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1 “I love You, Lord, my strength.”
2 The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my savior,
My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge;
My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
3 I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
And I am saved from my enemies.
4 The ropes of death encompassed me,
And the torrents of destruction terrified me.
5 The ropes of Sheol surrounded me;
The snares of death confronted me.
6 In my distress I called upon the Lord,
And cried to my God for help;
He heard my voice from His temple,
And my cry for help before Him came into His ears.
7 Then the earth shook and quaked;
And the foundations of the mountains were trembling
And were shaken, because He was angry.
8 Smoke went up out of His nostrils,
And fire from His mouth was devouring;
Coals burned from it.
9 He also bowed the heavens down low, and came down
With thick darkness under His feet.
10 He rode on a cherub and flew;
And He sped on the wings of the wind.
11 He made darkness His hiding place, His canopy around Him,
Darkness of waters, thick clouds.
12 From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds,
Hailstones and coals of fire.
13 The Lord also thundered in the heavens,
And the Most High uttered His voice,
Hailstones and coals of fire.
14 He sent out His arrows, and scattered them,
And lightning flashes in abundance, and routed them.
15 Then the channels of water appeared,
And the foundations of the world were exposed
By Your rebuke, Lord,
At the blast of the breath of Your nostrils.
16 He sent from on high, He took me;
He drew me out of many waters.
17 He saved me from my strong enemy,
And from those who hated me, for they were too mighty for me.
18 They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
But the Lord was my support.
19 He also brought me out into an open place;
He rescued me, because He delighted in me.
20 The Lord has rewarded me according to my righteousness;
According to the cleanness of my hands He has repaid me.
21 For I have kept the ways of the Lord,
And have not acted wickedly against my God.
22 For all His judgments were before me,
And I did not put away His statutes from me.
23 I was also blameless with Him,
And I kept myself from my wrongdoing.
24 Therefore the Lord has repaid me according to my righteousness,
According to the cleanness of my hands in His eyes.
25 With the faithful You show Yourself faithful;
With the blameless You prove Yourself blameless;
26 With the pure You show Yourself pure,
And with the crooked You show Yourself astute.
27 For You save an afflicted people,
But You humiliate haughty eyes.
28 For You light my lamp;
The Lord my God illumines my darkness.
29 For by You I can run at a troop of warriors;
And by my God I can leap over a wall.
30 As for God, His way is blameless;
The word of the Lord is refined;
He is a shield to all who take refuge in Him.
31 For who is God, but the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God,
32 The God who encircles me with strength,
And makes my way blameless?
33 He makes my feet like deer’s feet,
And sets me up on my high places.
34 He trains my hands for battle,
So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
35 You have also given me the shield of Your salvation,
And Your right hand upholds me;
And Your gentleness makes me great.
36 You enlarge my steps under me,
And my feet have not slipped.
37 I pursued my enemies and overtook them,
And I did not turn back until they were consumed.
38 I shattered them, so that they were not able to rise;
They fell under my feet.
39 For You have encircled me with strength for battle;
You have forced those who rose up against me to bow down under me.
40 You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me,
And I destroyed those who hated me.
41 They cried for help, but there was no one to save,
They cried to the Lord, but He did not answer them.
42 Then I beat them fine like the dust before the wind;
I emptied them out like the mud of the streets.
43 You have rescued me from the contentions of the people;
You have placed me as head of the nations;
A people whom I have not known serve me.
44 As soon as they hear, they obey me;
Foreigners pretend to obey me.
45 Foreigners lose heart,
And come trembling out of their fortresses.
46 The Lord lives, and blessed be my rock;
And exalted be the God of my salvation,
47 The God who executes vengeance for me,
And subdues peoples under me.
48 He rescues me from my enemies;
You indeed lift me above those who rise up against me;
You rescue me from a violent man.
49 Therefore I will give thanks to You among the nations, Lord,
And I will sing praises to Your name.
50 He gives great salvation to His king,
And shows faithfulness to His anointed,
To David and his descendants forever."
1955 Magirus-Deutz Mercur (GW-ÖL) at the Oldtimer Museum Rügen.
Until 1976 a regular fire truck (TLF 15), then converted into a oil removel truck. The equipment box were replaced with a bed to carry oil barriers and a dinghy. It served until 1993.
Taxiing for departure.
Reregistered VP-BNN 27-Jun-03,
then N934DF 16-Jun-05,
exported back to Bermuda 30-Oct-06 as VP-BKI,
then reregistered M-PBKI 13-Dec-10,
then N504ST 23-Oct-15,
then N400JZ 27-Mar-19.
Schweiz / Berner Oberland - Blüemlisalp
seen from Morgenberghorn
gesehen vom Morgenberghorn
The Blüemlisalp is a massif of the Bernese Alps, in the territory of the municipalities of Kandersteg and Reichenbach im Kandertal.
Its main peaks are:
Blüemlisalphorn (3,660 m)
Wyssi Frau (3,648 m)
Morgenhorn (3,620 m)
Oeschinenhorn (3,486 m)
The entire massif is contained within the canton of Bern, as it lies north of the main crest and water divide of the Bernese Alps. To the west, it is connected with the Doldenhorn group via the Fründenhorn; to the east, it is continued by the Gspaltenhorn. To the south, it is connected to the main crest by the Tschingel Pass.
Ascent is from the Blüemlisalphütte (2,840 m), over the glacier, past the Wildi Frau (3,274 m)
Geography
The Blüemlisalp forms a ridge of great height, cut away in precipices on the southeast side, surmounted by four principal peaks, in the following order, reckoning from east to west: Morgenhorn (3,620 m), Wyssi Frau (3,648 m), the Blüemlisalphorn (3,660 m) and the Oeschinenhorn (3,486 m). To the southwest of the last peak, and between it and the Doldenhorn, is a minor summit — the Fründenhorn (3,368 m). In front of the main ridge, as seen from the northwest, e. g. from the Dündenhorn, are seen three minor peaks which project as steep islets of rock from the great glacier-fields that cover that side of the mountain. These are the Wildi Frau (3,274 m), the Ufem Stock (3,222 m), and the Blümlisalp Rothhorn (3,297 m).
The two main feeders of the Blüemlisalp Glacier (German: Blüemlisalpgletscher) flow downwards through the openings between the three last-named summits, but a short branch from the ice-stream that descends between the Wildi Frau and the Ufem Stock turns to the north, and flows into the head of the Kiental.
First ascent
The highest peak was ascended in 1860 by Leslie Stephen, accompanied by R. Liveing and J.K. Stone, with Melchior Anderegg and Pierre Simond of Argentière as guides. Starting from the chalets of the Oeschinenalp at 2 a.m., they reached the ridge near the Dündengrat at 4.15. Then mounting over snowfields, and the glacier lying between the Wilde Frau and the Ufem Stock, they passed behind, or south, of the latter summit, and gained the depression between the Blüemlisalp Rothhorn and the highest peak at 6 a.m. They finally reached the top 2 hours laters, Stephen wrote:
"We reached the top at 8 a.m., and had a grand view down the cliffs to the Tschingel Glacier, as well as a very fine view over the Swiss plains, and a general panorama resembling that from the Altels, returning easily to Kandersteg by 2 p.m."
(Wikipedia)
Die Blüemlisalp, manchmal auch Blümlisalp geschrieben, ist ein stark vergletschertes Bergmassiv der Berner Alpen in der Schweiz.
Geographie
Der Bergstock trägt von West nach Ost mit
dem Oeschinenhorn (3486 m ü. M.)
dem Blüemlisalphorn (3660 m ü. M.)
der Wyssi Frau (»Weisse Frau«, 3648 m ü. M.)
dem Morgehorn (»Morgenhorn«, 3620 m ü. M.)
vier ausgeprägte Gipfel, deren Verbindungsgrat oft überschritten wird (ausgeprägte Wechten). Diesen Hauptgipfeln sind auf der Nordseite mit dem Blüemlisalp-Rothorn (3297 m), dem Stock (»Ufem Stock«, 3222 m) und der Wildi Frau (»Wilde Frau«, 3274 m) drei weitere Gipfel vorgelagert. Während die Nordseite durch Firnfelder dominiert wird, die von weither aus dem Schweizer Mittelland und bei klarer Sicht selbst von den höheren Gipfeln des Schwarzwaldes aus sichtbar sind, fällt die Südflanke in steilen Felswänden auf den rund 1000 m tiefer liegenden Kanderfirn ab.
Die Blüemlisalp liegt ganz auf Berner Boden und ist dem Hauptkamm der Berner Alpen, der weiter südlich über das Balmhorn zieht, nördlich vorgelagert. Weiter westlich hängt das Massiv über das Fründenhorn mit der Doldenhorngruppe zusammen. Im Osten folgt jenseits des Einschnitts der Gamchilücke das Gspaltenhorn im Gratverlauf.
Die grossen Firn- und Gletscherfelder der Blüemlisalp-Nordseite fliessen über den Blüemlisalpgletscher ab, der über den Oeschinensee in die Kander entwässert. Im Südosten des Berges liegt der Kanderfirn, aus dessen Alpetligletscher genannter Zunge die Kander im oberen Gasterental entspringt. Im Nordosten befindet sich der Gamchigletscher, dessen Wasser via Gamchibach, Gornerewasser und Chiene (Kiental) ebenfalls in die Kander fliesst.
Alpinistisches
Erstbesteigung: Der Gipfel des Blüemlisalphorns wurde am 27. August 1860 durch Melchior Anderegg (Führer), Robert Liveing, Fritz Ogi (Führer), P. Simond (Führer), Leslie Stephen und J. K. Stone erstmals betreten.
Der heutige Normalanstieg führt von der Blüemlisalphütte (2834 m) des Schweizer Alpen-Clubs (SAC) zunächst in südlicher Richtung über den östlichen Arm des Blüemlisalpgletschers gegen die Nordhänge von Morgenhorn und Weisser Frau. Zwischen Stock und Weisser Frau wendet man sich nach Südwesten und steigt etwas in die Firnmulde unterhalb der Blüemlisalphorn-Nordwand ab. Jenseits der Mulde wird der Rothornsattel in einem steileren Eisanstieg erreicht. Vom Sattel steigt man den anfangs felsigen und nicht leichten Nord-West-Grat hinan (abwärts geschichtete Platten, oft bei Vereisung heikel, Sicherungsstangen vorhanden). Im oberen Teil folgt man dem hier schneebedeckten Grat bis zum Gipfel (Gipfelwechte nicht betreten!). Ca. 5 Stunden von der Blüemlisalphütte. Der Weiterweg über die Weisse Frau zum Morgenhorn (Blüemlisalp-Überschreitung zurück zur Blüemlisalphütte) stellt nochmals deutlich höhere Anforderungen und ist nur versierten Alpinisten anzuraten.
In der 450 m hohen eisgepanzerten Blüemlisalphorn-Nordwand wechseln sich bis zu 70° steile Passagen mit flacheren Wegstücken ab. Die Wand weist eine mittlere Steilheit von etwa 45° auf. Die Schwierigkeiten hängen stark von den Eisverhältnissen ab. Die Blüemlisalphorn-Nordwand wurde am 1. Juli 1924 von Willy Richardet, Walter Amstutz und Hermann Salvisberg erstmals durchstiegen.
Die Anstiege von der Südseite führen durch eher brüchigen Fels und sind daher von untergeordneter alpinistischer Bedeutung.
Von Kandersteg im Kandertal führt eine Höhenwanderung am Oeschinensee vorbei zum Pass Hohtürli, und weiter über die Sefinenfurgge ins Sefinental. Dabei passiert man die Zunge des Blüemlisalpgletschers und den wilden Gamchikessel. Knapp über der Passhöhe von Hohtürli bietet sich die Blüemlisalphütte als hochalpiner Stützpunkt an. Die Hütte kann auch aus dem nördlich gelegenen Kiental erreicht werden.
