Suddenly, a time warp into a land of rugged outcroppings, misty mountains, dense forest, Lake Superior, few people, a sense of sanctuary from noisy city life below the bridge. The roadway mimics this going from the six lanes of I-75 speed to two lanes of slower highway US 2 twisting along the battered shoreline of northern Lake Michigan. Sunlight dances through birch, maple, and White pine trees triggering visions of Menominee and Chippewa Indians, Jesuit priests, trappers, lumber camps, of British expansion, American conquest.
oh i would love to go back to this time just to witness the moon towers in their nightly glow. From a rooftop on Woodward Avenue looking nne. Enjoy; I sure did.http://www.shorpy.com/node/21261?size=_original#caption via Another Shorpy Gem -- Detroit, 1899 — DetroitYES Forums
Grey, overcast day, gloomy. Long, empty stares out the window, sad. What I to do now that hockey is over?
Incandescent light under hood so bright I try to get you running with all my might Friends, mechanics no end in sight Two months it takes each day a new fright Then new engine new hope, the future is in sight One day, VVVRRRMMM, joy, glee the moment is right
I pass you, you fly past me. I thought cars a convenience from A to B?
hurry now, race to the stop before I beat you. yeah
Oh why must you race down city streets, put in peril so many feet.
With legend singer/songwriter David Bowie’s passing my first impulse was to re-watch, countless times, Bowie make fun of Ricky Gervais’ character on the show Extras “…see his pug nose face, pug, pug, pug, pug…”soon Bowie’s album Diamond Dogs comes to mind as this is my favorite Bowie album and begins: And… in the death as the last few corpses…… Continue reading Future Legend
The two wires pictured here are not from an old personal computer or a vintage 80s VCR no, it is of something more powerful and enduring, nostalgic: a 1965 Ford Galaxie 500 Police Interceptor, black and chrome. While in the process of a minor repair to the powerful 390 engine the distinctly different wires, one…… Continue reading Connected to the Past
Sunday, March 15, 2015 210pm. I am in a euphoric mood as the Detroit Redwings pound the Pittsburg Penguins 5-1 and the skies are grey with periodic breakthroughs of sunshine. As of 2pm PST a wind advisory is posted with gusts predicted to reach 45 mph, now they are blowing from south to southeast at…… Continue reading Classical, I love it!
The earliest recollection was at the age of seven, circa 1965, sitting in the back seat of the Pykonen family station wagon our destination the Copper Country in the northwest corner of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on the Keweenaw Peninsula. To get there we pass Munising, Michigan on the southern shore of Lac Superior and a…… Continue reading Something Tall in Munising
This has been one lllooonnnngggg weekend without a hockey game stumbling around doing chores, errands, dog walking and no action to move me forward. Still, nothing until Tuesday but I do see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have never been a fan of All Star games as they aren’t really playing…… Continue reading Hockey Returns