Imagine that, an "uncontacted" tribe. Two hundred people and not a single screen-printed tee shirt.
H/T to the author of The World's Greatest Travel Blog.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 28, 2011
The Good Old Summer Time
No one was handy to take my picture, and I suppose that is a good thing. The internet is spared an image of me dripping an algae/water ooze while festooned with water weeds.
The lake rose so far that the dock was underwater and unusable. Since my native modestly rejects being called pierless, I put on swim pants and flipper slippers and armed myself with two big wrenches to handle the hardware attaching deck to posts.
Six of the posts were in water not more than navel deep. The other two were in water to my neck. There's a certain leverage challenge in loosening rusty bolts at that level of bouyancy, but at least I'm in practice if NASA ever requires my assistance in a maintenance space walk on the ISS.
Y'all can come fishin' up here now, y'hear?
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Next challenge: See if the new plug will make the Stihl run. EDIT: Beautifully.
The lake rose so far that the dock was underwater and unusable. Since my native modestly rejects being called pierless, I put on swim pants and flipper slippers and armed myself with two big wrenches to handle the hardware attaching deck to posts.
Six of the posts were in water not more than navel deep. The other two were in water to my neck. There's a certain leverage challenge in loosening rusty bolts at that level of bouyancy, but at least I'm in practice if NASA ever requires my assistance in a maintenance space walk on the ISS.
Y'all can come fishin' up here now, y'hear?
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Next challenge: See if the new plug will make the Stihl run. EDIT: Beautifully.
Maybe she really does produce bat guano
Michelle was in Waterloo yesterday to announce she really and officially wants to be president of these 57 great states.
In presenting her qualifications, she allowed she was proud to be Waterloo-born, just like John Wayne.
Ooops. She was perhaps thinking of John Wayne Gacy, who lived there for a while. The other one, the one who wore Stetsons and shot movie Indians, was born in Winterset, about 130 miles away.
"Hello Pentagon. This is President Bachmann, and I want you to bomb Ireland. No, wait, I mean Iceland ... errr, Iraq. Wait a minute. We already bombed Iraq, I think. It's Iran. Yes. Iran. Bomb them."
In presenting her qualifications, she allowed she was proud to be Waterloo-born, just like John Wayne.
Ooops. She was perhaps thinking of John Wayne Gacy, who lived there for a while. The other one, the one who wore Stetsons and shot movie Indians, was born in Winterset, about 130 miles away.
"Hello Pentagon. This is President Bachmann, and I want you to bomb Ireland. No, wait, I mean Iceland ... errr, Iraq. Wait a minute. We already bombed Iraq, I think. It's Iran. Yes. Iran. Bomb them."
This young man, 16, is one of the good ones, clean, neat, very smart, personable. So am I wrong in my despair because he didn't know what a Vise-Grip was, or a Crescent wrench?
He's college-bound, of course, and may have been taught to disdain the kids who took "shop," as I was. But years later I found myself living in an enclave of graduate students. When we came back to our trailers from the library, or the seminars, or the part-time jobs, we were as likely as not to get out the tool box and fix the faucets or keep our ancient VW beetles running. We considered that an annoying necessity, but not demeaning, and we were pleased to know how.
He's college-bound, of course, and may have been taught to disdain the kids who took "shop," as I was. But years later I found myself living in an enclave of graduate students. When we came back to our trailers from the library, or the seminars, or the part-time jobs, we were as likely as not to get out the tool box and fix the faucets or keep our ancient VW beetles running. We considered that an annoying necessity, but not demeaning, and we were pleased to know how.
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