Sage
An den Namen «Blüemlisalp» erinnert in mehreren Varianten eine Sage, in der menschlicher Hochmut schlimme Folgen hat:
Früher soll die Blüemlisalp eine der besten und ertragreichsten Alpen weit und breit gewesen sein und der Senn, der sie bewirtschaftete, wurde von Jahr zu Jahr reicher und reicher. Eines Tages holte er sich eine junge, hochmütige Magd ins Haus. Damit ihre Füsse nicht schmutzig wurden, baute der Senn ihr aus Käselaiben einen Weg ums Haus, füllte die Fugen mit Butter und wusch jeden Morgen mit frischer Milch den Dreck von den Stufen. Die Mutter des Sennen hörte von diesem Tun und stieg auf die Alp, um ihren Sohn von seinem Tun abzubringen. Müde und durstig erreichte sie die Hütte. Aber der Bursche lachte die Mutter nur aus, und auf Geheiss seiner Geliebten reichte er ihr eine Schale mit verdorbener Milch. Empört erhob sich die Mutter und sprach einen Fluch aus: "Gott strafe euch, ihr Frevler! Der Berg soll euch mit Eis bedecken und du und deine Kathrin und deine Herde sollen für immer darunter begraben werden!" Dann nahm sie ihren Stab und stieg ins Tal zurück. Kaum hatte sie die Alp verlassen, türmten sich schwarze Wolken um den Berg und ein dumpfes Grollen war zu hören. Mächtige Fels- und Eisbrocken stürzten von den Gipfeln hinunter auf die Alp und bedeckten Mensch und Tier. Von nun an blieb die Blüemlisalp weiss und kalt, und noch heute soll man in klaren Nächten die Schreie des sündigen Sohnes und das panische Brüllen der Kühe hören.
Vermischtes
In seiner Kurzgeschichte Winterkrieg in Tibet beschreibt Friedrich Dürrenmatt die Blüemlisalp als grossen Bunker, wo die Schweizer Abgeordneten ungestört ihre Tätigkeit fortsetzen können, während vor der Tür Weltkrieg herrscht.
Die Blüemlisalp wird im Hit Alperose von Polo Hofer besungen.
Nach der Blüemlisalp sind der Schaufelraddampfer Blümlisalp auf dem Thunersee und die Thuner Sektion des Schweizer Alpen-Clubs SAC benannt.
Seit 2004 findet der Blüemlisalp-Lauf statt, ein 10-Meilen-Berglauf mit 720 m Höhendifferenz.
(Wikipedia)
Wow! So, I got ANOTHER Selfie Snaps Sasha for a Secret Santa I was in. Then, I got HMNI Cameron as an early Christmas present. Then got VEE (AAAAHHHH!!!), the 5-pack, and all of Metallic Madness (except Raya) on Christmas plus 3/5 of the fashion packs and 5/6 of the shoefies. Plus Selfie Stick Jade. Then, I received Study Abroad Jade from my boyfriend (different guy then from my birthday, long story). We went out to eat and then stopped at Walmart and picked up the Photobooth and the Study Abroad case which went down to $15. Then we decided to head over to TRU and price match Study Abroad Sasha, Fierce Fitness Cloe and Jade, Big Cloe, the last Shoefie pack I needed, and MM Raya. It's been a good few days but now I'm almost drained of money again. Worth it? I still have fourteen dolls to go to complete this season.
First tightly cropped, then used normal oil painting effect at just 15%, then used Adobe photoshop beta wallpaper 14 effect. Finished with a fine lime green border. Pansies located in garden of a nearby neighbor.
The Lovebird siblings recently born in our Family...The puppies of Blu & Luce!
Photographed in the garden with my reflex Canon EOS 250D that always gives me great satisfaction, especially for the true colours.
Shot few days ago, at the age of 40 days around when they just had completed the first moulting but could not fly yet.
We are carrying on the flying lessons and just yesterday they begun with some short timid flights...soon they will become acrobats and quit the baby food to focus on seeds and lots of fruits and vegetables...
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(Entered in the #GREEN topic on Flickr Social ), then selected & manually explored for this TakeOver Green Day on Oct. 27 2022 with the absolute hit list n. 15.
Then selected as cover image of the "Global card" appearing in the login Flickr home worldover for many weeks and as cover of the new initiative "Weekly Snapshot" from October 28. My best thanks to Flickr for having chosen my photo but also to the 1,8 millions people who liked it and contributed to diffuse it virally !
⭐ EXPLORED ⭐ 27.10.2022: www.flickr.com/photos/white-angel/52116287291/in/explore-... Selected for the "Green" TakeOver Day.
Selected as cover of the editorial "Weekly Snapshot with Flickr Social" in the Flickr Blog, Oct. 28 2022
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On Fluidr: www.fluidr.com/explore/interesting/2022/10/27 # 15
(1 in a multiple picture album)
Do not miss Kolob Canyon if you go to Zion National Park. It is away from the main part of the park where most of the folks go. You will need to drive back to I-15, then north a bit to find it. But it will be well worth your while.
On July 31, 1956, we boarded the Grace Line's SS "Santa Rosa" at La Guaira, the port that serves the Venezuelan capital of Caracas.
It was my first trip abroad. Naturally, I don't remember a thing about it, so I am glad to have found these slides. Unfortunately, they didn't age well and developed a red cast. It took considerable effort to make them look this good using Photo Shop. Actually, considering they were taken almost 70 years ago, it's fitting that they should have a markedly vintage look.
We disembarked in New York on August 8 after meandering across the Caribbean, calling at ports such as Curaçao in the Netherland Antilles and the colonial city of Cartagena de Indias in Colombia.
The twin towers and dome in the background on the left belong to the Cathedral of San Pedro Claver in Cartagena. Here is a link to photos I took there when Frank and I visited in 2014: www.flickr.com/search/?user_id=40595948%40N00&sort=da...
From left to right are my father (47), my nanny and I, my sister (12) and brother (15), then in the forth form at the Choate School and looking every bit the suave preppie.
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The Cathedral of San Pedro Claver was first built in 1575, destroyed by Sir Francis Drake in 1586, and rebuilt in 1602.
It was eventually named for a Spanish-born Jesuit priest, Pedro Claver, who arrived in Cartagena in 1610. Cartagena was a hub of the slave trade, with over 10,000 slaves arriving in the city each year, most arriving from West Africa.
Father Claver was not in the city long before he began dedicating himself to ministering the slaves.
During the 40 years he served in Cartagena, he personally baptized over 300,000 slaves and worked to ensure that they were treated humanely. He often would meet the slave ships and provide food, medicine, and care for all those who were ill or malnourished.
The scope of Father Claver's ministry was not known until after his death. He was canonized in 1888 and was the patron saint of slaves. Many black descendants of slaves make the pilgrimage to Cartagena to honor Saint Pedro Claver.
Those visiting the inside of the cathedral can see Father Claver's remains in the altar, and the church contains interesting furnishings. It is also possible to visit the home of Saint Pedro Claver which has been converted into a museum and is located just next door to the church.
Don't miss the lovely quiet courtyard of the church.
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The Blüemlisalp is a massif of the Bernese Alps, in the territory of the municipalities of Kandersteg and Reichenbach im Kandertal.
Its main peaks are:
Blüemlisalphorn (3,664 m)
Wyssi Frau (3,650 m) 46°29′35″N 7°47′0″E
Morgenhorn (3,623 m) 46°29′46″N 7°47′28″E
The entire massif is contained within the canton of Berne, and forms a northern extension to the main range of the Bernese alps. To the west, it is connected with the Doldenhorn group via the Oeschinenhorn and Fründenhorn peaks; to the east, it is continued by the Gspaltenhorn.
Ascent is from the Blüemlisalphütte (2,840 m), over the glacier, past the Wildi Frau (3,260 m).
The Blüemlisalp forms a ridge of great height, cut away in precipices on the southeast side, surmounted by four principal peaks, in the following order, reckoning from east to west: Morgenhorn (3,623 m), Weisse Frau (3,650 m), the Blüemlisalphorn (3,661 m) and the Oeschinenhorn (3,486 m). To the southwest of the last peak, and between it and the Doldenhorn, is a minor summit — the Fründenhorn (3,369 m). In front of the main ridge, as seen from the northwest, e. g. from the Dündenhorn, are seen three minor peaks which project as steep islets of rock from the great glacier-fields that cover that side of the mountain. These are the Wildi Frau (3,260 m), the Ufem Stock (3,221 m), and the Blümlisalp Rothhorn (3,297 m).
The two main feeders of the Blüemlisalp Glacier (German: Blüemlisalpgletscher) flow downwards through the openings between the three last-named summits, but a short branch from the ice-stream that descends between the Wildi Frau and the Ufem Stock turns to the north, and flows into the head of the Kiental.
The highest peak was ascended in 1860 by Leslie Stephen, accompanied by Liveing and Stone, with Melchior Anderegg and Pierre Simond of Argentière as guides. Starting from the chalets of the Oeschinenalp at 2 a.m., they reached the ridge near the Dündengrat at 4.15. Then mounting over snowfields, and the glacier lying between the Wilde Frau and the Ufem Stock, they passed behind, or south, of the latter summit, and gained the depression between the Blüemlisalp Rothhorn and the highest peak at 6 a.m. They finally reached the top 2 hours laters, Stephen wrote:
"We reached the top at 8 a.m., and had a grand view down the cliffs to the Tschingel Glacier, as well as a very fine view over the Swiss plains, and a general panorama resembling that from the Altels, returning easily to Kandersteg by 2 p.m."
[Source: Wikipedia]
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London United route 27: Chiswick, Business Park - Chalk Farm, Morrisons
Departed Bishop's Bridge Road / Westbourne Terrace (M), towards Paddington Station (H)
Route 10 was withdrawn on 24 November 2018. The 23 intends to replace it between Marble Arch and Hammersmith, but no longer serves the West End which leaves Edgware Road with no direct link to Regent Street when only a short while ago, the 6, 23 and 15 then 159 did.
The withdrawal of the 10 allows London United to push its Scania buses out of service: by ousting the otherwise redundant LT149-171, 174 onto route 27, the batch dominoes ADH23-51 onto the Scania-allocated route E3. The update is not complete, but three LTs kicked it off on the day of the service change, as LT162 demonstrates.
©London Bus Breh 2018.
Men grow up to 15 then we get old
La mandarina es el fruto de las diferentes especies de cítricos llamados comúnmente mandarino, entre ellas Citrus reticulata, Citrus unshiu, Citrus reshni, así como sus híbridos, incluyendo Citrus × tangerina, cuya taxonomía está discutida.1 Pertenece al grupo de frutos llamados hesperidios y su pulpa está formada por un considerable número de gajos llenos de zumo o jugo; el cual contiene mucha vitamina C, flavonoides y aceites esenciales. Es el cítrico más parecido a la naranja, aunque de menor tamaño, sabor más aromático y con mayor facilidad para quitar su piel en la mayoría de las variedades, así como una acidez ligeramente inferior y una mayor proporción de azúcares simples. Estas propiedades hacen que se considere una golosina natural de fácil consumo para jóvenes y ancianos. 2
So this photo has a story. This is southbound Reading and Northern train NRFF (North Reading Fast Freight) on its way back south from Pittston. Leading the way is drab SD40-2 3059 still in its NS black (EMD blt. May 1979 as high hood SOU 3327) while sharp looking SD50 5018 acquired from CSXT (EMD blt. Mar. 1984 as SBD 8550) trails. They are at MP 120.9 on the RBMN mainline crossing the new bridge (opened Feb. 2020) that connects two former CNJ lines that never connected from north to the west. To read more about the bridge project check out this link: www.railwayage.com/mw/rn-opens-new-bridge/ They are about to pass over the hand throw switch at Jim Thorpe Jct. (that connects with the three mile long Jim Thorpe branch in foreground that extends to Packerton Jct.) and pass the division post indicating the start of RBMN's Reading Division.
So now that you know the technical this is not the shot I wanted. In fact when we left home around 11 AM my intention was to drive straight to White Haven for the northbound run in perfect light with 5018 leading. Alas Connecticut traffic was nothing short of horrifying and it was impossible to find a way across the Hudson River. So a when we left RI Google said I'd arrive at 3:45 PM, then quickly it said 4:15 then 5...but I thought I'd still make the train...but by the time maps said 6 PM I gave up and realized I'd get nothing. Instead it was 7 PM...twice as long as planned, when we finally made it to Jim Thorpe.
I wanted to at least say I saw and shot something....so I cranked up the ISO and settled for monochrome which was appropriate given the leader anyway. They curled across the Lehigh River almost exactly at sunset, but the sun was gone about 15 min earlier thanks to the rolling hills even on this evening two days shy of the longest day of the year. Oh, and to add to the adventure...not 10 min before getting this shot I heard my gf scream 'Dave!' and when I came running I saw a big old fat black bear ambling about in the woods no more than two car lengths from us!
Definitely a day I won't soon forget...and all I've got to show for it is this shot...appropriately dark given my angry and frustrated mood while shooting it...but hey, at least we saw a bear...and it didn't eat us!
Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania
Friday June 18, 2021
Ms. Stacey Savage's Hellfire Story Intro
Strip Tease in the VIP Flashback [Scene 01 & 02]
I mean, my story started a WHILE back. Just like any other stripper, yeah, I started in the club and wanted out after a while. The same repetitive thing gets boring for me honestly. Am I ashamed of it? Definitely not. I used to feel like I had super powers. The art of seduction. What a thing. If you master it correctly, you could get almost anything you wanted. Being in the VIP room with the most influential men in the country; their eyes gawking at my slim curves as I merely twirled around the pole, acting as if I were alone. It was so easy. As if they were silly putty in my hands. You know what that silly putty looked like to me? Dollar signs. Tons of them. But honestly what I won't forget was the moment my life would change forever. So corny to say, but it's the truth. It was like a dream. I mean if you ever told me I would leave the club and have been so in love to the point of marriage with a billionaire with millions of secrets as baggage, I would have laughed in your face. Because that doesn't sound like me at all. Commitment? Please... I mean yeah I would have been set for life, so who wouldn't jump at the opportunity, but I could never think about love. At least I never did until I met him... Let's call him, Endless.
I remember that night in the room as if it happened yesterday. Just felt like any other night at first. Doing the same old routines for my regulars. Seeing the same faces whistle and drool over the girls on main stage. At least the night felt the same up until one of the other strippers came over to me while I was on my smoke break. She said a client requested to have me up in the VIP room.
"Auuhh, I literally was just going to dance main stage for another 15 then take my shit and call it a night, honestly." I said to her as I took a drag of my joint.
"Girl, just do this last dance. I heard this guy got moneeeeeeeeeeeeeyy. Not them dusty ass ones we get from our regulars." She takes the joint from me as she finishes her sentence, takes a pull and hands it back.
"Those dusty ass ones pays for my rent and my expensive taste" I flash the new YSL earrings I got recently from NOVEMBER to her as I take back the joint. "I am sure he will be throwing the same ones that comes up to the same amount that we usually get from all the other high roller clients." I take a toke and exhale slow.
"Oh no girl, I heard this guy, the lowest he will ever throw are BENJAMINS. Shit, if he wasn't so hell bent on having your ass in there then I wouldn't be here telling you to go. I need me some YSL too." She opens back the club door and as she heads inside she says "I mean just check it out, the worst that can happen is that you make more money. He's already up in VIP waiting."
"Yeah, yeah I'm going." I out my joint, dropped it into my tube and headed back inside towards the VIP room.
As I approached the VIP, I felt this sudden nervousness but honestly at that time I thought it was just the fact I was so high and tired. I was one of the clubs most popular girls so it was safe to say I was there majority of my days and nights. I needed guap and with having so much debt once upon a time, stripping at any time I could, helped. Especially since most of my clients were high rollers that prefered VIP.
When I entered the room, I gave a sultry smile over to Endless. I scanned him while I started my routine. Gazing slightly at him every twirl I did around the pole. Walking slowly like a lioness gearing up to pounce on its prey.
As I was about to start a pole climb he says "Come here and get comfortable on the floor."
Confused, I waltz over and slowly crawl to the spot he was pointing at."Are we playing Simon Says now?" I said cheekily with a smirk.
He smiles and says "You've got a little humor in you, I like that." He lifted his arm and caressed my face as he traced my lips with his fingers. "Yes, that's what we'll play. Just Endless Says.. Every time you do as I say, I will throw $5,000 in 100s. For anything. Can just be if I tell you to look at me. I may ask many things though. Hope you can keep up."
Wow, JACKPOT, I kept thinking. WWHHHHEWW YES! FINALLY A REALLLLL HIGH ROLLER. No $5,000 cap tonight! "I think I can handle that." I smile while responding, trying to contain my excitement.
"Great, because this night is special.." he says as he buzzes for one of our attendees to bring a large briefcase.
"What makes it so special?" I asked.
He looks up at me as I ease into the splits while idle, eagerly waiting on his first command.
He leans over from the couch towards my face and places his index finger under my chin to raise my face up to look him in the eye as he whispers.. "You."
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Getting the firehose treatment while taxiing to depart rwy 10.
Reregistered N679JB 16-Jan-15,
then F-HXRG 17-Jul-15.
In Edinburgh the present service 15 hardly bears much resemblance to that which used to serve the city. The route goes back to the 1920's when tram service 15 worked between Portobello and Fairmilehead, the bus service which took over in 1954 extended east to Joppa. In 1965 it worked a full 7 day timetable requiring 11 buses - 10 from Marine and a further part-day duty from Tollcross. It provided a useful direct link from Portobello to the south west of Edinburgh - now missing as the present day service no longer serves the seaside suburb. And this is particularly felt today as Lothian service 26 struggles to cope with full loads in summer.
Leyland Titan 541 is seen in 1971 on south St Andrew Street; its driver known as 'The Milkman' like many others then was long-service; note the detailed 6-point information given - much more than any other city outside of London. However, as the 15 then deviated from Bruntsfield Place to serve Gillespie's and Strathearn. I do recall suggesting 'Whitehouse Loan' be inserted to replace 'Piershill' as I considered that not necessary. Note coming alongside is an Eastern Scottish Bristol 'Lodekka' en-route to Rosewell.
The XV-15 tilt rotor aircraft undergoing tests on the VTOL stand. This allowed the engine and rotor system to undergo realistic testing before being committed to actual free flight. For takeoff, the proprotors and their engines are used in the straight-up position where the thrust is directed downward. The XV-15 then climbs vertically into the air like a helicopter. Once off the ground, the XV-15 has the ability to fly in one of two different modes. It can fly as a helicopter, in the partially converted airplane mode or, it can convert from the helicopter mode to the airplane mode.
Credit: NASA
Image Number: ECN-13840
Date: October 19, 1980
Rhys Millen at the formula D finals on 10/13/07 at Irwindale Speedway in CA. I love tis wide angle shot. But the thing I worry about is others copying this angle and shot. I dont make money as a motorsports photographer. But I don't like to see people making money off of copying my ideas while I get nothing.
At the Long Beach event I started shooting extremely wide angle pans from over my head, with REALLY slow shutter speeds, next thing I know, I come back after lunch and I cant even get back to the spot because everybody is doing my shot!!!
(http://www.flickr.com/photos/ericcastro/452961150/)
(http://www.flickr.com/photos/ericcastro/452957478/)
Oh well, thats how it goes.
As a whole I feel the "drift" photographers are a very uncreative lot. REALLY, look at thier portfolios. They are all identical. Thats why I try new stuff. There are so many options. Even with the few shooting holes they alow us to use. (which makes it really challenging not to look like everyone else.
But there are 2 areas I used that no one else shot from!!!! I saw about 25 photographers in one hole, and nobody even touched 2 of the spots I hit!! WTF??oh, well.
I have some other things up my sleeve still and photos I havent posted from some of my "spots". I might just sit on them till I shoot for something larger than DRIFT411.COM.
On the argument side of things,...
If I start getting paid, my creativity will be at risk. Gotta make sure to get what the boss wants right?? Guess that will put me back in with the rest of them, just playing safe.
Glad I have a somewhat steady job outside of photography.
My Rants over,
thanks
How I did it.....
ISO 400
F 3.5
18mm
800FPS
And I panned with it. The trick is getting the car full frame without cutting some off. Or haveing it back 3 feet from you, cause it will be too small at this lens size.
Photoshop CS2...
Contrast up 15
brightness up 5
Saturation up 12
Curves down 15, then erased center to give a vinette
Curves down again over the whole photo, till it looked good.
Duplicate Layer, Gassien Blur 3.7, erased the blur from forground.
Canvas size, black, borders are 50 pixels bigger than picture
Water mark
Under 2 minutes. Its the same tweaks I do to my photos. I actually rarely cheat with the blur, but the shutter speeds just to high everyone was in focus. Every once in awhile I will play with the photofilters, but not this run.
NASA image acquired March 21, 2012
After a nearly ice-free winter, Lake Erie was filled with multi-colored swirls of sediment on the first days of spring, 2012. The Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) aboard NASA’s Terra satellite captured this true-color image of the southern Great Lakes region on March 21, 2012 at 16:25 UTC (12:25 p.m. Eastern Standard Time).
The nearly clear waters of Lake Huron can be seen in the northwest and Lake Ontario lies to the east of sediment-filled Lake Erie. Relatively small Lake St. Clair, also filled with multicolor sediment, sits between Lake Huron and Lake Erie.
Major cities line the shore of Lake Erie, and appear as gray smudges. In the far northeast corner of the lake sits Buffalo, New York. Moving westward, the town of Erie sits on the shoreline in Pennsylvania. Cleveland, Ohio is marked by a red hotspot, and associated with swirls of yellow-green sediment reaching from the coast into the lake.
The winter of 2011-2012 has been warmer than normal for the Great Lakes Region. A local news station, newsnet5.com, reported in late February that temperatures around all five Great Lakes had been averaging 5 ° F higher than normal since November 2011. Great Lakes ice cover stood at only 5% as of February 15. Then, on March 21, the National Weather Service (NWS) reported that the Lake Erie water temperature measured at Buffalo, New York was 39 °F, which tied for the warmest water temperature ever measured there during the month of March.
Credit: NASA/GSFC/Jeff Schmaltz/MODIS Land Rapid Response Team
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~ 1/21/24 DAY 193- 365 ~ YEAR 9 ~ DAY 3424 PHOTO A DAY ~ 365 A DAY CHALLENGE ~ DAY 21 JANUARY 2024 CHALLENGE ~ "NEW" ~ "I got a "NEW" stuffed animal, a goat to remind me of the goats I saw last summer, they were so cute. My little goat is with my Celtic cross today. Everyone have a Special, Safe Sunday and week ahead.".... ~
"Judges 13:15
Then Manoah said to the angel of the Lord, “Please let us detain you so that we may prepare a young goat for you.”.... ~
Debbie and I have been visiting a few Stately Homes over the last few weeks and today we visited Woburn Abbey.
It has to be said, I've not been hugely impressed with the houses I've visited recently (with the exception of Hatfield House).
One of my pet peeves about these is the fact that you pay your money...but you are forced into the building via the tradesmans entrance round the back...and there is no access to view the front of the house (and even when you can see the front of the house some clown has parked a car right across the front of it!). Now I know people live here - but if you want my £15, then I want to see the front of the house as well as the back (even if it is as impressive as Woburn's rear).
This was one of the best I could get of the front of Woburn...I have a slightly closer shot (from an angle) but I prefer this one for the reflections in the lake...the deer were very impressive, by the way.
The virgin shall be with child, and bear a son, and they shall call His name Immanuel, which is translated, God with us. (Matthew 1:23).
This is a beautiful scripture and since that first Christmas 2000 years ago, the assurance that God is with His people has taken on new meaning. Before Jesus was born, the Israelites were assured that even in judgement they could have hope because God was with them (Isaiah 8:8,10). Yet they didn't know God as fully as we can today.
We have a great advantage because through reading the New Testament we can see the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ (2 Corinthians 4:6). And we can sense His presence in all situations of life because He is made real to us by the Holy Spirit (Romans 8:10-16).
Whenever I need reassurance that God is with me, I think about Jesus as He is revealed in the New Testament, I recall how He took little children in His arms and blessed them (Matthew 19:13-15), then I think of His crucifixion, which reminds me of all He endured to be my Savior (Matthew 27: 27-54). Finally, I reflect on His promise, I am with you always, even to the end of the age (Matthew 28:20).
The birth of Jesus gave new significance to the name Immanuel, which means God with us (Matthew 1:23). Because He lived among us, died for us, and sent His Spirit to indwell us, we can rejoice!!
So to make a really long story short-- God came to live with us so we could live with Him...!
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I'm dreaming of a simple life. Just going to work from 7-15 then back home and enjoying the rest of the day. No thoughts about tests and examinations. Life could be so easy.
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Amtrak's southbound Texas Eagle arrives at Joliet's new multi-modal Amtrak/Metra/Bus station behind it's customary, solo P42. In the background is the old EJ&E passenger depot that was built in 1892. Although "the J" gave up passenger service in 1907, it was later used by the Joliet & Eastern Traction Company, which continued to serve it until 1924. Currently, it serves as one of the city's Fire Stations. More info on the building can be found here: www.theherald-news.com/2018/07/15/then-now-the-elgin-joli...
Well.... the year 2008 seems to have just zipped past...and presto! its already 2009!!
