I found a few cool things while I was tooling around Sac County and Ida County. Including the birthplace of the great Andy Williams. A singer that everybody loves unequivocally. Here is the first collection of those images.
Carnarvon
Odebolt
Ida Grove
I have at least one more collection of images from this road trip still to share.
This collection of images wraps up the April section of the 2019 backlog. These are pictures from the annual Methodist Bowling Outing at Tiger Bowl in Madrid.
There are also some pictures here of the Outreach Committee putting together May Baskets.
Have a looksie:
I wonder if that was the last bowling outing for the church. Tiger Lanes is really falling apart, but Perfect Games is crazy expensive. I guess we’ll see what happens when it happens.
The images below come from the folder 05-07-08. The images range from a post supper photo shoot with an Ungs to pictures of painting Monica’s one-time Roland home to me showing off a fat stack of cash to some flowers from my Mom’s flowerbeds to one of the most fascinating creatures on the planet.
By adding these images to the Photography 139 Photo Gallery I was able to restore these historic “An Artist’s Notebook” entries to their original glory:
That sick wad of cash that I was flashing in the Fazoli’s parking lot was my winnings from my bowling league. Helping Monica paint the Roland house was Suzie and Cassie.
Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will be all about the Big Jesus Road Trip.
Way back in May of last year I surprised Nate for his birthday. Well, I wasn’t the surprise, I was the distraction. While I was in the Manhattan area, I snapped a few photos:
Some of the pictures were taken in Manhattan suburbs like Leonardville and Ogden and Shelbyville and Ogdenville and North Haverbrook.
Also, happy birthday to my sister Carla and Dawg Pound sister Monica. Since, you know, it is actually your birthdays today.
A small collection of photos reside in the folder called 03-22-08:
By adding these images to the Photography 139 Photo Gallery, I was able to restore the following blogs to their original glory:
1 picture is of a Jaycees newsletter. The dogs are Shimmer and Destiny from the Stensland family. The final picture is from the bowling alley, from back when I was in a bowling league.
Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will involve Easter.
Monday night was the debut of my new bowling shirt. It isn’t much to look at. I freely admit this fact. But it is mine and it was free.
This is the first year as a team we have had bowling shirts. Now Patio Pros LLC, might not be the most stylish team in the world, but I guarantee you that we are the most stylish 8th Place team in any league.
I wish I could say that the debut was successful, but Corey’s Uncle Daryl took me behind the woodshed. That was to be expected, I am about the worst bowler in the league. Although I seem to bowl much better when Nate shows up. I’m going to have to see to it that he shows up more often.
The subject of this entry is not a reference to the Spartans. This is the 300th entry in An Artist’s Notebook.
This post is mostly to announce to the world in general:
“You’ve beaten me, again!!”
It isn’t the first time that the world has beaten me. It certainly won’t be the last.
A few weeks back I indicated that I was getting an alarmingly high amount of text messages on my phone and it was time to get a text messaging package. I knew that the bell had tolled for me, but I did nothing about it.
Until today. After volunteering at the Jaycee’s Bowling Challenge (where incidentally I think I was the least favorite volunteer of the people running the Challenge) I made the trip to the mall and signed up for a text messaging package.
There you have it world. You win again. Feel free to text message me to the fullest of your heart’s desire. You won’t hear me grumble about it ever again.
I also picked up a new phone. The keypad was fading fast on the old phone. I didn’t pick up anything fancy like Jesse or Willy. However, I do now get the joy of putting in new Caller ID Photos of my friends and create new ringtones for them. That will give me something to do. I just need to figure out just the right song and just the right picture for each friend.
I still need to get the old pictures off my phone. That could make for an interesting entry some time in the future.
I have a week chock full of fun activities, but I think one might stand above all the others. Tonight Derrick and I are having a little bonding time by watching Crossroads.
If you instantly thought of the Britney Spears movie, you are not my friend. Please erase my e-mail from your address book. Delete my phone number from your cell phone. Unless, you are willing to learn. Then you can remain my friend, but you may have to make amends for your sin.
Those of you that instantly thought of the 1986 Walter Hill classic, good job. You get a gold star and might get a birthday present from me if you meet the rest of the birthday present getting criteria.
This movie is so sweet that it even eclipses the other events from this week.
I got this wad of cash last night at the bowling league awards ceremony. Yes ladies and gentleman, that is what 38 smackers looks like.
But even getting money is eclipsed by Crossroads.
I’m even going on two road trips this week to break in my new Road Trip Hat. The Big Jesus Road Trip on Friday. Then on Saturday I’m going on The Cardiff Giant Road Trip. The Cardiff Giant Road Trip had taken on a bit of an added dimension after some information I received last Wednesday. I don’t want too give too much away, but think “Gypsum Penis”. At least if I correctly deducted what the term “modest” was meant to insinuate.
I’m also going to see Chicago on Thursday at Stephens.
Plus, I’m having supper tomorrow night at Jimmy’s Barbecue.
If that isn’t enough, there is serving food for the Mother-Daughter banquet on Saturday night.
Of course there is the traditional Mother’s Day Barbecue on Sunday.
Yet they are all eclipsed by tonight’s viewing of Crossroads.
Derrick recently went down to the home of Delta Blues for a 3 or 4 day extensive training session with Peavey in Meridian, Mississippi. I gave him the mission of either getting a Mississippi String Tie (which is what a bluesman wears in Mississippi) or at least making it to Highway 61.
The folks at Peavey kept him so busy that he never accomplished either mission. In fact the only time he was free from them he made a trip to a gas station. He did report to me that they served catfish at this gas station. We both agree that Gas Station Catfish would make either a great song or album title.
I thought I would just share some of my favorite scenes from Crossroads.
Now that is a movie. I’m already getting me some of them Crossroads Blues:
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you pleaseStandin’ at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride
Didn’t nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me byStandin’ at the crossroads, risin’ sun goin’ down
Standin’ at the crossroads baby, the risin’ sun goin’ down
I believe to my soul now, po’ Bob is sinkin’ downYou can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
That I got the crossroad blues this mornin’, Lord, baby I’m sinkin’ downI went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west
Lord, I didn’t have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress
Last night when I got to bowling I was surprised to see the guy (Rich) that said the previous week was his last week because he had violated his probation and was being sent away to treatment. So I asked him why he was there and not in treatment.
He wasn’t in treatment because when he went to treatment they told him that they couldn’t accept him because he was on anti-depressants. Now he has 2 weeks to wait and then they send him to a different treatment center.
Then he went up to the bar and bought a pitcher of beer, for himself.
He took two drinks from it. Then his phone rang. It was his wife.
She told him that his Parole Officer had just came to their house to give him a breathalyser test to make sure he was sober. The Parole Officer was now on his way to the bowling alley to administer the same test there.
He slid the pitcher of beer over to his friend (Steve) and went up and bought a Pepsi.
A few minutes later the Parole Officer showed up and took him outside to give him the test. He passed, but only because his wife had called him.
This has been an interesting bowling season.
