I’m too old for this. Teen age idol? Aw, c’mon.
I was madly in love with Johnny Mathis (who?) then traded him in for Marlon Brando who I thought was very cerebral and deep. I loved (still love) the Beatles. the Doors and the Stones, but they weren’t my idols … just great bands I enjoyed.
I had a bit of thing for Harry Belafonte, but he was hot.
it was more than 50 years ago. Seriously. That’s half a century.
If it was ever relevant, it has long passed over into mildly amusing trivia of the distant past.
Sometime during the last cold snap of the endless winter of 2013 – 2014, the windshield in our PT Cruiser cracked. Nothing specific happened. It just cracked. It was right before I was supposed to go into the hospital and it was not a crack that made using the car impossible, so it would have to wait until later … whenever that turned out to be.
This morning, later arrived. My son made all the arrangements. About an hour ago, he got a call from Tim, the glass guy.
“This car doesn’t have a cracked windshield,” Tim said.
“I’m sure it doesn’t,” Owen replied. “Because our car is here in the driveway. I’m leaning on it. What color is the car you took?”
“Maroon,” said Tim.
“You took my neighbor’s car,” Owen said.
There was some back and forth as Tim ascertained that Owen wasn’t just screwing around, that he really had taken the wrong car. A few minutes ago, he came and took our car, presumably having returned the neighbor’s car before he discovered it was missing and called the cops.
I can only imagine what would have happened had the neighbor’s car had a cracked windshield too. Hmm.
How small is small enough? Icicles this past winter hung from the gutters above my office window, naturally black and white, just needing a bit of brightening and increased contrast.
Are the icicles small enough to be small subjects? I guess it depends on your definition of small … and compared to what.