So many things have happened that it may be hard for many of us to just brush aside this past year.... however, as fleeting life is..time doesn't wait for anyone.
Why, it seems only yesterday that I bought my first jeans....guess I was 14 or 15 then... :-)
Here is wishing you all a Happy New Year !! The year gone by was when I started doing some serious amateur photography and though it seems I have learnt some, but its still miles to go....In days to come I really hope to learn a lot more with the help of my dear old and new friends here....and quickly!! :-)
Cheero!
Photo by AMPt member Brad Puet
(IG: bradpuet)
Description:
John T. Williams (JTW), a 50-year-old seventh generation Nitinaht carver of the Nuu-chah-nulth First Nations, was shot four times by a Seattle police officer on August 30, 2010. He died at the scene. His only crime appears to have been walking across the street carrying a carving knife and a chunk of cedar.
Sunday February 26, 2012, marked history in Seattle as the JTW Memorial Totem Pole was raised. I had been following the JTW murder since it happened and so was sure to be present as the totem was raised. I will also be posting a blog post about the story on the Juxt blog as well as sharing stories on my own IG and EyeEm feeds.
Process:
Shot with native camera app. Brought into Color Splash to isolate the Elder. Brought into Snapseed for tune image/ ambiance 50%/ contrast 15%, then used grunge #291/ lowered texture to 20% then detail/ sharpened to 10%.
Signalbox diagram from Stratford Southern Junction on the North Woolwich branch. This is how it would have appeared in 1982 with Absolute Block to Abbey Mills Lower Junction (at the site of the current West Ham LU station) where there was a former chord onto the Fenchurch Street line. The goods lines were however reduced to siding status beyond there by this stage, with little traffic to the docks other than serving a scrap yard. In September 82, the diagram altered slightly when a small panel was installed to control the entire line to North Woolwich and the route drastically simplified to a 'basic railway'. The box itself finally closed shortly after in 84 when the junction was simplified and control passed to Stratford panel. 3rd rail electrification was also installed to allow Broad Street trains to be diverted to North Woolwich from Dalston Junction.
This is a faithful recreation of the original diagram based on photos of the inside of the box. I have used a 1974 scheme plan to number the features and deduce distances and text. Photos from inside the box were then used to fill in the blanks with an educated steer.
Both of the gantries used to have four dolls. Dolls 2 and 3 contained splitting distants for the main route associated with 9 or 15. Then doll 4 contained a home and distant for the now-removed east curve diverging just before the low level platforms. See: www.disused-stations.org.uk/s/stratford_market/index4.shtml for the gantry and www.disused-stations.org.uk/s/stratford_low_level/ for a photo of the junction immediately after removal. This is also an intersting photo www.flickr.com/photos/64215236@N03/6676070217/
Today the box is preserved at Dereham. The site is entirely unrecognisable with the LU Jubilee line occupying the goods lines alignment and the DLR that of the mains with a further DLR branch terminating on the GE main line end of the west curve.
A lovely machine I snapped on an away day with work yesterday down at Bruntingthorpe Proving Ground near Leicester.
I had to get out of bed at 03.15 then catch 3 trains and 1 bus to get there and catch 1 bus and 2 trains back - it was a good day and well worth the time.
Replacing an earlier scanned photo with a better version, plus Topaz DeNoise AI 03-Apr-23.
Who remembers V-Bird? They only lasted just over a year, from Sep-03 to Oct-04. Not a bad livery though!
In the early days of Airbus, they didn't use the F-WWxx test registrations when aircraft were destined for a French company. This one was originally built as an A320-211 and first flown as F-GJVV in Feb-95.
The aircraft was delivered to ILFC International Lease Finance Corporation and leased to Air Inter in Mar-95. Air Inter was renamed Air Inter Europe in Jan-96 and the company was merged into Air France in Sep-97. In Oct-97 the aircraft was upgraded to A320-212 standard and sub-leased to Skyservice Airlines (Canada) as C-GTDB.
It was wet-leased to Airtours International Airlines during many European summer seasons, between Apr/Oct-99, Apr/Oct-00, Apr/Nov-01. Airtours was renamed MyTravel Airways at the end of Apr-02 and the summer lease continued between Apr/Oct-02. The aircraft was returned to the lessor in Oct-03.
The following day it was leased to Dutchbird as PH-VAD and sub-leased to V-Bird Airlines. The lease was transferred to V-Bird in Mar-04. Sadly, they didn't last and the aircraft was repossessed in early Oct-04 when V-Bird ceased operations.
It was re-registered N601LF and stored at Winnipeg, MB, Canada. In Feb-05 the aircraft was leased to Germanwings as D-AKNX and returned to the lessor in Apr-08. A few days later it was leased to Rossiya - Russian Airlines as EI-DXY.
The aircraft was returned to the lessor in Sep-14 and stored at Tallin, Estonia. This is where it gets messy! It was sold to DART Ukrainian Airlines as UR-CNU in Mar-15, then wet-leased to Cham Wings Airlines (Syria) in Apr-15. In Oct-15 DART sold the aircraft to Khors Aircompany (Ukraine). The lease to Cham Wings continued with the aircraft being re-registered YK-BAA in Nov-15.
The aircraft appears to have been sold to Meraj Arlines (Iran) in Feb-21 as EP-AJJ. Now 29.5 years old it continues in service. Updated 11-Sep-24.
A CG effect/filter experiment... the original pic (and other) can be seen in my photostream/"other mecha" set.
This is a Dougram Desertgunner, released in 1985 or 1986 by Revell under their hodgepodge Robotech label as "Sand Stalker" - and this one is STILL alive, even though it sees it third(!) build now. Tough piece...
The first time I built it it was OOB in the Revell livery, but you can imagine how it looked like when I tinkered it together enthusiatically at the age of about 15... Then, in the wake of improvement, I re-did the kit in a winter livery several years later, hiding the worst building flaws under fake snow.
I recently "found" the kit again, in pieces but complete, together with two Dougram Goliaths, and spontaneously decided to revive this bizarre and retro-looking mecha. The Desertgunner is a favorite of mine - I have tried to find a NIB Takara or Revell kit for some years, but they seem to have become really rare in 1:72 scale, so you have to use what you have at hand with as little loss as possible. True antique restoration!
For its third life on stage, I decided to renovate the personal snow livery status. Firstly I think it looks more interesting than the bleak ochre desert look, maybe with some signs of wear and lots of dust, then there are still flaws (and some repair) to hide, so the snow cover is a neat option.
As a first step, the old fake snow cover was scrubbed off - as well as the coat of dust the kit caught during the past 15 years. Revamping was done sparsely. I removed some parts I added years ago (e. g. additional rocket launchers), so that the kit was back to basics again. The only changes I made then are scratch-built equipment racks alongside the middle turret section, with some stuff from the junk box inside, plus some details like ladders and steps all around the hull, an IR searchlight next to the gun, the anti-aircraft machine gun on top, and some new and more delcate antennae. I also added two new figures because the orginal ones got unfortunately lost - they show how huge the whole F44D actually would be (and how ridiculously lousy its armament for its size is...)!
For camouflage I just re-used the last paining I did almost 20 years ago: a dark olive green with white zig-zag patterns, which look like improvised in the field. Here and there I used some lighter very dark slate grey and some brown shimmers through, for a ratty and worn look. Decals are few, just the yellow "8" on the side panels and a sqaudron emblem, that's all. Some sparse detail painting with sienna and umbra acryllic paint simulates rust and oil.
Finally, the kit received some camouflage nets made from gauze bandages, dipped in a mix of water, white acryllic paint and white glue - they not only break up the F44D's shape, but also cover the huge "empty" hull areas, making the kit look more interesting? Then, a new, light snow coat with fine, white joint mortar (plaster is too grayish and becomes yellow over time, as it absorbs up humidity!), rinsed through a fine mesh onto the kit which was sprayed with water. Some hair spray helped fixing the snow, and a matte varnish coat seals everything in place.
For display, I decided build a small simple 30x20cm winter landscape diorama for it - a small rigde which allow the F44D - better called "Snowgunner" now - to show its high mobility, even as a kit!
Considering that it is not a newly-build kit, rather a kind of youth heritage, I am quite happy with the result. True nostalgia!
Seldom does a foreground subject give such a sense of place--so we hurried up and snapped. This corner store has since been taken over by music and game dealer The Exchange. And since we bring up the "sense of place," this is as good a shot as any to discuss the "place."
Spanish-style building with terra cotta exterior at southwest corner of Coventry and Lancashire Roads dates back to 1927, and was initially owned by John P. Burke (listed Cleveland Blue Book of 1931 as living at 11118 St. Clair Ave.). He named the building after his six-year-old daughter, Betty. One of the more distinctive commercial buildings in Cleveland Heights, it is an informal "landmark" that we hope will someday become an official landmark. It was designed by Ontario-born, Cleveland-raised architect, engineer and inventor William Stanley Ferguson. General contractor was the R. Hansen Construction Company, and the build cost $230,000.00. According to co-photographer Christopher Busta-Peck, whose Cleveland Heights work is all over Flickr, terra cotta was fabricated by the South Amboy Terra Cotta Co.; the exterior has changed very little throughout history, except possibly for some frost or ice damage. The original corner tenant was Ivanhoe Savings Co., which opened January 14, 1928. Aside from storefronts, the interior housed the Coventry Recreation Co., a bowling alley, in the early 1960s, and until 2009, the Dobama Playhouse.
Coventry Village is an anomaly in Northeast Ohio. It is a north-south several blocks-long commercial district built around a streetcar route beginning in the 1910s, though the street itself dates back to at least 1852. What is now Cleveland Heights
was an outpost of Connecticut settlers known as the Western Reserve. Ezra H. Lacy began quarrying next to what later became Rock Court 300' to the east of what is now Coventry Road, in 1834. Coventry Road was the mostly due north route connecting the North Shaker Union Settlement (the western part of what is now Shaker Lakes) to Mayfield Road before it was ever dedicated as a public street; it never seems to have gone through any one person's land. Once the streetcar was in, the idea was this: drop off your laundry/mending, get a cup of coffee and take the streetcar to work. When the streetcar drops you off, pick up the prescription, pick up the dry cleaning, and buy fresh dairy, meat and produce before heading home. Most of the construction took place in the 1910s and 1920s; the immediate area began to attract Jewish neighbors and business owners around 1926, according to literature provided by the City. They were served by synagogues Anshe Emeth (Mayfield Road just east of Lee) and later by Anshe Marmaresher (Lancashire Road). But the Coventry neighborhood for decades has linked a rough area northeast of Mayfield Road, and a relatively affluent area a block to the south of Euclid Heights Boulevard. Northwest of Coventry lie the Lake View (nondenominational) and Mayfield Cemeteries (Jewish). The nicer areas are the Euclid Heights subdivision (southwest) and the Forest Hills Allotment (to the southeast), with Coventry Road being the dividing line.
When we began spending a great deal of time here, both fun and working (1981 through 1984), those of us who lived and worked here were collecting material for novels that would never be written. None of us imagined ourselves as the source material we were. In the 1980s, for example, we called Coventry a "sea of madness."
An epicenter of culture of Cleveland was the Arabica coffeehouse in Coventryard Mall at 2785 Euclid Heights Boulevard. The walls showed framed artwork over rough cream stucco, the ceilings exposed ductwork, over disgusting but highly-durable brown indoor-outdoor carpeting. The ambience was 1980s bohemian, club kid and goth. We attributed the "sea of madness" to the small but influential contingent of creatively- and chaotic-minded teenagers and young and middle-aged adult exhibitionists and others absorbed in cliques based on age and how they looked and dressed, and living out gossip about a range of behavior from personal upheavals to petty dramas. On the positive side, socially, there was no local color or flavor like it; with a heavily artistic mindset, it was a proving ground for the talents of those of us who lived and worked here or frequently visited. Deborah Harry, though describing colleagues in New York City, describes young people of the day who were like us as "living art." (Ms. Harry, too, has visited the area, and like many contemporaries, signed a wall at Record Revolution. Janet Macoska took several photos of her at locations at and near Coventry Road in 1978.)
There was also substance abuse and experimentation. When the legal beer age was 18 (and, in the 1980s, 19), Coventry Beverage and Pizza was notorious for underage sales of tobacco and alcohol. Irv's Deli had the same reputation; the City curtailed their alcohol privileges as Irv's management found it impossible, or simply did not bother, to keep order. The police department, though normally leaving us alone, reportedly maintained surveillance through the window of an apartment across Euclid Heights Boulevard. Surely marijuana was transacted but--perhaps to minimize trouble--these transactions were discreet, or at least not out in the open. Curfew in the City was 10:30 p.m. through age 15, then midnight for ages 16 and 17, which at the time was generous. Even in midsummer, 10:30 p.m. is well more than an hour after dark.
