Sunday, September 23, 2018

I shall return

Will return in a couple of days, I hope. Mighty tempting to linger here at the country home, 'cause the livin' is easy, but I guess we ought to be moving on.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Swell

We haven't even been here a year, and now there's a monster hurricane breathing down our necks. Blogging is likely to be light. Feel free to discuss a range of deep, philosophical topics in the comments section.

Here, I'll start you off. If it weren't for bacon, would we really care whether the earth was destroyed by a huge comet?

Forgotten, but not gone

Charles Hurt, uh, "celebrates" Barry's return to the campaign trail.
Pompous, insufferable, self-enthralled, cliched and uninspiring, he picked up right where he left off.
David Harsanyi is similarly unimpressed with the Light Lite Worker.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

The ghosts of Brunswick County

When I lived in Fairfax, Virginia, I was constantly making trips down to Richmond, and due to the terrible traffic problems on I-95, frequently found myself taking US 1 part of the way. There are many abandoned houses and commercial buildings along the route which I had always intended to photograph for the purpose of doing a photo series which I was going to call "The Ghosts of US 1". I did, in fact, blog about a couple of interesting sites, but never had a chance to do all I wanted to do.

That's all out of the question, now, since I've moved to Southport, NC, but the basic idea is the same, so I'm putting together photos of various ruins and other sites that I'll be posting occasionally under the title "The Ghosts of Brunswick County". Abandoned places have always appealed to me, probably because they're evocative of people who came before, whose livelihoods, hopes and dreams were once tied up with these now desolate structures. I can't help but wonder who these people were, what became of them. As always, click to enlarge photos.

Here are some long-abandoned silos in a bean field near the town of Bolivia.







Now, here we may be talking real ghosts. These are some shots from a private cemetery (also near the town of Bolivia) about which I have been able to learn almost nothing from internet searches, except that the place is owned and operated by some kind of foundation. It is the David R. Mercer Cemetery, and entry is usually impossible because of a chain that extends between the two brick pillars on either side of the road; however, today the chain was down (possibly to allow for Sunday visitations), so I went in and took a gander around.









Well, I guess I do know what became of those folks. May they rest in peace.

Pro tip

Don't carry your cell phone in the same pocket with a loose credit card, driver's license or your damned concealed carry permit, especially if the phone is inserted in one of those rubber cases to protect it from sharp impacts. What can happen is, when you take the cell phone out of your pocket, the credit card, driver's license or your damned concealed carry permit can get caught on the lip of the phone protector and dumped on the floor without your even knowing it. And you can't always count on some wonderful good Samaritan to find your credit card, driver's license or your damned concealed carry permit and turn it in at the lost & found department at Walmart.

This has been a public service announcement from Paco Enterprises.

Sunday funnies

So, Donald Trump decided to check out one of Hillary's recently discovered emails...











Geez, looks like you can build practically anything with LEGOs...




So, Cory Booker goes into a coffee shop (via Powerline's "The Week in Pictures")...




T-shirt of the week...



Friday, September 7, 2018

Crazytown

The late Tom Wolfe wrote that “[t]he dark night of fascism is always descending in the United States and yet lands only in Europe.”

True in the past, not so sure about these days. The increasing violence of the Left, including the sanctioning of violence by Democrat politicians, could clear the runway for a landing here.