When I was a boy, I used to spend a lot of time at my Grandmother's house. The house sits on the hill above the railroad tracks. At night the long coal trains would pass by and the windows in the house would shake. I really loved that sound.
The old house was left to me and when we moved...
There was a vintage J 611 steam engine pulling an excursion train made up of vintage passenger cars that came by where I live today. I was lucky enough to get a couple good photos of my old ’48 Plymouth and the train as it passed through Nebo.
As I was sitting beside the railroad tracks...
There was a vintage J 611 steam engine pulling an excursion train made up of vintage passenger cars that came by where I live today. I was lucky enough to get a couple good photos of my old ’48 Plymouth and the train as it passed through Nebo.
As I was sitting beside the railroad tracks...
I wore my old Moose River hat today when I ran (walked) in the 10K Cooper River Bridge Run. As we were heading to the start point early this morning, a local TV station reporter called me over for an interview. The question she asked me was, "are you going to run the race in that hat?"
Then...
This was at the halfway point in the 10K Cooper River Bridge Run in Charleston, SC today. I have my fedora in my hand, as the wind was blowing hard on top of the bridge.
Did some hiking after church today up around Linville Falls. I wore my Spanish American War era campaign hat. It's still relatively new and needs more "breaking in" to be just right, but I think it will be fine with a couple more trips worth of wear. The only thing I don't like about this hat...
I retired seven years ago (damn, has it been that long?) as the Safety Director of a large State psychiatric hospital. That was the "paying job", but my real job was as a Chief Officer for our local Volunteer Fire/Rescue Department. I did that for 35 years, finally retiring from active service...
Here's an old photo of me that's almost old enough to be in the "vintage" category. This was taken in 1980. Dang, that was a long time ago (and about a hundred pounds ago, too).
After almost 10 inches of snow, howling winds, and freezing temperatures last weekend, everything was gone this weekend and the temperature was in the mid 60s. What a difference a week makes! It was so nice today that we loaded two of the grandchildren up in the old '48 Plymouth and took them...
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