In Louisville, Kentucky, and throughout the world today is known as Derby Day for the running of the Kentucky Derby. But in Prescott, Arizona, there was a different kind of pony show today, named for a different kind of racer.
It was the annual gathering of the Ford Mustang automobiles.
They gathered, aptly, in the parking lot of the local In 'n' Out Burger. The classic Ford automobiles were present in every color under the sun. Even pink.
That car is owned by a lady. If the color didn't clue you in, what she had under the hood would have.
Another car owner brought a little bit of automotive history to his car.
Other owners just relied on displaying good old muscle power under their hoods.
With a little help from the logo of the car.
The classic Mustang steering wheel looks kind of fragile by today's heavily padded standards.
There were also some Shelby Cobras on display.
Though this one with the classic lines wasn't one of the authentic originals, one car owner told me. It was being offered for sale for around $35,000. He said if it was an original the price would be more like $500,000!
The owner of this black beauty said it had been rebuilt to Cobra standards.
What I found amusing about it was what was stated on the placard in front of it.
On this May Day, we shall return once again to LAST Friday when my quiet home was invaded by this noisy group of lunatics, the Heathen Tabernacle Choir, intent on shattering the peace and celebrating my 75th birthday. (Sound up, please.)
The caterwauling cacaphony has died down now but the memory lingers on. Here then are mugshots of the participants.
The Choir Directors
The Conspirators
The American Gothics
The Laughing Lovebirds
The Honoree/Victim
As regular readers know I always try to end the Friday Funnies with a picture or two of cats.
But the one I rounded up wasn't having any of that red nose.
Fortunately I did locate his cousin who, while refusing the clown nose, did consent to dress up in party gear.
Once again I must thank my friends for "honoring" me with their presence.
But be advised, you other folks, should a red-nosed choir show up at your door, don't open it!
But it's a historial moment (for me at least). In a television studio at KFYR-TV in Bismarck, North Dakota, 1968, after an interview with presidential candidate and Vice-President Hubert Horatio Humphrey.
From left to right, the late Bob MacLeod, Wes Haugen, yours truly, and Humphrey.
We had an exclusive. 'Course there was only one other television station in town but still.
This giant creature from the dinosaur era was caught haunting North Central Arizona recently. The horrifying creature appears ready to swallow up whole cities in a repeat of a terrifying science fiction movie.
But wait.
Let's back off a bit.
Maybe when I quit dreaming and show you his actual size he's not so terrifying after all.
Except to an occasional bug.
I caught him posing on a hand-sized rock just below our bird bath.
Waiting for a drop or two of water to fall.
There are many of them around the neighborhood.
But I doubt that any cities are in danger of being swallowed up.
Anyway, just think of that Geico gecko. Pretty nice guys.
The Courthouse Square in Prescott had a couple of celebrity guests recently. No, folks, it wasn't George Clooney and his new bride. It was BIG celebrities.
I don't know where Mickey Mouse was but that's Goofy! Looks like he may need to get on the exercise machine to take care of that pot belly.
Nearby another character was keeping an eye on things.
No doubt watching for careless smokers and others who might start forest fires.
At least he had the good sense to take it easy on a chair.
Smokey the Bear and Goofy the Dog were both on hand to mark Prescott's 2015 recognition of Earth Day.
Saturday some of my birthday gang and I took a little road trip which culminated in a visit to the Chapel of the Holy Cross near Sedona.
I was somewhat castigated for taking a picture and commenting this is how the amazing structure was able to be built.
But another one of our party who shall remain unidentified topped me as we were gazing at a mega-structure down below the chapel.
That's a single family home with a great view. My companion commented "That must be the home of the pastor!"
When no lightning bolts hit him or me, we chatted with one of the men working to guide traffic to parking spaces around the chapel. He told us the house was owned by a man from Phoenix and was estimated to be worth something upwards of 20 million dollars. He told us it cost a million dollars just to clear and grade the land before construction began. He also said the owner visits perhaps once a year and they hadn't seen him for about two years now. Meantime the waterfall keeps flowing into the pond.
Nevertheless, the views in the area are spectacular.
The forces of erosion over the centuries have created a phantasmagoria of nature.
And we were lucky enough to be there when a cactus was in bloom.
Well, it's over. My 75th birthday party, that is. I had virtually demanded that my four longest and best friends come to my home to help me celebrate it. And they did! Along with their soul mates. Tom and Lana flew over from Cambria, California. Tim and Jeanne flew in from Denver, Colorado. Steve and Debbie drove up from Phoenix. The BRD (Gayle) and Beau Jack came over from Prescott. Friday night . . . we partied! Saturday the long distance out-of-towners and I did the tourist route, visiting Jerome, Cottonwood, Sedona and Oak Creek Canyon. After which we gathered at our home once again for more drinks and food and great conversation.
So here, from the weekend are some photos of the group.
Tim, a television vice-president and world traveler, from Denver
Jeanne, his wife and a legend in our time
Tom, an Indianapolis radio-t.v. impresario, now retired and blogging in California
Lana, his wife, a beautiful multi-talented artist and bread baker
From Phoenix, my t.v. and baseball buddy Steve, his former flight attendant wife Debbie and from Prescott the BRD (who, aptly, looked beautiful)
And the Beau Jack, probably trying to sell Tim a house!
What is surviving to 75 (and beyond?) worth if one doesn't have good friends? I can't answer that because of this small group of warriors who have remained my good friends for decades.
Tim said he was honored to be invited but I was truly the one honored by the presence of these great folks.
It was a grand party, nearly enough to make one break out in song.
What? You didn't think a little thing like my 75th BIRTHDAY would keep me from posting the Friday Funnies, did you? Well, it's just an abbreviated version today. I have to go take a nap. But first . . .
That's it for another week, folks. Now excuse me as I rest from my labors.
That was the message on a birthday card I received first thing this morning from SWMBO. As if I didn't know. Three quarters of a century ago, in Stanley, North Dakota, my father sent this telegram* to his brother in San Francisco.
And so his namesake, Franklin Bruce Taylor, arrived on the planet.
Me.
75 years ago today!
People ask me where I got my weird sense of humor.
I think I got it from my father, along with his fixtures.
* - A telegram was something that was used to send messages while we all waited for email to be invented.
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