Archive for July, 2009

Dogs, cats, people, faux dogs and cats

July 31, 2009

Two neighbor’s Dachunds whose barks are much worse than their bites.  Actually, they don’t bite at all.  They are Boss and Jenny Bray.   Notice the contrast between the barking and the wagging tails.

 

 

 

 

Max Sprague, the Bichon, is another neighborhood tail wagger…without the barking.

 

 

 

 

Jerena....Sharon...Karen

Jerena....Sharon...Karen

These are 3 friends who harbor

 

 

 

 

 

 

CIMG2050faux dogs and

 

 

 

 

 

 

 CIMG2051cats.

 

 

 

 

 

12-year-old Mac McClellan

12-year-old Mac McClellan

I prefer the real thing.  Mac has been with us for 12 of my almost 50 years with WSB.  He’d be a role model for other felines if he didn’t eat so much.  Mac weighs almost 20 pounds.  We’ve tried taking him jogging.  We put him on a leash, but he won’t budge.  Anyone know how to get a cat to jog with you?!

Missing from the Atlanta Black Arts Festival

July 30, 2009

The Atlanta Black Arts Festival is taking place this week.  It brings together what Diana Crowell calls the “big hitters”.    Diana will not be among the “big hitters”, but her primitive paintings tell stories from her heart.

P1080016This is her memory of the “vegetable man”.  When Diana was a child in Columbus, Georgia, he would come through her neighborhood peddling his vegetables.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Singin', Playin' and Praisin'

Singin', Playin' and Praisin'

She remembers 3 women singin’ and a piano player praising God with their musical talents.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P1080003Diana’s a prolific painter with enough images to fill a gallery..certainly enough to fill a space at the Atlanta Black Arts Festival.

Before the way we were

July 29, 2009

Lee and Artis McClellan w/sister Betty(1929)

Lee and Artis McClellan w/sister Betty(1929)

This picture of my mother and father and my older sister, Betty, is from the flapper era (1929).   Mom’s hat is a clue.

 

 

 

 

Me around 1938

Me around 1938

Springing foward a few years to the 1930s, I had my own “Red Ryder” BB rifle.   It came with safety precautions which I confess I did not always follow.

 

 

 

Circa 1947

Circa 1947

My mom shot this picture of me in our snowy East Tennessee back yard.  I’m guessing I was around 16.

 

 

 

 

 

P1070977Fast forward to the girls we knew.  Wonder where Dot and Opal are now?

 

 

 

 

Cheyenne, Wyoming (circa 1951)

Cheyenne, Wyoming (circa 1951)

In the Air Force, on base we wore our uniforms, but

 

 

 

 

 

 

On a date (circa 1952)

On a date (circa 1952)

when we would go off base to date the local girls, “civvies” were the clothes of choice.  Most of the local girls’ parents did not want them to date military men.    Their well-founded  fear was that since we had no permanent roots in the community that we would love them and leave them.   I never really knew what this Austin, Texas young woman told her parents about me.  I never met them.

Neil--Johnny--Lonnie--Roland (circa 1952)

Neil--Johnny--Lonnie--Roland (circa 1952)

My recollection is that this group of fellow Lackland- based Airmen had just returned from Tijuana, Mexico when I shot this pic. It appears they were feeling no pain.

 

 

 

Victor White--Johnny Eckert (circa 1952)

Victor White--Johnny Eckert (circa 1952)

Finally, let me introduce you to Victor(Vic) White who’s recent message inspired me to search my photo albums for these pics.   The former Xerox executive is now retired in Denton, Texas.  Neither Vic nor I have been able to find out whether the man on the right still is alive.  He’s Johnny Eckert of Parkersburg, West Virginia.

The way we were

July 28, 2009

Don McClellan-circa 1951

Don McClellan-circa 1951

A message today from an old Air Force buddy reminded me of those halcyon days in the early 1950s. To modify a lyric from “The Way We Were”:  “we were young then and didn’t have a care…  those were the days..where did they go…where did they go?”

P1170952This was at a lakeside beach near Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas.   We thought we were body builders.  Charles Atlas inspired us.   Lackland is where I spent most of my 3+ years in the Air Force except for a brief stint at

 

 

P1170951Warren Air Force Base in Cheyenne, Wyoming.  I was there during the worst part of the winter.  From January to March, the temperatue would drop to 40 below zero.  This picture was in late March when the warming began.

