Siftings
Whole
There’s a wisp of a moon hanging over Sand City. On the other side of that dune, the Pacific comes to rest. But there’s no rest for me just yet. Public Storage closes at nine, and I’ve a half hour to make one more run from the hotel room. Heading back to Iowa with an operating theory of Seaside...
Betwixt
“So, are you with the Building Department?” The prospective landlord on the other end of the phone is getting squeamish. He wanted to know what I did for a living and adding splendor to this part of the world seemed a little vague so I went with the formal job title. I never lead with that,...
Craig’s Friday Countdown Engines
Wards has released their annual ten best engine list (here). Happy to see Ford’s flatplane crank 5.2L make the list. Below, for my amusement if no one else’s, are the favorite engine’s I’ve owned.
#10) Ford 2.3L Inline Four – A scrappy little four, able to (ultimately) catch up to the...
That’s More Like It
Seaside, California sunset.
(they tell me this happens every day here)
Thanks, I’ll Pass
Do you have anything about ten degrees cooler and substantially less - cough, cough - congested?
Canyon, Aptly Named
Almost makes you root for Mike Meloy, in his valiant battle to stop Bettendorf from reining in (the some future day majestic) Duck Creek.
Tues Morn, Land Of Enchantment
Stopped for gas.
Thought about buying a few scratch-off lottery tickets, just to have something to do.
Decided against it, went with contemplating the cruelty of a 65 mph speed limit instead.
Scrolling
Kerouac’s masterwork, now owned by one of the billionaires profiting from the CTE industry known as the National Football League, is called “The Scroll”. Taped together, the pages run 120 feet. Single-spaced and without paragraph breaks, “The Scroll” became On The Road, novelizing a series of...
Dug In
First Wrigley, now this. Can’t anyone leave well enough alone? Checking in on Rand Wonio Field, I see the dugouts are gone. They were old and worn, made of wood some decades ago. The benches were small, the roofs leaked and birds nested in them. They were nowhere near on par with the quality...
Not Thirteen Minutes. Twelve.
Mellow Larry was anything but. A youth sports coach with creaking knees and a cranky disposition, he served as a nickname role model for the kids. Namely; the best nicknames are the opposite of how you act. Larry had a particular obsession about the sanctity of the playing surface even during...
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