Middle-aged, mostly well-educated (or well-read) white men nursing a cup of coffee and smoking three packs of cigarettes a day, day in, day out, playing chess in the rear of Arabica looked like the collection of patients in the day room in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." There was a well-used and well-hidden brass-faced cigarette machine at the rear, which nurtured the burgeoning nicotine habit of many a 15- and 16-year old hipster sneaking back "to use the restroom." Tobacco use was not demonized then as it is now. You could smoke almost anywhere until about 1990: in elevators, at work, and certainly in Arabica. But the men in the back, along with Arabica employees, were the "core," very much their own all-male clique, and they had no shortage of intellect, if challenged in life skills. The fashion of the day? Thrift store frumpy. The coffeehouse rank and file employees were hipsters and--no surprise--thrift store chic. They ran the gamut of musicians, club rats, and fine arts and liberal arts students. We presume that many of the unemployed or underemployed "core" chess-players lived with and off of family, or were receiving social security disability. They took the game seriously enough to bring timers. One of them, Calvin Blocker was, in his youth, a massively gifted prodigy, and who as a young adult earned the status of international chess master. Requiring stamina for his many tournaments, Blocker was uniquely a well-kempt health nut. There was no indication that any of the rear denizens of Arabica were independently wealthy, though many appeared not to work (or were not employable) and, though obviously middle-aged, were also well below retirement age. We'll ballpark the number of "core" members at two dozen. They were basically holdovers from when Coventry was once a thriving area of Jewish store owners and neighborhood residents transitioning, in the 1950s and 1960s, into a center of east side bohemianism and youth culture. This was a unique group of men, and without them, Coventry would not have been Coventry. (This is to say that both the social tolerance and the questioning mindset for which Jewish culture in the West is renowned made this possible.) It is doubtful that any of these men--middle-aged and elderly 30 years ago--survive. Well, perhaps one of them does. (See above photo.)
One of the more colorful men of the group, Sid Gold, passed away around 1998. In 2000, his brother, author Herbert Gold, penned a story about Sid, continually returning to the theme of Sid's lifelong, desultory work on his own "novel:" "The King of the Cleveland Beatniks" (excerpt at link): www.sfgate.com/magazine/article/THE-KING-OF-THE-CLEVELAND.... The "novel," in fact, was Sid's real life. At least we think that was the point. We saw Sid everywhere on Coventry--he was always good for a smile and nod or "hello"-- but only met him once, and he was self-assured, mild-mannered, and outgoing, with an intensity to him underneath--ready with a word. He was an Arabica and Irv's Deli denizen, and was also a familiar face in old Harvey Pekar "American Splendor" comics (including the cover of the first issue). From Dr. Joy Marshall, an acquaintance: "Sid was an old-time, socialist Coventry figure. He was a really interesting intellectual." www.cleveland.com/mycleveland/index.ssf/2012/12/dr_joy_ma.... Sid's brother writes that Sid told a newcomer to his table (presumably at Arabica) that he was "semi-retired," and while Herbert wondered, Semi from what? one of his friends called him sharply to order: "Sid! Your novel! You're working on it." Another acquaintance, Ted Paliobeis, a conservative who knew him well, sat through one of Sid's collectivist tirades. Throwing up his hands, Ted retorted: "But Sid...you own stock!"
As local writer Bert Stratton described him: "Sid was a Coventry cowboy — a regular in Harvey Pekar’s comic books. Sid didn’t have a job and played a lot of chess."
A local figure who befriended us was Jim Murray. Not a chess player, Jimmy was a singer/songwriter, a witty storyteller, and huge Beatles and country rock fan. He grew up in Euclid, clashed with his conservative folks about his hair length, and started hanging out on Coventry in the mid-1960s when "every night was like Friday night." He played and got two of his songs on a Human Beinz album--unfortunately not the one with "Nobody But Me" on it--a huge national hit--having met some of the band members in a music store. Jim also headed local country-rock outfit Natchez Trace, who on May 29-31, 1969 opened for Neil Young at La Cave at 10615 Euclid Avenue. Natchez Trace, scheduled only to open Young's show, already knew all of Young's songs, forward and backwards. So in addition to opening, they played and sang Young's backing band Crazy Horse's parts through Young's shows over three nights. Crazy Horse, though appearing on the bill, for some unknown reason, did not back Young on the La Cave dates. (Natchez Trace's original lineup was Bob Kruck (g), Bruce Kentner (b), Ben Cavell (d) and Murray (g).) Jim told us that he had similarly accompanied Steve Miller. Jim left the Trace and was among a number of other Cleveland-area musicians who moved to the Los Feliz/Silverlake area of Los Angeles to try to get "discovered." He told us that while in California, he encountered some of the young female followers of the homicidal cult, the Family, and he tried to talk sense to them but, as Jim ruefully recalled their chat, "they had murder in their hearts." This was during the 1970-71 trial of four of them. Success eluded Jim in L.A., though, and he returned home, playing coffeehouses and taverns into his sixties--just him and his black Gibson acoustic--and unfortunately never reaped financial rewards. Jim was a major league talent and in spite of his mostly sunny exterior, he felt unappreciated and was bitter about how his career turned out. We admired him for his purism and devotion to his craft--he was a total pro--but he dismissed us as naive (in so many words, and with good intentions), and advised us not to follow his path.
Just as likable and equally talented as Jim Murray, though not as well known by us, was the late John Bassette, whose own career saw the same predicament. He, too, held and played a guitar as if he was born with it. Bassette did release several albums, received airplay on WMMS, and became better known than Jim, but only locally.
Of more prominent note, the late Camille Satullo told the story that waking up after spending the night at a friend's apartment on Coventry Road, she heard the singing of Mama Cass first thing in the morning. Cass had the most distinctive voice in popular music, heard all over the radio and television as a beloved singer in The Mamas and the Papas. To Camille's shock, she was hearing Mama Cass singing in person (presumably through the window of a neighboring unit). As a member of the Triumvirate, Cass had also played at the Euclid Avenue club, La Cave, in 1963. She returned for other shows years later, after the Mamas and Papas had peaked. "That was Coventry," Ms. Satullo explained.
The stereotype of Coventry has for decades been hippies and ex-hippies, but neither were prevalent by the 1980s. The Coventry-Lancashire street sign on the edge of the photo--rendered in psychedelic colors-shows that the local merchants and City try to perpetuate this image. More common were teenagers emulating siblings or aunts and uncles who themselves had since grown out of hippiedom, believing that they were visiting a mini-"Greenwich Village" (keeping with the east coast flavor of the area) or "Haight-Ashbury of the Midwest." Atop the Arabica "core" were: the heavily-costumed and made up creative class of high school and college students plus others, such as us, in less intense and attention-grabbing gradations of "offbeat;" college and professional radio people and members of local bands; more mainstream students (mostly Heights and Shaker) who came to people-watch; mostly liberal neighborhood residents; elderly Jewish people from when the shops and immediate neighborhood were largely Jewish; college professors and teachers; and other professionals who dealt in information such as journalists, physicians, lawyers and architects, plus and gays and lesbians in these and other walks of life who blended in well. Much of the staff of the then-revered radio station WMMS lived within walking distance of Coventry Road in the 1970s and 80s, for example, according to its former program director John Gorman. This was the assembled crowd on weekends and busy weekday summer nights. There were relatively few black people in the crowd (very few Asians or Latinos), but Coventry was highly racially and gay and lesbian tolerant, if not welcoming. Nearly any form of intolerance was unthinkable except, truth be told, intolerance of a lack of hipness.
The costumes the characters wear in Eighties John Hughes films such as "Sixteen Candles" (1984), "Pretty in Pink" (1986) or in "Valley Girl" (1983) (dir. Martha Coolidge) were dead on to how young people hanging out on Coventry looked and dressed, especially the more offbeat characters. The hardcore punk look through the Eighties is best shown elsewhere, such as in the documentary, "Another State of Mind" (1982). Many were surly and emulated the London "street punk" (which is to say, unemployable) look seen in 1980s London souvenir postcards.
Coventry in the 1980s was loosely similar to the campus area as might be found in Columbus or Ann Arbor, but without the "bratty privileged" students/"townies" division, and was not in any sense limited to college students and professors. Most people involved in Coventry Village--working there, shopping, or just hanging out--were neither. There were very few social divisions except age and interests. The Pick-and-Pay employees, for example, unionized with UFCW Local 880 at the time, were typically ethnic white blue collar high school graduates, often Catholic school products, not artistic, and were more likely to be found drinking shots and beers at The Saloon at Coventry and Mayfield. (We worked at Russo's Stop n' Shop on Cedar Hill, and later at The Record Exchange. The timing wasn't right for Pick 'n Pay. It was a challenge to find any entry-level work.) The Saloon was also full of mechanics, body men and the like who ran the garages in the auto dealerships a half-mile east on Mayfield Road. The Turkey Ridge Tavern was more offbeat and eccentric than The Saloon. Before our era, it was Chez Moi, Chester's (and briefly "Diane's"); after we left town, it became the Winking Lizard. A great many families in the area were blue collar whites who moved to Cleveland Heights to be in a good school district. Coventry counts as close neighbors Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland State University and John Carroll University; occasionally we would meet people from Kent State or Baldwin-Wallace. On breaks from college, we worked and also spent a lot of time here.
There was also an outlaw past. Chief Edward Gaffney formed a bureau of four plainclothes detectives dedicated to stopping drug dealing, and they made frequent raids on the apartments in and around Coventry Road in the early 1970s. This was the first suburban narcotics unit in the nation. They were middle-aged WWII and Korean War vets and not undercover. In retrospect they were fearless, because they had dangerous people gunning for them. Certainly few young people on Coventry appreciated the police, to say the least. But the bikers and dealers "gunning" for the police were Sunday school kids compared to Nazis in Battle of the Bulge. Chief Martin Lentz eventually disbanded the squad. Bikers roaring up and down Euclid Heights Blvd and up and down Coventry Road frequented the C-Saw Cafe' (at different times, Coventry Audio and Video, Big Fun and most recently Jimmy John's), and The Saloon (formerly The Pepper Pot Lounge and Bar). C-Saw's manager (William Sobo) shot a young customer in 1975 (Brian Hacker), who died almost immediately, and he was not prosecuted because circumstances showed likely self-defense.
Rock Court connected Hampshire Road to Euclid Heights Boulevard from at least the turn of the twentieth century until about 1979. It was, as mentioned, an old quarry 300' to the east of and parallel to Coventry Road. A wall of the former Dean Dairy garage still retains the hill of soil and quarried rock formations, plus what remains of the roadway itself. Rock Court contained about a dozen plain, Victorian frame houses, probably built for construction workers when Coventry was first developed, In the decade before demolition, the houses were rented by offbeat and artistic tenants and by then this housing stock was well-past its better days. I noticed a bunch of found objects arranged on the ground and in trees, in particular a toilet functioning as a planter, and a vacuum hose hanging high in a tall, old oak. This was obviously some kind of art, but as a preteen, the meaning of it went over my head (and still does). In hindsight it was a poor man's dadaist art installation (with artists on drugs).
Evictions and tear downs of the Rock Court houses began to make room for the expanded Pick and Pay (later Medic Drug, later Marc's) parking lot. The tenants protested for months, which made the news. The owners of Pick and Pay had been purchasing these houses over the years, and with the city not opposing demolition, there was nothing the tenants could do once their leases ran out, especially after the landlords evicted and cut off water service. These tenants, once they figured out that the adjoining grocery store owner was everyone's landlord, frankly should not have been surprised at all. Two houses not part of the old Pick and Pay assemblage remain (if there appear to be more than two, they have Hampshire Road addresses) and Rock Court is now a hundred-foot-long unpaved dead-end street off Hampshire Road that is used by these two homeowners.
But back to the photo: In the 1970s, this corner shop was a clothing store, Generation Gap, then HQ for the Ted Kennedy presidential campaign of 1980, then Vidstar Systems from about 1983 until 2010. At last visit, it was "The Exchange," an outgrowth of since-closed CD/Game Exchange (Record Exchange) two blocks north at 1780. A link to a photo from about 1971 (Generation Gap) follows: images.ulib.csuohio.edu/cdm/ref/collection/clevehts/id/2008
What appears to have been the land where the Burke residence used to stand, on the south side of St. Clair Avenue, is now a pediatric hospital.
