, for which she laid out probably nearly a thou.
I copied the tunes off one collection, and I think it was the one seen in the video, covering the period before the Second World War to its end.
78rpm: Boo-Woo - Harry James and the Boogie Woogie Trio
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyVOFRys-iE
Champion Jack Dupree/Dupree Shake Dance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdsYBmxnzGs
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Aug 27, 2013 - 08:33pm PT
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Back to the wars is right.
To Bill: Very sorry if I've stepped over a line I never saw, man.
"Be respectful to your superiors, if you have any; also to strangers, and sometimes to others. If a person offends you, and you are in doubt as to whether it was intentional or not, do not resort to extreme measure; simply watch your chance and hit him with a brick." --Mark Twain, Advice to Youth Speech
A double-bit axe in my noggin might satisfy but I'd just dent your blade.
Just don't be blaming The Flames, man.
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