FRIDAY FUNNIES

We begin this week's chapter in our humor anthology with the immortal Berkeley Breathed and his Bloom County, with a tip of the hat to the late Joseph Heller.

With that out of the way, a thought about death.

Then there's the way Phoenix feels this week.

I don't know why I'm thinking of death so much this week unless it's my aching back but . . .

In keeping with my continuing dedication to keeping you safe and notifying you of dangerous threats and how to avoid them, I bring you this:

And while I'm at it . . .

Ah, progress, eh?

All right, it's time for what you all come here for every week - the cats.

Hey, wait a minute, those aren't cats!

Neither are they! (well, they may be meerkats)

C'mon, cats! Where are you??!!!

"Are you talkin' to us?"

A duck's best friend, right?

Well . . . .

I give up.

That's the funnies for this week, folks. Thanks to all my contributors and to those unknowing people I stole from. Have a great weekend and remember, always keep a smile on your kisser.

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.