Because the magnificent work on this building should never be lost to history, we pass on the names of subcontractors, at least for the bank buildout, included George Huberty Co. (fixtures), Kilroy Structural Steel Co., Van Dorn Iron Works (vault equipment and steel cabinets), York Safe & Lock Co. (vault door) John Hanlon (plumbing), Ohio Window Glass Co., Empire Sheet Metal Works (signage) and W.H. Splete Co. (painting and decoration).
All apparently pooled their resources for a newspaper ad for the bank placed around the time of opening.
Significant credit for the architectural, ownership. tenant and buildout information belongs to David H. Nadzam, and also to author and historian Marian J. Morton. Gratitude also to the late Camille Satullo for sharing her story, and also to Phillip S. Turner for his recollections of Neil Young's shows at La Cave.
Can you say... vintage? This kit is like a cat: it seems to have several lives! It is a Dougram Desertgunner, released in 1985 or 1986 by Revell under their hodgepodge Robotech label as "Sand Stalker" - and this one is STILL alive, even though it sees it third(!) build now. Tough piece...
The first time I built it it was OOB in the Revell livery, but you can imagine how it looked like when I tinkered it together enthusiatically at the age of about 15... Then, in the wake of improvement, I re-did the kit in a winter livery several years later, hiding the worst building flaws under fake snow.
I recently "found" the kit again, in pieces but complete, together with two Dougram Goliaths, and spontaneously decided to revive this bizarre and retro-looking mecha. The Desertgunner is a favorite of mine - I have tried to find a NIB Takara or Revell kit for some years, but they seem to have become really rare in 1:72 scale, so you have to use what you have at hand with as little loss as possible. True antique restoration!
For its third life on stage, I decided to renovate the personal snow livery status. Firstly I think it looks more interesting than the bleak ochre desert look, maybe with some signs of wear and lots of dust, then there are still flaws (and some repair) to hide, so the snow cover is a neat option.
As a first step, the old fake snow cover was scrubbed off - as well as the coat of dust the kit caught during the past 15 years. Revamping was done sparsely. I removed some parts I added years ago (e. g. additional rocket launchers), so that the kit was back to basics again. The only changes I made then are scratch-built equipment racks alongside the middle turret section, with some stuff from the junk box inside, plus some details like ladders and steps all around the hull, an IR searchlight next to the gun, the anti-aircraft machine gun on top, and some new and more delcate antennae. I also added two new figures because the orginal ones got unfortunately lost - they show how huge the whole F44D actually would be (and how ridiculously lousy its armament for its size is...)!
For camouflage I just re-used the last paining I did almost 20 years ago: a dark olive green with white zig-zag patterns, which look like improvised in the field. Here and there I used some lighter very dark slate grey and some brown shimmers through, for a ratty and worn look. Decals are few, just the yellow "8" on the side panels and a sqaudron emblem, that's all. Some sparse detail painting with sienna and umbra acryllic paint simulates rust and oil.
Finally, the kit received some camouflage nets made from gauze bandages, dipped in a mix of water, white acryllic paint and white glue - they not only break up the F44D's shape, but also cover the huge "empty" hull areas, making the kit look more interesting? Then, a new, light snow coat with fine, white joint mortar (plaster is too grayish and becomes yellow over time, as it absorbs up humidity!), rinsed through a fine mesh onto the kit which was sprayed with water. Some hair spray helped fixing the snow, and a matte varnish coat seals everything in place.
For display, I decided build a small simple 30x20cm winter landscape diorama for it - a small rigde which allow the F44D - better called "Snowgunner" now - to show its high mobility, even as a kit!
Considering that it is not a newly-build kit, rather a kind of youth heritage, I am quite happy with the result. True nostalgia!
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I was just cozying in, enjoying a perfect cup of tea and a partially sunny, peaceful early morning at 6:15...............then I looked up and there was a rainbow front and center, in my window. No rain, no threatening clouds. I've never seen a rainbow so early in the morning. With a start like this, I better make this a good day.
We are enjoying 3 seasons at the same time around here. I still have plants that are just shaking off a cool, rainy spring and thinking about putting out some robust summer growth. I have plants that are in full summer mode. And then there is the goldenrod starting to bloom at the refuge and this maple in my photo that says it's autumn!
In other words, if the Universe ended last Monday (12/28/15) then we've been without it ever since but never even noticed...
This 1959 Gotha-built tram originated as Stralsund number 15 then progressed to Naumburg via Gera, Gürlitz and Jena, reaching its current home in 2003. Only one side of Naumburg's circular route remains in operation with a minor re-opening at the town end under construction.
Maker: Albert Hautecoeur
Born: France
Active: France
Medium: albumen print
Size: 3 1/2 in x 7 in
Location: France
Object No. 2020.320
Shelf: E-14-PARIS
Publication:
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Provenance: 48151
Rank: 6
Notes: A. Hautecoeur was a publisher and seller of photographs and prints located at 172 rue de Rivoli. The firm was originally founded by Aaron Martinet as Ancienne Maison Martinet. After his marraige to Martinet's daughter in 1822, Hermenégilde Hautecoeur took over running the firm in 1824. In later years the firm was run by the next generation, Eugène (1822-1870) and Alfred Hautecoeur (1824-1882), and the name Martinet was dropped. Prior to joining the firm Eugene and Alfred worked together from 1843 to 1867 under the name "Hautecoeur Brothers". From 1868, Alfred directs the publishing house at 172 rue de Rivoli, under the name "Ancienne maison Martinet" and Eugene at Boulevard des Capucines, under the name "Maison Martinet"
Locations of the shops are as follows: 1829: 13, 15 rue Coq-Saint-Honoré (until demolished by Hausmann). 1832: rue du Coq St. Honoré, No. 13 et 15 1830 (circa): rue du Coq (Hautcoeur[sic]-Martinet) 1848-1852 (circa): 15 rue du Coq 1848-1852 (circa): (Maison Martinet), rue du Coq 1848-1852 (circa): Maison Martinet, rue Vivienne, 41, et rue du Coq, 15 Then 1855: 146 rue de Rivoli, from 1862 no. 172 (known as Ancienne Maison Martinet). 41 rue Vivienne, later Boulevard des Capucines (known as Maison Martinet)
The shop still functioned in the rue de Rivoli, no.172, in 1991, selling modern reproductions, posters and a few old maps.
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The KOM League
Flash Report
for
October 1. 2019
(Sent a day early, don’t open until the 1st)
The obituary of a very familiar name appears in this edition. In fact, it is very close to home. Read it and see why. When you run across it you’ll know why.
This photo is posted at: www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/48822993022/
This photo was one of many shared with Barbara Wade the wife of Gale of the same last name who played in the KOM league with a Dodger team and in the big leagues with the Chicago Cubs. Barbara is an artist and recently asked for photos of canaries, honey bees, bumble bees and sunflowers. So, if the effort of writing newsletters is not a big hit among the masses at least some of the photos are.
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Identifying the fate of a former KOM leaguer—Independence Yankee shortstop-1947
When playing for the 1947 Independence Yankees he was known as Jerry Sullivan. He also played for Fond du lac, Wisc. that same year and the Baseball Reference shows his name as George Sullivan. However, his full name was Gerald Edward Sullivan.
For many years I was aware that he was a native of St. Paul, Minnesota and that he passed away around 1980. That information was provided by at least four of his former Yankee minor league teammates.
In recent days I decided to delve a little deeper into Sullivan’s background. He was born July 21, 1927 and graduated from high school in the spring of 1945. On July 20th of that year he joined the United States Marine Corps. In the spring of 1947 he commenced a one year career that spanned about 60 games almost equally divided between Fond du lac of the Northern and Independence of the KOM leagues. The first part of that summer was spent in the Northern league and he reported to Independence on August 7th.
Sullivan passed away on November 28, 1976 and was buried at Ft. Snelling Military Cemetery in Minneapolis.
Another 1948 Independence Yankee’s fate documented
For a quarter century a search was undertaken to locate Bruce Otto Schroeder. He started out with the 1948 KOM league Yankee affiliate but was soon sent to McAlester, Okla. where he enjoyed a great season.
Schroeder was a left-handed pitcher from Salt Lake City who was born 13 days before Christmas in 1925. However by the time he returned from his service, in the United State Navy, he had lost two years on his age and he claimed to have been born, you guessed it, in 1927.
When clicking around on the internet recently the name Robert Bruce Otto Schroeder was located. It was found in regard to his final resting place. When inserting the name, just cited, this tombstone information was found:
Name: Bruce O. Schroeder
SIC U. S. Navy WW II
Dec. 12, 1925---October 8, 2013
Inscription on tombstone partially obscured by grass read; “Baseball Star Marries Jerome Girl.”
That inscription obviously referenced the girl he married was from Jerome, Idaho.
Bruce served in the Navy from Nov. 1, 1944 to May 19, 1946. He played professional baseball in both 1948 with Independence and McAlester and then in 1949 was assigned to Twin Falls, Idaho of the Pioneer league. By 1950 he was called back into the Navy and spent time there through 1951. In 1952 he resumed his career in with Greenville in the Tri-State league and then was released to Anderson in the same circuit. Anderson was a Browns farm team and by that time the “Baseball Star” called it quits. After his baseball career he worked as a plumber. He was another player who had talent and fell into the “what if” category. What if there hadn’t been a Korean War? He stated, in 1948, that he was thrown in the brig, while in WW II, for leaving his ship to play baseball while in Hawaii.
Schroeder passed away in Boise, Idaho and is buried at the Idaho State Veterans Cemetery. If you would like to witness his tombstone click on this URL www.findagrave.com/memorial/187406884
An article was found in the August 10, 1948 of the McAlester newspaper reporting that Schroeder had pitched a no-hitter for eight innings against Pauls Valley and gave up a single to Bob Hyatt in the 9th inning. That was the only hit Pauls Valley had that evening. In 1947 Hyatt had played for Bartlesville, Okla. of the KOM league. By virtue of that Hyatt became one of the hundreds of players tracked over the years. A few years ago his daughter was located and she sent me a book her father had written about his minor league career. It’s title is memorable…”The Keys to the Batter’s Box.” Of course, it was a joke pulled on every young batboy who was told by the players to go to the manager and ask for them.
With the passing of Schroeder the remaining members of the 1947 Independence Yankees are John M. Bachar, Robert Ehrlich, Andrew Ray Goldkamp, Richard Pertzborn, William McProuty and Gerald Winton “Sven” Schold. The youngest members of this group are 92 and the others 95. They live in the states of California, Washington, Missouri, West Virginia, Iowa and Florida. Getting this group together for a reunion would be a monumental task.
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A look back at the life of the late John Hall
During the baseball season of 1948 there was a young boy in Carthage, Missouri who had never witnessed a professional baseball game. He had been introduced to the game by the husband of a first cousin of the nine-year old. That introduction came by virtue of having the kid listen to a couple of guys by the names of Harry Caray and Gabby Street announce the games of a team in St. Louis that went by the name of Cardinals. As the husband of the first cousin worked around the house of the neophyte baseball listener the score of the game would be passed along to the much older man upon each request he made.
Much of what Caray and Street said went right over the head of the young boy but their verbal accounts of what was transpiring was fascinating. The youngster had a second cousin who was the visiting team batboy for the teams that came to Carthage and it was soon learned it too was called “The Cardinals” and was somehow affiliated with the team in St. Louis. The first baseball bat the nine-year ever owned was given him by his second cousin but that didn’t matter. It was a real bat.
As the summer progressed the young man listened to St. Louis Cardinal games and learned a few more things about baseball and also that Gabby Street had planned to visit Carthage for a game and sit in the radio booth and make a few comments around the 7th inning. That news spread to the young boy’s uncle. He told the youngster’s mother that he would take the kid to the game to see Gabby Street if he could get off work in time. The mother told her son not to get his hopes build up too high for her brother was the only air-conditioning repairman in town and that during the hot days of summer he was always on call.
Well, the young man dressed up in his Sunday best and waited for an uncle who never made it. The no-show brought the young man to tears so instead of going out to the ball park to see Gabby Street he turned on KDMO 1490 on the dial and listened to Jim King announce a game between the Ponca City Dodgers and the Carthage Cardinals. Gabby Street did come on the air during the 7th inning stretch and tell the fans how fortunate they were to see major league ballplayers in the making.
