Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Keep an eye on things while I am sleeping!


I just hope our crossing guards and patrol boys are on the job and keep an eye on things while I am snoozing tonight.


It's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it.
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Peter V. Bella said...
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January 11, 2011 at 10:51 PM
Peter V. Bella said...

Just like eating... oh, never mind

January 11, 2011 at 10:51 PM
chickelit said...

Eye eye Cap'n Queeg.

January 11, 2011 at 11:05 PM
The Dude said...

Nice Kaiser Manhattan in the back ground - we had a Traveler, the original hatchback.

January 12, 2011 at 9:11 AM
ricpic said...

America really used to look like that. Wonderful. I was completely gaga over the '49 Ford...and the '49 Chevy...and Caddie. And that's the actual Pollo who just today became a septuagenerian and can barely make it from the couch to the window to watch the traffic and the nineteen and twenty year old girl children he dreams of guarding.

January 12, 2011 at 10:38 AM
chickelit said...

Nearly all children have a poetic genius which deteriorates quickly.

-Jean Cocteau

January 12, 2011 at 10:46 AM
Meade said...

Heh heh. Meade is amused!

January 12, 2011 at 11:39 AM
chickelit said...

The boy behind the crossing guard is wearing one of the those old-fashioned newspaper delivery slings. We called them sacks IIRC. Boy does that take me back.

I had a morning route circa 1973-75. I'd rise every morning at 5:30 AM rain or snow to bring people the morning news. That boy probably had an afternoon route. Afternoon newspapers--once the prime time for papers--were already dying out in the early 70s. Afternoon routes were the most coveted among boys because...well...because you didn't have to rise every morning at 5:30 AM or snow and bring people the morning news- you could do it after school instead. Of course that meant you couldn't go out for football or any other sports but hey: some boys played and some had to work.

I remember the political times of my route very well. I watched the demise of the Nixon Administration little by little. I still remember the black inked moments frozen in time:

SATURDAY NIGHT MASSACRE

AGNEW RESIGNS

SMOKING GUN TAPE

until finally...

PRESIDENT RESIGNS AS FORD SWORN IN.

Those were rougher times for civil politics.

January 12, 2011 at 4:00 PM

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