Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Weekend with Mr. Charlestion?
Open Wheel Racin'
Time off from Work. (two (2 days)) Boy Howdy, Yeah Buddy, Loud Cars, fast women, eXXpensive Booze, forget that top shelf, stuff. (you can't afford it, the Booze, pay attention, the broads are totally out of the price range.)
What the hell,? anything goes, it ain't over 'till it's over.
Yeah! Mama, we'll be home, but don't leave the light on.
Rain!!!! What?? This is my parade, but I'm ahead of my self.
Titles under the photos:
A unique statement by a native genius.
This is a hand built structure, been goin' on for 'bout 40 somethin' years.
Those are aluminum sheets from the local newspaper's offset press, that cover the outside of the buildings.
All of the windows are leaded glass, by Solomon and Co.
Solomon's Castle (view 2)
That is a mural on the side wall. (you'll see a close up later)
Let me try to lead you through the flood plain and keep in mind this cat bought this from a realtor in south Florida, before it was against the law to sell swamp land to Yankees.
Well, if you look, very closely, there is a blue line on the side wall, that is the highest level of recorded flooding, up until that time. The line has now been raised.
Leaded Glass windows (Solomon's Castle)
The glass work in this museum is excellent.
A land locked replication of the Santa Maria. You can dine on board.
You see that boarding ramp, just to the left, with the rope hand rails???. One can Canoe over that ramp down through the restaurant during the rainy season. Food is good. By the Way, it is the only food for about 30 miles. Relax, eat, have a beer, kick back.
From the interior of the 'Santa Maria'. This guy will not be servin' you.
This is a one of a kind eatin' experience. Take your time.
This is the mural I wrote about earlier. You see the water line in this image. Ya know the waves and such?. Move that line to just over the hood of the monk that is prayin'. Come back in another 25 years and see where it has moved to.
The Water Goddess, (look close) or is it the realtor that sold, Solomon this Swamp Land.
(God I loved those days) Pre-FEMA and Flood knowledge and all like that there.
Solomon bought this here land in a FLOODPLAIN and did not know it for another 3 months.
Oh yeah, three months later the rains began. (God, I love Yankees)
A much needed Item in a FLOODPLAIN.
For the record the Realtors now (by law) have to tell you that you can't build on this land,
See 'cause hit's a swamp.
But this is Gran Dad, and he is cool.
Please visit Solomon's Castle, Ona, Florida.
County Road 665, Hardee County, Florida.
Then head on up the road apiece, to Limestone.
Or is it Down the Road apiece?
Saturday, March 20, 2010
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us,
we often find that it is those who,
instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures,
have chosen rather to share our pain and
touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair or confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,
who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing
and face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
This woman is a person that I think I like.
Might even want to have dinner with her, well if we could just get beyond the parking. Oh yeah, I'll cop to 20 bucks for the valet parking. Cool. Lets just hope she's not a vegan or how ever the hell you spell it. Ok, So then I order wine, turns out she in rehab, oh dear, ok, lets have a nice glass of tea, oh dear, she is not in rehab, but should be. I'm a dead man walking. It's not wine she likes after all, nope it's 18 year old Scotch. Neat. Water back. Ok, ok, $77.00 later she is ordering din din. I'm trying to remember how much cash I have and what the credit card has left to spend and if I use the debit card just how deep into saving she is going to push my face. Oh thank god! She is not a vegan, or virgin for that matter, she wants the grain fed, beef, aged for months and cooked to perfection, just until the juicy action begins, not that kind. Two fingers thick, one finger less than the Scotch, but as big around as her tit, either one but thank god not both. Turns out she really likes blood. I have to take a time here to say: Watching her chew on the piece of red meat was a truly erotic moment! Damn Woman! Break my Heart! (then this little friend I keep in the very back of my mind, woke up and said hey. Hey.Bro!! HEY!!!! What the hell are you thinking!!!! Have you ever heard of a PREYing MANtus!!! dumb ass. Oh yeah, that's right you thought it was a PRAYing mantus, 'cause of the hands and looking like a priest and (SEEE looking like a PRIEST and )all.
Well anyway, the dinner that did not happen, (like a nice dream) ended with her going off to bang the waitperson. Thank you Jesus. I flipped the valet another $20 bucks to drive my car around the block and pick me up out of sight of my newest old best friend.
That Valet had curves and tits that make one's mouth water. Anyway, I got in the car and by the time she got out I was light another $100 bucks (US)
On a lighter note: This broad seems to be a spiritual sister of JadedJ.
(As I stated earlier, I'm a dead man walkin'
Saturday, March 13, 2010
big and little.
I have hit a dry spell in posting
if you have not noticed.
I must apologize for not being
more entertaining or amusing or thought provoking.
Hell I do that most every day. And get paid for it.
Well, by that I mean, if I can find a joke,
in a situation I go for it. To the point
of distraction, I'm afraid.
But not very.
As one goes through life and
progresses through the fluid stages, I
am finding that one's priorities can
alter along with the metabolism.
(See Clutter-Thunk! for a better understanding of the fluid stages of life. (http://clutter-thunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_8239.html))
Well all that leads to this morning.
I am growing
the dis-like of
most of the information provided
on news and such.
The fog rolling over the rants
of the BillRush Glenns
seem to swamp the landscape of rhetoric.
It is much easier to rant against
them, about the rant
I can't grant, that slant
of their views
of news and
pant over a beautiful object,
even if i get chastised
for making her an object.
At lease I feel good about the cause
of the dis-light of my view
of the world.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Number 1ne Thing: I'm talkin' 'bout my daughter.
Number 2wo Thing: See Number 1 thing (#1 thing)
Number 3hree thing: I feel that there are lot more men that love their daughters and would place themselves in harm's way' for them, than the print media would have you believe.
Number 4our thing: she really is my pride and joy.
Number 5ive thing: see number two thing (2wo, #2 thing)
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Turns out all those maps, with the lines showing the limits of the flood danger, were calculated in 80's using a slide rule to crunch the numbers and a graphite pencil on vellum, with a bamboo scale, to locate them. The scale is approx 1 mile per inch.
Try to see the width of the line at that scale. It would fall between the two wood columns on the front porch.
The computer used at that time was an 8088. The models being generated today use cutting edge computers (not leading edge, not state of the art) and GPS triangulated data from hot s**t devices that are mounted on cars, boats, planes, trains and yaks, if the needs arises. It can measure a 400 meter swath of date as it rolls along at highway speed. (terrain and structures)
So the lesson of the hour: when you look at a map of the flood plain in your town and you see a line that says the flood plain is way across the road from your house and you don't need flood insurance. Well buy it, cause you don't need it and it's cheap. When, (when) the flood water rise up into your home, you will thank me, or not.
Oh buy the weigh, the numbers they are using for the flood water height are based on the NGVD 1929. The new numbers NAVD 1988, the factor of error is a foot, plus or minus. (either way you'er screwed)
Ok, still not convinced? Close all the doors in your house and stuff towels at the sills, ok now flood your house with 2 inches of water. How does it feel? Where's the cat? Did you pick up the blanket like I said?
Enough of that.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
In a nut shell, get the hell out of town. (next)
More in the workshops tomorrow.
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