Mating Calls

Such a commotion up on the rooftop today, on my day that I work at home. At first I thought it must be raccoon mating season. There was such a ruckus. Plus what I thought were the unmistakable raccoon mating calls. Three times I went out to check. Three times I did not catch any wildlife action. Was wondering if it was my imagination. But, the cats were acting kind of squirrelish, running back and forth from the front door to the back door, howling like cats in heat. They obviously were confused too. Finally, I caught this little critter out in the driveway with the basketball... 2 points for not dunking it down the chimney.

I've Been Google-ized

Big Brother let me know that someone can google your address and they might just come up with a picture of your house. Or not. I had to google my neighbors address to get my house. Hmmmmm... perhaps the neighbors would like to send their landscaper over our way so they don't have such a bad public image.

Then and Now Bidwell

The Old Sacramento Northern Railway happens to be less than a block from my house. For the last 30 some years the area in my neighborhood has been transformed into a bike trail. Here's a snapshot of what used to run on the track.Unfortunately this car is now buried in the middle of a carbarn at the Western Railway Museum, much in need of restoration...

Spring is here and wildflowers are in abundance. It's a great time to take a trip to the junction. For a bit of inspiration visit their website.

Hat Spots

While wandering around the streetcars at the Railway Museum in Rio Vista, I spotted these old signs on a Key System car. The middle one being especially important for my Red Hat Society friends states, "Corn starch rubbed into dirt or spots on your felt hats and brushed off gently will clean your hats like a charm."

Full of What?

I almost forgot a couple of things that happened at Big Hat Days. First I realized that I can't help it that I am.... ...then as I was walking down the street and saw those people out there who help you change your voter registration I realized that there are some things I can change. So I did. Ooooo Big Brother might never speak to me again.

Cruisin Red Car

Well well well... this is a bit of an upgrade from that red 1964 Ford Fairlane in my last post isn't it? Last weekend as I was driving down the freeway with my friend to Big Hat Days, I was thinking how cool is this? We had such a blast cruisin around town. Naw, it really isn't mine. Just wishful thinkin.

The First Car

I seem to be a bit reminiscent of old times lately and have been digging through some old photos. Here’s the first car photo. I bought the 1964 Ford Fairlane in 1968 for $800. Then I had to take out a loan to buy new tires. By the time I drove it from Michigan to our new home in California, the paint wore off the rusted parts. Not a problem in those flower child hippy days; I simply covered all the holes with colorful flowers until I could earn enough for a new paint job. If only all its other problems were so easy to resolve. The car was in the shop more than it was in my driveway. Eventually I traded it in for a Pinto. Dumb and dumber?

Small Towns

Ha, Big Brother seems to think I should delete any references that might indicate that our family could possibly have a bad gene pool (see the last entry... I won't I won't I won't delete it).

Here's another one for Big Brother. I think Dad brought us to this place to escape the grasp of those ranting relatives. From what i see in this picture it hasn't changed since we lived there way back when. Last time I visited this place, maybe 20 years ago, I felt I was in some sort of Twilight Zone. I would imagine another visit would trigger the exact same feeling. Makes me wonder what life would be today if I had stayed there. I checked the website for this small town and see some familiar names. Just think, I could be one of them.

Feeling Nutz Is In The Family

Sometimes I feel like I'm going a bit nutz. A couple days ago I went to see Wishful Drinking. It's a one woman show where Carrie Fisher tells it like it is... all the sex, scandals and dysfunction of her movie star upbringing. There are no movie stars in my family but we do have our share of eccentric characters. So here I bare it all... this is where I get the crazy gene...

Several years ago I found an article in the SF Newspaper which described her out on her front porch in her nightgown and detailed her threats to end it all with a bottle carbolic acid. Now I find the secrets are out on the Chronicling America website.

"Starting four days after his marriage, which took place at Eureka, October 20, 1892, Albert A. Camitz, an insurance broker, with offices in the Lick building, has suffered from the jealousy and ungovernable temper of his wife, Dorothea, according to his divorce complaint filed yesterday. Since 1904, when they came to San Francisco, - Mrs. Camitz, according to her husband, would scream at him like a wildwoman, telling him to go to his "beauty" down town and marry her. Mrs. Camitz is accused of running frequently from their home at Sausalito and threatening to drown herself, but Camitz always followed and forced her to return."

Easter Eggs & Sunday Services

A couple of times a year we preacher's kids go to church together. When we were kids Mom used to pass Certs breath mints around about half way through the service. So just to make sure the memory sticks, Big Sister brought the mints...

After the service, Little J found his twin at the Easter Egg hunt...