So, that is the end of that story, right? You be the judge. Some 47 years later the young man who didn’t get to attend the Dodger-Cardinal game in 1948 embarked upon a project to memorialize that league.
When leafing through the pages of the Carthage Evening Press, some 47 years later, the now not so young man, found an account of a game where Gabby Street showed up to be honored by the local team. With great excitement the account of that game was read and the box score had a surprise. It showed the starting pitcher as “Hall.” The reader of that article searched some more to determine if the pitcher was Don Hall or John Hall. It turned out to be John and that was as exciting to the young pitcher from 1948 as it was discouraging for the boy who had missed the game that year. He had shut out Carthage 2-0 earlier that season.
Not long after making that discovery, John William “Bucky” Hall was located in Sarasota, Florida. In making contact with “Bucky” it was revealed that the fellow calling him had lived with the disappointment that John Hall never got to attend the game in 1948 with his uncle but in fact that he, John “Bucky” Hall, had pitched that evening. Bucky interjected he beat Carthage that night 2-0. Oh, what a great tale that would have been. But, after all those years I had to inform Bucky he lost 3-2.
In fact, Bucky Hall never recalled Gabby Street being at a game in Carthage. His memory was of another big league manager, Burt Shotten. He said that on July 15 of that 1948 season something was going in New York. Mel Ott resigned as manager of the New York Giants and upon learning this Leo Durocher asked to be released from his managerial role with the Brooklyn Dodgers to take over the helm with the Giants. Before the game on July 15th the Dodgers called Shotten, who was in Ponca City looking over the talent. Instead of seeing the Ponca City Dodgers for a few days he was in the dugout of the Brooklyn Dodgers.
Over the years Bucky Hall and his wife Anne attended numerous KOM events and he always told the story about the John Hall who wanted to see that game in 1948 and had to give way to another John Hall who was the pitcher of record in that contest.
In recent weeks a conversation with Dick McCoy, a teammate with Bucky at Ponca City asked if I had heard any news on that front. I told him I hadn’t but would check. Both McCoy and I figured he was probably in a nursing home.
Upon finding the 13-month obituary on Bucky Hall it was shared with baseball necrologist, Jack Morris and Molly and Dick McCoy. Mollie replied “We were surprised to hear about John Hall’s. Death I talked with him some time before his passing. Sorry we didn't get to send his children a card of our sympathy for him. Thanks for letting us know.” Morris responded thusly; “We missed this obituary. Thanks for sending it along.” In this case “we” is a group of people who monitor the media for news of the death of former professional baseball players.
Following is the obituary for the former Ponca City Dodger.
John William (Bucky) Hall passed away in Sarasota, Florida, on August 24, 2018.
www.homerfuneralhome.com/obituary/john-bucky-hall
Bucky was born to John Wharton Bates Hall (West Medford, MA) and Madge Louise Finlason (British West Indies and Costa Rica) on October 25, 1926, in Cartago, Costa Rica. They lived in Bocas del Toro, Panama where his dad worked with the United Fruit Company/Chiquita Banana Division.
Bucky graduated from Cristobal High School in New Cristobal in 1944 where he played basketball and baseball. During the war years and until he was signed by the Dodgers organization to play with the KOM (Kansas Oklahoma Missouri) League in 1947, he pitched and played First Base with fellow Zonians and Army/ Professional players for Colon “Carta Vieja” in the Pro League in the Canal Zone. He left Ponca City and the KOM League upon the outbreak of the Korean Conflict and trained with the Navy in San Diego to repair radial aircraft engines on PBYs and PBMs.
Bucky returned “home” to Panama in 1952 and took a job with Canal Zone Customs. Bucky played First Base in the Atlantic- side Twilight League until the late 1950s.
Bucky met Margaret Anne Cosgrove, a nurse at Gorgas Hospital. They were married at Holy Family Catholic Church in Margarita, Canal Zone in April of 1955. Their son Will was born in 1961 and daughter Jill in 1964.
Bucky also ran the Pro Shop at Brazos Brook Golf Club during the late 1960s and early 1970s.
Bucky retired from the Panama Canal Company in 1979 as Special-Agent-in-Charge of the Canal Zone Customs Criminal Investigations Division. Anne retired from Gorgas Hospital at the same time and they returned to Anne’s hometown of Laporte, Pennsylvania for a year before cold weather and snow reminded them why she went to Panama in 1952 in the first place. They then permanently settled in Sarasota, Florida, near Bucky’s parents but continued to spend their summers in Laporte.
Bucky was predeceased by Anne in 2014. They are survived by their two children, Jill Tekampe (John) of Sarasota and Will (Kim) of St. Augustine, and five grandchildren Sumner, Virgilia, Will, Claire, and Katherine.
There will be a celebration of Bucky’s life with family following his interment in Sacred Heart Cemetery in Laporte, PA and a scattering of his and Anne’s ashes together in Panama.
A Graveside Service will be held on Friday, November 23, 2018, at 11:00 A.M. in the Sacred Heart Cemetery, Laporte, PA, with the Msgr. Stephen D. McGough, presiding. To send condolences or sign the e-guestbook, please go to www.homerfuneralhome.com
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The long list has grown very short
Over the years of writing about the KOM league the list of those still with us has dwindled to a precious few. Every few days a fresh reminder of that reaches me by e-mail. The messages come from Legacy.com and since most of the passing’s of former players are noted by this source, a reminder is sent offering the chance to send flowers or well wishes in the name of the deceased. In most cases there isn’t anyone left who would get those condolences or messages. However, Legacy.com would reap some financial benefit which I’m not here on earth to facilitate.
For those readers with an interest in older obituaries try this site:
www.google.com/search?q=kom+league+bituaries&rlz=1C9B...
Not all those mentioned are former KOM Leaguers but they are up to the name of Donald Brickell. Brickell’s obituary stated he played for Iola in the KOM league but he was only with Iola in the month of August in 1954 when they were in the Western Association and struggling to hang on. If you read any of those obituaries and wonder if they guy was a KOM leaguer, and the obituary is unclear, I’ll bet you know where to find the answer.
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A former Independence Yankee recalls a great era
The following is a feature article about Jim Qualls of the 1950 Independence Yankees.
countyjournal.org/james-qualls-reflects-on-his-days-in-pr... Pictured in this URL is James Qualls from when he was playing baseball for the 1950 Independence Yankees.
Ed comment:
This story is almost 100% correct. What is “iffy in this account, concerns Yours truly. It was attributed that I became the editor of a newspaper in Columbia, Mo. The closest I ever got to that was publishing a newsletter about the KOM league. Just make that clarification so as to not give newspapers in Columbia a bad name. However, the largest newspaper in town did print my newsletter on their presses alongside the Midwest edition of the New York Times.
Also, in the attached article it was asserted that Yours truly was the batboy for every visiting team. That was not the case as a couple of teams brought along their own batboy. A prime example was Tedd Gullic Jr. His daddy managed Bartlesville for three years and Jr. went along to most every road game as well as working every home contest. Personally, I know that he got tired of that.
Written by Dan Zobe1--Thu, Apr 26, 2018 (County Journal –a publication located in Randolph County, Illinois)
In the 1940s and 1950s, Gorham High School made its presence known on the baseball diamond.
During that time, the Mustangs won five district titles and advanced to the Final Four on two different occasions.
That baseball program produced numerous ball players who went on to play professionally.
One of those athletes was James Qualls, 87, who now resides in Sparta with his wife Marge. The two have been married for 65 years.
Qualls spent 30 years working for Prudential Financial and was the charter president of the Trico Lion’s Club in 1955.
He is also a pilot, though he does not fly anymore, and he loves golf, something he and Marge played a lot of as a team.
Before all of that, however, his dream, like many aspiring young men, was to play baseball for a living.
He recently sat down with the County Journal to talk about and relive his playing days.
Qualls starred for the varsity baseball team at Gorham in the late 1940s, where he was captain of the team for two years and the hitting and fielder leader for the club several seasons.
In 1947 and 1948, his baseball dreams started to become reality when Qualls competed in several baseball tryouts.
“Today they draft you from college and high school,” Qualls noted. “In the old days, they held baseball tryouts. It was mostly the Yankees, Cardinals and St. Louis Browns that held those. The Yankees showed the most interest in me. They kept in touch with me and indicated they would sign me someday.”
During his senior year at Gorham, the Yankees sent Qualls to advanced tryout camp twice in Branson, Missouri, so the Yankee big brass could see him play. It was at that time Qualls said he could tell the Yankees were definitely interested in him.
In May of 1949, Qualls graduated from Gorham, and the next day, he boarded a train for Clay Center, Kansas, to play in the Amateur Baseball League of America.
It was there that Qualls met Bill Virdon, who would later go on to play 12 seasons of Major League Baseball and manage nearly 2,000 games in the big leagues.
“We were roommates,” Qualls said. “He was a college boy, and I’m just out of high school. He was a tremendous ball player.”
Qualls and Virdon were signed by the Yankees to play in 1950 for the Independence Yankees in Independence, Kansas as part of the KOM League.
“I’ve been told I was the 17th player to sign professional out of Gorham High School,” Qualls said. “After me, there were several more who did, and a couple made the big leagues.”
The contract signed by Qualls was for a total of $1,000, including $750 for signing the contract.
“I was hopeful this was the beginning of a great career,” Qualls said. “I gave up a college scholarship to play professionally. It was good fun. I’d do it again. It was exciting. They let a lot of players go, so I guess I was good enough that they kept me. It was a good experience.”
In that year with Independence, Qualls batted .238 over 344 at-bats, including 18 doubles and three triples.
One of the things that stands out to Qualls from those days was the conditions of the uniforms.
“The Yankees were a first-class operation except for the ball clubs in the minor leagues,” Qualls said. “The only thing that was first class about us was we had a good bus to travel on. They passed all the uniforms down, and it was horrible.”
Pointing to a team picture of that Independence team, Qualls explained that the uniform he was wearing came down from one of the big heavyset guys on the Yankee big league team.
“They were old wool uniforms,” Qualls said. “I had one, and the ball cap was so big it fit down on my ears. That was the only way I could keep it from falling off.”
Laundry services, or rather a lack thereof, also stood out in Qualls’ mind.
“We played all summer without (the uniforms) being laundered,” Qualls said. “They would stack them up, and they would almost stand up by themselves. There were no showering facilities in our ball club. We had to go back to where we were staying. It was bad, but that’s just the way it was.
“It was the low minors. The more you went up, the better the facilities. Most of the ball diamonds were converted football fields. We had one of the better ones, but it was still a converted football field.”
Qualls played all but two weeks during the summer of 1950 in Independence. During the two weeks he did not, he was sent to Vincennes, Indiana, in the Mississippi-Ohio Valley League, which also included teams in West Frankfort and Paducah, Kentucky.
“I OK’d that so my parents could see me play,” Qualls said. “After two weeks, I was back to Independence for the rest of 1950.”
The motivation to keep playing came from trying to do their best to hopefully move up through the minors and striving for every victory possible.
“We wanted to win,” Qualls said. “Everybody on that ball club was a good ball player; otherwise they wouldn’t be there. Some of them got more attention than others because they were paid a bigger bonus. We were on the bottom of the totem pole, so we had to earn our way more.
“I just did my job. I enjoyed the company. The ball players came; the ball players left, and I was always glad I was not one of them that went out on the road.”
Following the summer in the Amateur Baseball League of America, Qualls and Virdon were sent to Springfield, Missouri to play against an all-star team of big league players.
Qualls said once the season was over a barnstorming team was put together from a bunch of major league players.
The minor league players were not just going to roll over, though.
“There was Mickey Owens and a whole bunch of guys who were pretty big time in the big leagues on a team,” Qualls said. “These little ol’ guys in Branson beat the crud out of them. That was really a thrill for us. They bussed us up there, and they thought they were going to show us, you know; and we showed them. I never will forget that.”
Qualls’ play for Independence set him up for a promotion in 1951, when his contract was assigned to Joplin, Missouri in the Western Association. That moved Qualls from Class D level teams at Independence to Class C.
In Joplin, Qualls formed a double-play combo with a future hall of fame player.
“During spring training of that year, I was on Joplin’s ball club,” Qualls said. “There were four different teams there. Every day on the wall, you didn’t know which ball club you would be on. I walked up there, and Mickey Mantle was playing shortstop opposite of me. I played two or three ball games that way.”
Following spring training, Qualls’ lifelong battle with asthma put a halt to his career.
