THROWBACK THURSDAY

This may explain a lot.

"I love the smell of rubber cement in the morning!"

Back in the 60's, the much-commented-on but little-remembered 60's. I wonder why.

WEDNESDAY WEIRDNESS

A black cat in a darkened room.

If you're room is dark enough you should be able to see Blackwell's eye peering out.

This was taken the night of the lunar eclipse.

Would you have expected anything normal from us?

TUESDAY TRAVELS

"I'm going to Graceland, Graceland, in Memphis, Tennessee"

There are a few things wrong with this picture.

First it wasn't taken in Graceland, Elvis Presley's home.

It was taken in a curio/gift shop in Jerome, Arizona.

And the lyrics quoted before the picture were written by Paul Simon.

In 1986.

And Elvis died in 1977.

Other than that . . . . .

LIGHTS OUT

The moon rose over the mountain last night already partially eclipsed.

People gathered by the edge of "the Savannah", as SWMBO calls it, to watch the passage of the Earth across the moon's surface.

One of our neighbors, Rick, and I contemplated that since the Earth was causing the shadow on the face of the moon and we were on the Earth, we should be able to wave our hands in the air and see it on the moon's surface.

But Rick explained to me that the distance from us to the moon being 238,900 miles would probably prevent that.

So we just stood and watched the progression and chatted about other things.

SWMBO reminded us of the total solar eclipse we experienced when we lived in Mexico and how the turkeys at a house down the street flew up into the trees and roosted when the sky grew dark.

And how our yard boy at the time arrived a day or two before and tied red cloth to a branch in each of the many fruit trees in our yard. He said it would prevent the fruit from falling when the eclipse occurred.

Well, a silly superstition, you say?

As SWMBO responds "Maybe so but we didn't lose a single mango, avocado, orange or grapefruit!"

SUNDAY BRUNCH

We invited the BRD (Gayle) over for a Sunday brunch today.

She (good girl) came armed with a jug of pre-mixed Bloody Mary's.

SWMBO (Judy) had prepared the food.

Zucchini quiche.

Quiche Lorraine.

Sweet potato (Yam) medallions.

Fruit salad.

All accompanied by lots and lots of wine.  Yum.

CAHS - CAHS - CAHS

If it's an autumn Saturday in Arizona, there has to be a car show.

This one was in the parking lot outside Sally B's Cafe in Prescott Valley.

Contrary to what you may think, Sally wasn't catering. This Chevy owner brought his own display to remind us of the days of car hops on roller skates.

There were cars and trucks of seemingly every make and description.

This lovely T-bird has been supercharged. Look under the hood.

It wasn't the only one.

This next one had power in the trunk.

Those twin Kenwood speakers are sure to announce that car's arrival. Loudly.

I'm always fascinated by the paint jobs.

Even Passionate Pink!

My grandfather bought several Studebakers before his eyesight got too bad for him to drive. I can remember racing one of his one night side by side on a two-lane highway. Stupid. But I won.

And I can remember a Mercury something like this one when I was a kid. The guy who owned it used to drive slowly around our small town, slumped down at the wheel, sneering out the window. Cool.

There's a big 3-day Corvette show going on up the road in Prescott. I guess this guy got confused. Or maybe ran out of gas. (Love the dual rear windows.)

And then there were the really oldies-but-goodies.

Hard to believe that this one is 80 years old! But still young at heart apparently.

Not like this next guy.

I haven't worked on cars since I had my 1948 Chevy back in the late 1950's. Nowadays I'd need a degree in computer engineering to fix anything under the hood.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

This first bit of information isn't really a Friday Funny, it's a fact. 

The Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives John Boehner has announced that he's resigning from Congress at the end of next month!

As Vice-President Joe Biden might say "that's a big @#!?X*&# deal!"

But, now on to the Friday Funnies and I'm breaking a long-standing rule of mine by throwing in some politics this week. Beware!

Poor Brian. Some guys can't catch a break.

Speaking of which . . .

O.K. That's all the politics. This week. On with the Funnies.

Hey, how'd that squirrel get in here? This is supposed to be cat country. And how, you might ask, does a cat stay warm?

(For those of you unfamiliar with that white thing, it's a steam radiator, used for heating homes.)

But cats have other ways to stay warm.

Thanks go out to my contributors. Have a great jolly weekend folks and keep an eye on your cats.

And always keep laughing!