The table is a gift from a junktique peddler I had done business with going back nearly 20 years. She hadn’t yet marked a price on it when I asked what she might want for it. “It’s yours,” she said, “take it.” That was more than a decade ago, maybe closer to a decade and a half. The tobacco...
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I once owned a ‘47 Dodge school bus. I had considered getting a double-decker to convert to living quarters — a “tiny house,” as it might be called today. (I know where one is parked, slowly succumbing to the elements.) But I won’t be doing that. I have no place to put it, nor the skills...
… you fail in your attempt to capture your cat to take the furry little ******* to the vet.
I confess that my plan wasn’t well thought-out. I let him see the cat carrier prior to closing off his escape routes. I flushed him out from under the bed but wasn’t quick enough to catch him before he...
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The guy I chased off today opened by saying “Are you the homeowner?”
It’s among the things that most annoy me, that asking who I am before identifying themselves. If the first thing out of a caller’s mouth is “Who’s this?” or “Is this Mr. Mispronouncedname?” I just hang up. You called...
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Oh yes, it certainly is. I taped a sign to the front door reading …
No solicitors, survey takers, political canvassers, religious proselytizers
My lovely missus asked that I take it down, as in her view it seemed beyond unfriendly.
Well, okay, but intruding on my domestic tranquility is...
This would seem clear enough, wouldn’t it?
I suppose it’s possible it was overlooked, but I think it likelier it was ignored.
Door-to-door soliciting is more annoying and intrusive than its cousin, telephone soliciting. When I become dictator, both will be capital offenses.
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It’s a handsome structure.
My brother worked in one of those “modern” Shell stations 50 or more years ago. He escaped an attempted robbery at gunpoint there as he was closing for the night. He had a bay door open while he was warming up his Vespa scooter when the gunman appeared and...
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I feared that. We’re at that age.
Most mornings I find myself reflecting on the people I’ve lost, and a month doesn’t go by without hearing that people with whom I have some association have either died or have a condition that likely will kill them within the foreseeable.
It leaves me...
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I’m guessing that building was new when the photo was taken. (Provided it isn’t so “AI’ed” as to be a work of fiction.) And two uniformed attendants!
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And should you ever find yourself in Ellensburg, you could do far worse than taking a meal at The Palace, provided you’re a fan of standard American meat and potatoes kind of fare. It’s been in business for more than a century now. That’s notable.
An online acquaintance (we have friends in common “in real life”) restored these signs in Ellensburg, Washington in 1993. The photo is from 2018. The work was funded by a local organization of civic-minded women called the Friday Club.
Lynne McCowin is the artist. She does fine art as well as...
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FWIW, the 1917 Red Sox calendar — for which its owner, a lifelong Red Sox fan, paid $250 on a whim and then paid some undisclosed amount to have framed — sold at auction for $24K.
I am once again reminding my lovely missus that should I croak before she does (which is likely) not to let...
A podcast called Detours is produced by the same crew that does Antiques Roadshow on PBS. The podcast typically runs a half hour, give or take, and revisits an appraisal seen on the TV show.
The most recent episode centers on a 1917 calendar for the Boston Red Sox. It features photos of many...
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