And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
#9 "Nope! Not gonna do it. I can't see any reason to drive into Frisco, I didn't even like it before it was paved with homeless wastrels and feces, and I'm not seeing any reason to change my mind now that it is. Think I'll just sit here and enjoy the view until The Big One crumbles it all into rubble. O frabjous day!"
aka: The Marin Headlands. My Dad's ashes were scattered in the water just below where this guy is sitting. He sailed many a gasoline tanker under the bridge in WWII.
My dad sailed for Standard Oil from before the war until after I was born in the 50's, he talked about people dropping stuff (shoes?) on to the ship when they went under the bridge.
That's who my Dad worked for, Standard Oil Co. of California. He sailed out of the refinery at Richmond. I'll bet your dad and my dad knew each other and possibly sailed with each other. It wasn't a very big club.
That was dangerous work during the war. Sailing what was basically a huge bomb with no defenses. I never appreciated the risks those men took until I saw a PBS documentary on the subject. Dad never talked about it. He was an engineer in the engine room. Oiler, then second assistant, then first assistant then a Coast Guard licensed chief in both steam and diesel engines. A hard working man.
My dad was on the deck, worked his way up to Capt. He was the Port Superintendent in Richmond when he got sick. The stories I heard from the war years were always from someone else.
A little Deja Vu I see on 9 & 14
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ReplyDelete#13: after hearty supper, no doubt barking at the moon.
ReplyDeleteGSP pup for the win!
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Love the 50’ sumptin’ Bug.
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DeleteThe tyrannosaurus costume gets me every time!
ReplyDeleteThat is great!
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ReplyDelete"Nope! Not gonna do it. I can't see any reason to drive into Frisco, I didn't even like it before it was paved with homeless wastrels and feces, and I'm not seeing any reason to change my mind now that it is.
Think I'll just sit here and enjoy the view until The Big One crumbles it all into rubble.
O frabjous day!"
FWIW the guy, the bike & the photographer are in Marin county looking south to SF.
ReplyDeleteaka: The Marin Headlands. My Dad's ashes were scattered in the water just below where this guy is sitting. He sailed many a gasoline tanker under the bridge in WWII.
DeleteMy dad sailed for Standard Oil from before the war until after I was born in the 50's, he talked about people dropping stuff (shoes?) on to the ship when they went under the bridge.
DeleteThat's who my Dad worked for, Standard Oil Co. of California. He sailed out of the refinery at Richmond. I'll bet your dad and my dad knew each other and possibly sailed with each other. It wasn't a very big club.
DeleteThat was dangerous work during the war. Sailing what was basically a huge bomb with no defenses. I never appreciated the risks those men took until I saw a PBS documentary on the subject. Dad never talked about it.
He was an engineer in the engine room. Oiler, then second assistant, then first assistant then a Coast Guard licensed chief in both steam and diesel engines. A hard working man.
My dad was on the deck, worked his way up to Capt. He was the Port Superintendent in Richmond when he got sick.
DeleteThe stories I heard from the war years were always from someone else.
Not a fan of “The Naked Van”
ReplyDeleteI liked T-Rex
ReplyDeleteHope Dog had his license when he got pulled over
Not much open road in this week's edition. I was looking forward to it... Meh.
ReplyDeleteIF I were you, Instead of complaining I'd demand my money back.
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Huh. Not a switchback in sight.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite is the one with the dog.
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