Can anyone think of why a voter would support Perry or Palin or Bachmann or anyone in the GOP over the proven and demonstrated exceptional leadership of the POTUS Obama? Because of the POTUS, we have the most open and transparent govt. Think of BUSH II or Cheney years. This is the Presidency that we are meant to be served by. If Washington would be here today, he would be on CNN supporting the POTUS. So, you should too. Go and support. One way to support is to donate to his campaign. Second way is to support him in blogs and news paper op-eds. Third way is to join me at the K-street shindigs. Believe it or not, I am in cloud nine with access. After the re-election, I plan to have a corner office, you know where...
We were in the city yesterday and after our appointment we wandered around Soho. The wife found this "Home" store that specialized in fabrics and reupholstry of your furniture. They seem to be invovled with the set design of the TV show "The Good Wife."
She is looking at a couple of pillows that cost almost as much as the actual couch cost when we first bought it.
The Golden Cafe was the name of a dive where my old man used to hang out with his loser 'friends'. He was a back-slapping, glad handing, life of the party type. He'd give the shirt off his back for his drinking buddies. He had a good singing voice and thought he was a low-rent Sinatra as well as being 'connected'. Of course he wasn't.
The booze and the weight of family responsibility (eight kids), neither of which he could handle, doomed him to a miserable existence and didn't do much for the kids either. Mom was right there with him living large in a small world, dancing the night away in an alcohol haze.
The Golden Cafe served an older crowd in the 60's, more Rat Pack than Rock n' Roll. Most of the men still wore Fedoras. All were heavy drinkers, shots and chasers. The women were all dolled up, no pants for these babes. They could hold their own with the guys.
Th Golden had two bars; one was the main lounge where on Friday and Saturday nights there'd be a band. Sinatra, Como, Martin covers. Downstairs was where the serious drinking happened on the other nights.
Or during the day when the old man would stop by for a quick one, sometimes with one or two of the kids in tow. We'd get Cokes, but we also got the idea. It was cool to go to bars. everyone was friendly and lots of laughter.
The Golden Cafe was a thowback. It was located in an area (behind Dudley Station in Boston's Roxbury neighborhood) that had become a black area, yet all its customers were white, tough working class whites.
This was before court-ordered integration and busing. They didn't like blacks and weren't shy about saying so. Curiously though, they loved Ella, Sarah Vaughn, the Ink Spots and Satchmo.
I used to love coming into Dudley Station from Forest Hills on the MBTA elevated trains (long since taken down). The course followed Washington Street casting a permanent shadow on the steet below.
Just as the tracks approached Dudley Station they took a sharp S-curve onto Warren and then into the station. The cars would lean dangerously out over the street and if you looked out the window you'd see the cars and people below.
The steel wheels straining against the tracks would make a loud awful screeching like a thousand banshees. It was scary yet exhilarating to a 10 year old.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
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Eureka! Come hang out at Archemeade's pad!
That's nice!
How did you do that, or is it a reflection of an Eiffel Tower replica in the background?
And have fun at the game.
PS Stay dry.
Can anyone think of why a voter would support Perry or Palin or Bachmann or anyone in the GOP over the proven and demonstrated exceptional leadership of the POTUS Obama? Because of the POTUS, we have the most open and transparent govt. Think of BUSH II or Cheney years. This is the Presidency that we are meant to be served by. If Washington would be here today, he would be on CNN supporting the POTUS. So, you should too. Go and support. One way to support is to donate to his campaign. Second way is to support him in blogs and news paper op-eds. Third way is to join me at the K-street shindigs. Believe it or not, I am in cloud nine with access. After the re-election, I plan to have a corner office, you know where...
How did you do that...
Collage?
Good photo! Assuming it's not a collage, I can't see how you got that image.
The temple upside down;
The lilies right side up:
What makes the gods to frown
When full runneth the cup?
Olbrich Botanical Gardens? http://www.olbrich.org/gardens/thai.cfm
Beautiful photo.
Has there been any discussion of Shane Bauer and his hiking friends this week?
Beware idle falsehoods.
My sports prognostication bunion is forecasting Badgers by 9.
Beware idle falsehoods
We were in the city yesterday and after our appointment we wandered around Soho. The wife found this "Home" store that specialized in fabrics and reupholstry of your furniture. They seem to be invovled with the set design of the TV show "The Good Wife."
She is looking at a couple of pillows that cost almost as much as the actual couch cost when we first bought it.
The Golden Cafe was the name of a dive where my old man used to hang out with his loser 'friends'. He was a back-slapping, glad handing, life of the party type. He'd give the shirt off his back for his drinking buddies. He had a good singing voice and thought he was a low-rent Sinatra as well as being 'connected'. Of course he wasn't.
The booze and the weight of family responsibility (eight kids), neither of which he could handle, doomed him to a miserable existence and didn't do much for the kids either. Mom was right there with him living large in a small world, dancing the night away in an alcohol haze.
Ah, the good old days (the 60's).
The Golden Cafe served an older crowd in the 60's, more Rat Pack than Rock n' Roll. Most of the men still wore Fedoras. All were heavy drinkers, shots and chasers. The women were all dolled up, no pants for these babes. They could hold their own with the guys.
Th Golden had two bars; one was the main lounge where on Friday and Saturday nights there'd be a band. Sinatra, Como, Martin covers. Downstairs was where the serious drinking happened on the other nights.
Or during the day when the old man would stop by for a quick one, sometimes with one or two of the kids in tow. We'd get Cokes, but we also got the idea. It was cool to go to bars. everyone was friendly and lots of laughter.
The Golden Cafe was a thowback. It was located in an area (behind Dudley Station in Boston's Roxbury neighborhood) that had become a black area, yet all its customers were white, tough working class whites.
This was before court-ordered integration and busing. They didn't like blacks and weren't shy about saying so. Curiously though, they loved Ella, Sarah Vaughn, the Ink Spots and Satchmo.
I used to love coming into Dudley Station from Forest Hills on the MBTA elevated trains (long since taken down). The course followed Washington Street casting a permanent shadow on the steet below.
Just as the tracks approached Dudley Station they took a sharp S-curve onto Warren and then into the station. The cars would lean dangerously out over the street and if you looked out the window you'd see the cars and people below.
The steel wheels straining against the tracks would make a loud awful screeching like a thousand banshees. It was scary yet exhilarating to a 10 year old.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Superb story telling, Lovernios.
Is Lovernios Carol Herman, but coherent?
Thanks for the laugh, edutcher. It snapped me out of my nostalgia. The title of this post must've triggered my memory of that time.
One thing missing from my musings - a sound track!
Ella and Satchmo!
An amazing composition Althouse, bravo!
Yes, Ann's photo is excellent.
Following in that theme (Water Lilies and relection).
It's the reflecting pool by the Thai Pavilion at Olbrich Gardens. Water lilies on water. Pavilion reflected looks like molten gold.
Amazing pic.
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