“Boy, it sure was cold.”
—January 6, 1941
You can kinda rely on it being cold in Little America, Wyoming (a census-designated place, population 68, give or take, elevation 6,424 feet) on January 6.
Little America took its name from the Antarctic base camp set up by Robert Byrd, hence the...
I recently picked up this luggage decal. The other Little America ephemera that came with it dates from 1941, so this likely does as well.
I’ve spent the night at Little America (the original one, out where the deer and the antelope play) on a couple-three occasions. It’s a hotel/restaurant/gas...
We have a gas furnace and water heater. I’ve been tempted to run a gas line from the basement utility room, where the furnace and water heater are, directly up to the kitchen, to put in a gas stove to replace the glass-top electric POS that came with the house. But I’ve heard so many good things...
I’ve long speculated that the future is in micro-generation. It appears that time is bearing that out. Residential rooftop solar is EVERYWHERE around here, and more is going in all the time. A nearby park-and-ride lot is covered with overhead photovoltaic panels and numerous parking spots double...
I damned near started a house fire by letting a pillow fall onto an electric baseboard heater. This was in either late ’68 or early ’69, shortly after moving to Seattle. We’d all gone up to the mountains for a few hours of frolicking in the snow. Came home to a toasty smell. The pillow was good...
With all the money getting tossed around in the destination resort towns around here (Aspen, for example), there ought be enough to more satisfactorily compensate the workers who keep the whole damn circus going.
I’m not big on small-town living, no matter how spectacular the scenery. My sister...
Ours is a predominantly working-class neighborhood and even here more than a few households hire out lawn care.
Lawns are truly less than practical in this semi-arid climate. Without regular irrigation and applications of weed ’n’ feed and the like, “lawns” would nothing but hard-packed dirt...
As I’ve noted in one way or another on at least a half dozen occasions, it isn’t the “gentrification” that grates so much as the self-congratulatory tone adopted by so many of that ilk — the real estate agents and flippers as well as the new residents to the old districts.
In decades past such...
That’s about the size of it. We’re all compromised, to one degree or another. It’s the failing to acknowledge it that annoys.
I have a far more comfortable existence than the run of humanity. Good luck is what it is, mostly.
What I find most objectionable isn’t the profiteering off others’ unfortunate circumstances (such as the pricing out of the people doing the honest work) so much as the gentrifiers smug suggestion that they’ve “saved” the neighborhood.
Those charming old houses in those wonderfully “diverse”...
I send and receive lotsa things via the United States Postal Service. I’ve found it every bit as reliable as other shipping services and generally less expensive. (Although there have been a couple-three or four exceptions, mostly in the latter months of last year, when the Priority Mail...
Which is why reverse mortgages are another way wealth trickles up.
I don’t fault the people who really need the scratch for taking out a reverse mortgage. My favorite neighbors have one. They’re several years older than me and on a limited income. The reverse mortgage leaves them with enough...
Real estate values around here have escalated dramatically over the past year or so. I’d call it absurd if it weren’t that buyers are paying the prices. Low mortgage interest rates and high rental prices are fueling it. When a modest three-bedroom house is renting for something approaching three...
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