Younger brothers and memories...
Well, that didn't take long!
My younger brother has entirely different memories of the days when all three brothers were delivering newspapers around the Charleston peninsula. He says he NEVER asked us to substitute for him to carry papers on his route. Never.
Our dad was a younger brother. He's the shorter one on the left in this priceless old framed photo. Oddly enough, I never saw this till after he died and I was cleaning out a huge storage area. Cute outfit, dad. I really like that belt.
Mom tells a story that shortly after they met, my dad was smoking a cigarette and kept flicking the ashes into his shirt pocket. She finally asked him to stop doing that..it could burn the shirt. He replied "so what, it's my brother's shirt."
At least I never did that to my brother.
There was the time he was seen by a cousin leaving the house with a salt shaker and a small cardboard box. She inquired and he explained that I had told him if he sprinkled salt on a bird's tail, it couldn't fly away.
He was on the hunt for a pigeon.
Labels: brothers, cigarette ashes, moms and dads, pigeons
ALL Statues Should Be White Marble...
A fellow blogger proposed we start a picture category called
"Stand By Your Statue" as an ongoing visual meme.
Since I like to dig around in my stacks of photos, I quickly searched for a few candidates and came up with a king that had been royally pooped on in Montreal.
Wonder if any city has ever erected a statue of a pigeon?
Roaming around downtown in Atlanta,
looking for the famed replica of the New York City
Flat Iron Building, I had to stop when I came across this bronze lady reading a paper.
Either the birds have not found the memorial for Councilwoman Barbara Miller Asher yet or statue cleaning maintenance is much better in Georgia than it is in Quebec. However, her briefcase did have cigarette butts in it.
I try to wear my Tilley wide-brimmed "sun hat" everywhere I go and this bust in Seattle caught my eye since
Chief Seattle must have heard the same advice from his dermatologist.
This monument was in a park at the bottom of a steep slope headed to the mill, near the river.
A tour guide had just pointed out that it was NOT a great part of Seattle to live in during the busy heyday of lumbering. There were many, many accidents and lots of destruction caused as logs were sliding by on the greased road.
Fortunately, there were not many homes here..mainly just bars. The area originally was called Skid Road.
Today we call such a place Skid Row.
Labels: Atlanta, Flat Iron building, Montreal, pigeons, Seattle, statues, Tilley hats
Well, that didn't take long!