Don Mac's Platter Party-circa 1957

Don Mac's Platter Party-circa 1957

This is from my time as a radio disk jockey at WETB in Johnson City, Tennessee.  The program was “Don Mac’s Platter Party”.    I had an Atlanta connection long before I’d ever heard of WSB.  My sponsor was Coca-Cola.

John Tucker-circa 1900

John Tucker-circa 1900

Finally, meet my maternal grandfather, John Tucker.  Notice the resemblance in appearance and sartorial splendor!

Be your own photographer

July 27, 2009

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CIMG1016This long uphill is the only way out of my neighborhood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CIMG1023A nearby park has some chining bars.  I’ll simply try to hang from them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CIMG1025Knee lifts are next on the circuit.

 

 

 

 

 

Made it back home without falling.  Even jogged a little along the way!

To paraphrase Forest Gump

July 26, 2009

I didn’t go to a race today, and that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

P1170783But here’s a memory from the recent past and

 

 

 

 

 

CIMG1009a marathon memory from the relatively recent past.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A story from my friend Jim Parks ends this blog.   Jim ran a 10K today in 67 minutes plus.  Jim writes, “I  finished second in my age group (70-74) to Jesus Rodriguez. so I thought if I had to follow anybody, Jesus would be the best choice.”

Wound healing & meet my Marine Grandson

July 25, 2009

11 days after surgery

11 days after surgery

My wife says the incision seems to be “healing nicely”, but internally the healing must not be doing as well.    I went out today for a test walk  thinking I might go to a race tomorrow.  But after about a mile in the sun, my body was saying no.    Would that I could run like

Pfc Dustin Walter

Pfc Dustin Walter

 my Marine step-grandson Dustin Walter.  Dustin was the top runner in his  California unit with a 5K time of 20: 11.  

Dustin and Jacque Walter

Dustin and Jacque Walter

  He and his wife, Jacque, visited with us on their way to Dustin’s next duty assignment at Cherry Point, North Carolina.    Dustin is trained as the military version of an Air Traffic Controller.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dustin and Jacque have been married less than a year.   Most of that time, Dustin has been in training.    Cherry Point will be their first extended time together since they said, “I do.”

They’re back!

July 24, 2009

Ray and Sara Moore

Ray and Sara Moore

 I meet  Georgia Hall of Fame Broadcaster Ray Moore and his wife Sara at the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Airport on their  return from California.

 

 

 

 

Sara in a California Redwood

Sara in a California Redwood

One of the main reasons they went was for Sara to see the gigantic California redwoods for the first time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ray and Sara

Ray and Sara

For Ray, it was dejavu!  On the other hand, a visit to the Hearst castle was the first time for both.  Ray says the steps were not as tough as he thought they might be.  They made it to the top with a few pauses along the way.

 

P1000201On the streets of San Francisco,

 

 

 

 

P1000200they saw those little cable cars “that go half-way to the stars”.

 

 

 

CIMG0974Navigating our way out of Hartsfield-Jackson airport,

 

 

 

 

 

CIMG0983Ray is soon turning the key to the front door of his Smyrna home and

 

 

 

 

CIMG0984they step inside for what I think is the best part of a long trip….getting home!

Retake: Keep Your Night Light Shining

July 22, 2009

Earlier, I introduced you to a talented lady who cleans our house. 

Diana Crowell

Diana Crowell

 

 Diana Crowell also is a primitive painter and poet.   We quoted.. in part..  from one of  Diana’s poems: “Keep Your Night Light Shining”.

 

 

 

 

 Now Diana reads her poem from beginning to end. Please turn up your sound.

Stitches out!

July 22, 2009

CIMG2009The last hour of the stitches before this

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nurse James Edmonds

Nurse James Edmunds

man, Nurse James Edmunds, removes them.   Dr. Gerald “Rusty” Rodts put them in 2 weeks ago after a foraminotomy.   It’s an operation to free up nerves that are being compressed by a degenerated cervical disk.

 

CIMG2028Nathan, a patient services supervisor, will shoot the graphic video.  You may not want to watch this, but for those who do, keep scrolling.  Turn up your speaker to hear James describe what he’s doing.

 

That was almost painless.   It’s good to be stitch free.  

Post stitch removal instructions:

CIMG2030As I leave,  here’s something much more pleasing to the eye!  I’m shooting thru a fish tank back into the doctor’s waiting room.