MUSCLEVILLE SPRING CAR SHOW

Very cool cars this year as always; however, as withall the cool Muirsville events nowadays, there was a substantial reduction in its size.

Discovering The Love Parade with Maurice Chevalier in Silent Colorado Farmhouse

When I visited the vacant farmhouse where I once spent each summer vaction from
school in which my twin uncles and my grandmother lived; my female cousins had removed all the antiques and all family warm and fuzzies. However, the picture shown above remained hanging in the cold living room with a window broken out. I had always maintained warm feelinngs that picture of the wolf on a snow covered hill and it seemed appropriate for the spartan life my financially comfortable relatives lived there at Amherst on the Colorado/Nebraska plains. This picture apparently was circulated to rural homes throughout the Western states during the Twenties at least.

Anyhow, it and a tape measure were the items left for me to bring back to California and I did that. To make a long---and not too pretty story short--in my custody the glass eventually was broken and the picture lay ignored for several years in my storage locker. It looked like trash and I nearly threw it out. However, in the process of having some Julie Speed prints repaired that belong to my good friend Barnie in Thailand, I decided to take this one along to the framer and have the glass repaired.

Well, I pulled the nails out that held the carboard backing in place, then removed it and laid it face down on the table, then I removed the paper print of the wolf, and lastly, the clinging shreds of broken glass. Now, I put the print back in the frame that was laying on the table face down, then I picked up the cardboard backing, startled, I may have nearly wet myself when I saw the segment of pristine movie poster above. However, even when they became very wealthy years latter, my uncles were not above scavenging materials for their projects, so it was comprehensible to me how this came about.

Now, I have the best relic yet that providence left just for me (my uncles' favorite and only nephew); and I am wondering if my austere grandmother may have at least seen one movie in her life, for she was raised in Illinois and where else could she have heard the Brit- saying, "Top of the morning to you," which is another other thing I remember as I sleepily stumbled from my cold bedroom to the warm kitchen as a small boy from that vacant farmhouse in Colorado where you could see Nebraska from the mailbox down at the corner of country roads.

THE ONE-DOG-PUSH:

One of my favorite sayings has been, ‘If you have more money than me, do me the favor of not telling me about it. I have just recanted on that: My buddy Swanson went out of his way to take me to breakfast on Friday morning—I know it bothers him, like I believe it does other buddies also, how little of my son Stone’s attention I receive and he tries to make that up to me. Anyhow, as we started talking, I knew Swanson’s finances had improved since I met him but I did not know just how adroit and confident he had become at legally moving gainfully acquired monies from one state to another.
What I want to say here as expedient and efficient as I am can, because I am very uncomfortable investing more writing time at BlogSpot, is it doesn’t make me a bit jealous to contemplate that I may not be as rich as Swanson is. It was, as we sat there at Carrows talking and eating, more that my attitude hopefully was that of a well wisher. I have been known to do so in hungrier days, but this time I wasn’t watching during our meal for scraps to hit the floor. And, because I am passionately interested in real estate, would I encounter a property that he may find of interest, I will pass on a lead to him for he and his wife to consider acquiring. Because, of course it is appropriate for friends to lead each other into a deal if the two of you are into a mutual interest such as Montana property, right! As long as the correct one is listening to the other, the age difference between trader dogs don’t matter much, does it? However, what does make a difference is if one dog is a trader dog & the other isn’t, then that changes the rules and you won't be able to borrow the float.
In surmise, it kinda goes like this, a little dog can run with a big dog if the little dog knows that he is actually his own dog and is good at dodging self-contempt if that could occur to him as it is natural to do as jealousy & in-the-face-poop for a dog caught got in a small-dog moment during the process of the relationship of men & dogs, because when one-dog-push presents the moment and the opportunity to grab-the-well-weathered-bone, who knows what lifted repressions it takes at that moment of jump-on-it to put into quiet reserve under a favorite tree for oneself, a dog’s choice personal moldy morsel.
As I have insisted in too many words previously, in what book is it written that the prerequisite of being a hero has much to do with the size of the dog or for that fact has anything to do with the age and size of a dogs bone either? No matter what Kamaroh's good friend, Ting, thinks, circumstance does not well define the dog....


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COOL CARS IN SF CHINESE NEW YEARS PARADE

KAMAROH SENTIMENT: MS. CHINA TOWN S.F. 1981; The Red Jade Valentine.

SAN FRANCISCO FIRE NO CRACKERS CHINESE NEW YEAR PARADE FEB. 19, 2011

This Chinese New Years Parade in San Francisco started out with a day of rain then early in the event that went away in favor of just plain cold and breathy dampness. It was a long happening and the floats loosely spaced out ... with no firecrackers this year (I suppose because of the trouble they have been experiencing with the noise makers in San Jose, CA this year) and that numbed out the usual adrelelin pump of the noise and smoke of the dragons. As I didn’t amble much further than the reviewing stand for a change, I am not really sure as to the amount of people who attended it as the route has been redirected in favor of an uphill challenge through China Town as opposed to its former straight shot down Market street which was easy to follow. For the first time ever, I also wimped out before the end of the parade in favor of my always-spot after the parade, Tad’s Steak House on Powell Street, and then back home to Muirsville to brandy and my fireplace. Be it another serene event next year, excepting the presence of sharp Dodge Ram 1500s as the float-pulling truck of choice, this parade will probably shrivel up and go boringly away along with the firecrackers. After all, a dragon without smoke and fire is just a big lizard. Oh well, there’s always The World Cup Races to look forward to in San Francisco

AN 18 POUND BLOCK OF JADE, KAMAROH'S POWER STONE!

I went to a Flea Market with Johnny Flowers a couple weeks ago. A man I know who is aware that I collect and wear jade took me to a stall where the fellow had a huge block of California Jade for sale; well the price was cool and I bought it in a heart beat. I put it on the table by my bed. I touch it when I go down for the night and when I get up in the morning and it is always cold but it is a power charge for me and reminds me of my Nebraska rock pickin' heritage!

JOHNNY FLOWERS HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAKE

THE CARROLL SHELBY STORY PLUS CHUCK YEAGER.

I had the good fortune to score this cool old book on EBay. It talks about Carroll Shelby's childhood, his days as a military pilot, his trial and error as a chicken entrepreneur; his road racing success chronicles; his retirement from racing into the Carroll Shelby Racing School in California; the development and production of the Shelby Cobra and the forming of his long relationship with Ford Motor Company. However it stops in 1967 just when your appetite is whetted for the story of the Shelby Cobra Mustang. I'd say the secret to his business success is being a gifted road racer and with the assistance of his famous name, and his smarts and his creativity, being able to attract powerful associates. I have discovered when I read this book that a relationship exists between Mr. Shelby and one of my California heroes, General Chuck Yeager; I understand that Chuck Yeager was one of Caroll Shelby's flight instructors when he was a pilot in the Army Air Force. I read a notation in this book of Chuck Yeager participating in road races in a Shelby; I will have to research that latter on. What is highly interesting to me is the inter-relationship between some of my heroes.

HAPPY KAMAROH BIRTHDAY!