“They sent us to Branson, Missouri, and I had asthma bad,” Qualls said. “That, combined with the cold weather, really set me back. That’s one of the reasons I ended up asking for my release. They gave it to me.
They wanted to send me to Georgia, but I did not want that. I came back home to look for a job.”
That did not last long, though, as later in the summer, Qualls received a phone call from former high school teammate Lavern Grace.
“He was from Gorham also,” Qualls said. “He was playing for the Green Bay Bluejays right across the street from the Packers. They used the Packers’ facilities and would walk across the street and play baseball. It was a nice stadium there.
“Grace said his manager wanted to talk to me. Phil Seghi, who later became the general manager of the Cleveland Indians, came on and said ‘Verne tells me you’re a better second baseman than I’ve got playing up here. Would you like to come play for me?’”
Qualls agreed and made the trip to Green Bay to play for the Bluejays, who were part of the Cleveland Indian organization and competed in the Wisconsin State League.
Qualls played 24 games for the Bluejays that summer, batting .307 with eight doubles in 88 at-bats. The next year, Qualls went back and hit .212 in 85 at-bats over 23 games.
That would be the last summer he played professional ball.
“I returned for four months in 1952 before stopping because I was not playing much,” Qualls said. “So, that ended my baseball career.”
Qualls paged through a green book called “Majoring in the Minors” by John G. Hall, who was a bat boy in the KMO League, while talking about how the book came about.
“This book, I don’t know this for a fact, but I’ve been told by people that it’s in the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown,” Qualls said. “I can’t quote that as truth, because I went up there and couldn’t find it. If you look right there, though, that says James Lavern Qualls. That’s me. If that would be the case, that this is in the hall of fame, that means I’m in the hall of fame, too.”
The book has details about each team and player that ever played in the league.
“(Hall) had a personality that he knew everybody,” Qualls said. “He was the bat boy for every visiting team. He was just kind of a guy who everybody remembered. He grew up to be an editor of a newspaper in Columbia, Missouri, and he wrote this book.”
Whether Qualls has his name etched in a book in Cooperstown or not, the memories of those days on the diamond always have a way of coming back to him.
He talked about a time he and Marge were driving around the country and stopped back in Independence, Kansas, to see one of the guys he used to play with in his pro days.
“While I was in town, I went out to the old ball park,” Qualls said. “There’s no baseball field there anymore. It’s a high school and college football stadium.”
Qualls said when the baseball field was there, a picket fence served as the outfield fence.
He made his way through the stands and went underneath them to where the dressing room was. He then made his way onto the field.
“There was a little plaque there commemorating where home plate was," Qualls said. "They say you can’t go back (in time), but I stood at that place and I had the weirdest feeling that I was getting ready to hit again while I stood right there. I really felt it. It’s just a queer feeling.”
Concluding comments:
A note was sent to the publication responsible for this story asking permission to share the foregoing article with “readers like you.” This note was received in return. “Thanks for your email. Yes, you can use the Qualls article with our credit. Larry Willis Publisher” So, if you enjoyed this story a message to Mr. Willis would be a nice gesture and also prove this publication has a couple of readers. Sent to: cjournal@egyptian.net
It was shared with Mr. Willis that seldom have my old eyes ever seen anything written, concerning the KOM league, being so factual. I did point out that writing for a real newspaper was never on my resume and that the book Qualls shared with the writer of the article never made it into the Hall of Fame. However, every edition of the KOM League Remembered newsletter made it to the HOF library and was once cited as the best publication of its kind received by that institution. The only problem with that is, it was the only one of its kind they received. But, I still have the citation somewhere in my files for the great grandkids or their kids to peruse around 2080.
Over the years it has been vindicated that the reason for writing books about the KOM league was accomplished. They were written, primarily, for the former players and their families. Not many of the old guys are left but frequently, those who still remain will make contact and relate how they pulled out their copy of one of the books and relived the past for a few moments. Mission accomplished.
Note from Marge Qualls: “Hi John So good to hear from you...Jim is 88 now and dealing with bladder cancer. Lots of doctor stuff. Say hello to any and all of the KOM league. We often wonder about Bill Virdon.” Sincerely, Marge Qualls
Response: Bill hasn't been doing too well either. Shirley doesn't get on the computer anymore so I haven't heard from them in a while. Sure sorry to hear about Jim's condition. I'll try to get hold of the Virdon's and pass along the message you are thinking of them. It was sure good hearing from you and give Jim my best regards.
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A reader’s comment:
I like your commentaries after reading the obituaries... you bring these guys "back to life"
Thanks. Bdc
Ed comment:
It is a joy to “resurrect” the former players and one other thing needs the same treatment, my memory. Believe it or not, I don’t recall every e-mail address of those on my file. Thus, I had to use Bdc instead of his name. However, I think the person is Bob and lives in Columbia, MO. If I’m wrong Bdc will sure let me know.
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Donald Thomas Barclay 2/1/1926---1/3/2019
It was in early June, of 1949, when Yours truly saw his first baseball game. Bob Knell, Carthage mortician, took me to the game and we sat his “luxury” box seat—a folding chair-down the third base line, behind the Carthage dugout. The game was between Carthage and the visiting Independence, Kansas Yankees. In the ballpark that night were future big leaguers; Bob Wiesler Steve Kraly, Lou Skizas and former big leaguer, Harry Craft who was managing the Independence club. Mickey Mantle joined Independence and Bob Speake showed up at Carthage about a week after I witnessed my first professional game on either June 3 or 4 of 1949. Mickey Mantle played his first KOM league game at Carthage on July 15.
None of those names meant a thing to me. The person who caught my eye was a fellow wearing a snow white uniform with traditional Chicago Cub blue piping and lettering. He came to the plate swinging from the left side and was introduced by public address announcer, Lee Hooker, as Don Barclay.
Barclay was a 23-year old veteran by that point in time. He was born 2/1/1926 in Chicago, Illinois. (Most official baseball publications show the year of birth as 1928) He graduated from Mt. Carmel High School in 1943 and Uncle Sam greeted him with open arms.
When returning from military service, Barclay signed with the Chicago Cubs and played in the Arizona-Texas and West Texas league in 1947. In 1948 he tried his luck in Reno where he played for that Sunset league team.
With Carthage becoming a Chicago Cub affiliate in 1949 the Cubs attempted to intersperse some experienced players. Barclay played the outfield until June 15 and then was sent to Charlotte, NC of the Tri-State league and wound up with Concord in the North Carolina State circuit. In 1950 he was with Wellsville, NY of the PONY league and he concluded his career in 1951 with Flint in t, Mich. in the Central league.
During the years of writing about the KOM league contact was established with Barclay but in recent years it had waned. It ceased forever on January 3, 2019. Here is confirmation of that.
www.findagrave.com/memorial/195813684/donald-t_-barclay/
For those of you with more than a passing interest a photo of Barclay is on Ancestry.com If you don’t subscribe to that service don’t bother clicking on the following URL. If you subscribe to Ancestry.com you can find more of him by doing a search of Mt. Carmel High School.
Mt. Carmel High School photo 1942 -Don Barclay
www.ancestry.com/interactive/1265/43134_b184376-00149?pid...
A Carthage team photo with Don Barclay might have been shared at this juncture had he been in one. Of the two different ones on file he was in neither. I said “might have been shared” since I’m now seeing a number of the photos I have shared in different forums now on the Internet and they are being pitched as “one of a kind” in most instances. Of course, those sites displaying the photos are charging for them. When I spot one of my photos on any site I can easily identify it. One recent photo that I shared in a Flash Report showed up and the person trying to sell it claims he found it in his grandmother’s collection and needs to have the players identified. Funny thing is that most of them were. I have a positive way of identifying that photo as a copy of the original from my collection.
In short, this forum isn’t apt to be sharing many historical photos in the future.
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Francis Urban 1 of 57.
With the death of Casimer Stackowiak, reported in the last edition, it leaves Francis Urban as the lone survivor of the 1947 Chanute Athletics.
Urban was born April 11, 1925 in what was attributed to being Carthage, Mo. but he actually lived in the village north of town called Kendricktown. Your’s truly became aware of him when he pitched in the Carthage Twilight league. That league’s name meant the games were played after men got off work in the evening and before the sun set.
In both 1947 and 1949 the Chanute ball club came to town in a world of hurt for pitchers and in each instance Urban rode home with that team and pitched in a pinch. He saw action in 10 games during the 1947 season and in 1949 he was in less than 10 contests.
Most of the KOM league attendees at the last KOM league held in Carthage would not remember where the Civil War era house was located and the location for a large banquet.. It was in Kendricktown. Across the street from where baseball names such as: Cloyd Boyer, Jerry Lumpe, Bob Speake, Gale Wade, Joe Stanka and Whitey Herzog had a great meal stood an old grocery store and service station. It was called the White Spot Café back in the day Urban was playing in the Carthage Twilight league and with the Chanute A’s. It was there he made his living as a service station attendant.
Today, Francis F. Urban is 94 years of age and lives in Springfield. Mo.
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A second glance
John G. Handzo Jr. of the 1951 Carthage Cubs passed away May 3, 2016 and that event was mentioned in this publication. Taking another look at that obituary it was noticed that one account had his place of death as Rome, Pennsylvania. He passed away not in Rome but in Linden, New Jersey. The only people reading this who will know who is being referenced are Don Biebel and Walt Babcock.
Handzo had a second shot at the KOM league after the Carthage franchise evaporated he was with Blackwell, Okla. in 1952.
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Maker: Jules Hautecoeur (1849-1935)
Born: France
Active: France
Medium: collotype
Size: 5 3/8" x 3 3/8"
Location:
Object No. 2018.0014
Shelf: D-18
Publication:
Other Collections:
Provenance: cartepostalesale
Rank: 22
Notes: Jules Hautecoeur was a publisher and photographer. In 1884, he took over the family publishing house of his father Alfred Hautecoeur (1824-1882), located at 172 rue de Rivoli in Paris. The sign of his initials is "JAH". The firm was originally founded by Aaron Martinet as Ancienne Maison Martinet. After his marraige to Martinet's daughter in 1822, Hermenégilde Hautecoeur took over running the firm in 1824. In later years the firm was run by the next generation, Eugène and Alfred Hautecoeur, and the name Martinet was dropped. From 1868, Alfred directed the publishing house at 172 rue de Rivoli, under the name "Ancienne maison Martinet" and Eugene at Boulevard des Capucines, under the name "Maison Martinet"
Locations of the shop are as follows: 1829: 13, 15 rue Coq-Saint-Honoré (until demolished by Hausmann). 1832: rue du Coq St. Honoré, No. 13 et 15 1830 (circa): rue du Coq (Hautcoeur[sic]-Martinet) 1848-1852 (circa): 15 rue du Coq 1848-1852 (circa): (Maison Martinet), rue du Coq 1848-1852 (circa): Maison Martinet, rue Vivienne, 41, et rue du Coq, 15 Then 1855: 146 rue de Rivoli, from 1862 no.172 (known as Ancienne Maison Martinet). 41 rue Vivienne, later Boulevard des Capucines (known as Maison Martinet)
The shop still functioned in 1991 at 172 Rue de Rivoli selling modern reproductions, posters and a few old maps.
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NetJets Hawker 400XP parked on the Atlantic Aviation ramp.
Reregistered N408GJ 14-Aug-15,
then PS-WTU 30-Oct-24.
When I saw Mr. Rysiek on the market I just catch a glimpse of ink visible from under the sleeve of his shirt, I wasn't sure to talk - he was with a rather large group of bums / ex-cons and the younger guys can easily be aggressive but obviously in five minutes I ended up in the bushes alone with him. Long prison & tattoo story, started at the correctional facility for young offenders at the age of 15, then an extended tour trough polish prisons: ZK Mielęcin, ZK Iława, ZK Sieradz, ZK Sztum (4 times), ZK Łowicz (4 times), ZK Łęczyca and classic Warsaw's units: AŚ Białołęka, AŚ Rakowiecka i AŚ Służewiec. Rysiek got his first tattoo in 1987 and the story is still on for him. Part of his tattoos is self-made with the help of a mirror. He uses Perełka or rotring ink and needles. What strike me is the fact that he is particularly handsome – sort of 20's/30's cinema face – I documented over 200 guys by now – they have strong features, often with a lot of character, but that is the first time I photographed a Handsome Criminal. Mr. Rysiek has no front teeth – he lost them in prison – beaten by a guard. Born in 1973 – he is four years younger than me.
Warsaw, August 2013