Except for that one day when it rained for something over an hour and our amateurish rain gauge measured 1-1/4 inches.
Anyway, here's a couple of sky pictures, most favoring the top of a neighbor's house.
And, as a special treat prompted by LL (Lori Across Town) who mentioned Nehru jackets along with Madras yesterday . . . watch out!
Yes, that's me.
51 years ago when I was a 28 year old stripling covering the Republican National Convention of 1968 in Miami Beach.
As I told Lori in an email, I had a brown Nehru jacket also.
They bring to mind an old saying, "there's no accounting for bad taste."
And yes, I regret to say, I smoked cigarettes for way too many years before renouncing that evil habit in 1991.
They always reminded me of a priest's cassock collar.
ReplyDeleteVery dramatic skies!
ReplyDeleteA Nehru jacket at the GOP Convention! ? What were you thinking? You must have told them you were a friend of Sammy Davis Jr.
ReplyDeleteTom Cochrun, I was a trendsetter.
ReplyDeleteA cool dude! ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh wow a Nehru Jacket. I haven't thought of those in years. It's so cool you have photos of these old fashion trends.
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