I found myself watching this over and over.

Video origin:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6Nv5J4Di0k

 

Music:  Narin Yalnizlik by Artist She Past Away.

1:28 / 1:37

SHE BATS AWAY

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Goth Bats Dance Off New Edit For You Andrea My Love Katarsis by She Past Away from the album Narin Yalnizlik

tower

Hallelujah

Some great times living in Vermont

Live At Luthier's

 

music patches

69ers revisited

Kelley Cousins

  Kelley Cousins

 Me front and center

Here I am way back around '66 in my brand new unsullied Boy Scout uniform cooking up some breakfast, Wonder Bread, eggs, and a jar of Crisco by my side, plate at the ready with smoke in my eyes.  There's something great about cooking over a wood fire that brings out the caveman perspective. 
I've always loved cooking. Watching my Mom at an early age, I felt a real sense of accomplishment heating up a can of Bean with Bacon soup.  You can't just add water, you have to mash it up real good and stir til smooth.
The kid with the hatchet shows the proper uniform with kerchief and Orono Troop 206 badges.  I guess I didn't get the memo to dress for breakfast.

Tupelo Honey — Supervised Clinical Trial

Our band SCT playing at local food bank benefit in Greenfield MA

Memories of learning to drive with my Dad

Our Dad Les taught each of us four Kelley boys to drive on the trucks and tractors of his landscaping business, Kelley & Kelley Landscaping and Nursery in Long Lake, MN back in the 60's. One of those trucks was an early 50's Dodge Power Wagon similar to this restored beauty I came across parked at a shop near our home in Vermont.  This was no automatic transmission cream puff by any stretch of the imagination.  No, if you didn't double clutch while shifting up or down no amount of force would get you into gear.  Oh the grinding.  The parking brake was simply a leather strap that would tighten on the drive shaft.  I once left it on while driving and was presented with the smoke and smell of singed cowhide.

One time my brothers and I were standing in the back of a dump truck while inside the cab my Dad was teaching brother Ric the fine art of how to work the clutch.  As we pulled away from a stop the truck started bucking and jiving.  Whoa!... not enough gas...Whoa!...too much gas.  As we hung on for dear life we could hear Dad comparing Ric's driving style to a triphammer.  Now at the time I didn't know what a triphammer was, but I had a good demonstration of it's effect.  Here's one on steroids:

The trucks pictured below in front of a Wayzata Plymouth dealer were before my time, circa 1939.

Correction;  I believe the rear truck is the one we called The Big Dump.  The cab and drive train had been replaced but the bed was still in use in my time.  It had a strong winch we used to pull stumps out of the ground and detachable side panels used when we hauled brush, black dirt or gravel.  It was a beast, long and hard to handle.  I once backed it in to the hood of the lift gate truck and never told the Boss...sorry Dad.

Spring in Vermont means muddy roads and high water creeks.  Here's what happens behind our house after big rains.

Pabst Blue Ribbon

One of the cheapest beers you could buy in Minnesota way back when, now seems to have a cult following.  Here in Boston the youngsters are ordering up their PBR with a shot just like da old timers yoosta there. Go figure eh? Now brother Jim (who lives in Northeast Minneapolis) says Grain Belt, our Dad's frequent choice, has come out with a beer called "Nordeast".

http://grainbelt.com/beer/grain-belt-nordeast/
 What's old is new.

Vermont Winter

Up in our Vermont house this weekend.  Now this is more like the Minnesota days of old, with knee deep snow and all.  My back doesn't dig the digging out, but it sure is beyootiful.   There is a green Subaru under that pile of snow.  We are adding a dormer on the front and back of the house.  Luckily the guys got it all sealed up before the storm!  DISCLAIMER:  Just so you know, Dody shoveled most of this mess before I arrived.

Well we're havin' a heckuva winter out here in New England. Today it's rainin' like all get out in Boston, up in Vermont their gettin' snow-mageddon or somthing like a snowpocalypse or whatever the heck the latest portmanteau word is. (a portmanteau word is a word that is a blending of two non sequentially related words like spork.) Hey it's right out of Wikipedia {itself a portmanteau word} so it's gotta be correct okay? Anyways as I was sayin' I'm feeling a trifle cheated by not getting the snow. Why is it us Minnesotans always expound about the weather? Aren't there more important discussions like world peace, global warming and Kirstie Alley's weight gain?

All "Tings" Considered

All "Tings" Considered

Wrasslin'

Growing up in the 50's and 60's in the Midwest, we had to invent our own fun. Sometimes it was building a two story snowfort out of the huge drifts in our front yard or jumping off the roof into the seven foot high behemouths behind our house.
My Grandfather Lloyd Kelley used to anticipate Saturday night All Star Wrestling on the tee vee and got all bent out of shape because he thought it was real. Buck Zumhoff, Mad Dog Vachon, Nick Bockwinkel and Bobby The Brain Heenan and of course my favorite and yours; The Crusher

Ya, You Betcha there now.

Yes I grew up in Minnesota, but don't hold that against me, and yes I knew people that spoke that way. Most of them were from "Up Nort." I'm from "The Cities," what they called the Minneapolis - St Paul area. More specifically my youth was spent in and around The Lake; Minnetonka that is; swimmin' holes and fishin' poles. My home town is actually Long Lake, a very distant poor cousin twice removed from the likes of Wayzata, home to the Pillsburys and other bastions of wealth and power. Aye, I was a mere sprout of a lad when I started working for me Dad mowing the lawns and a-planting the flowers for the well ta do, dontcha know. Oops, sorry, there I go mixing me Irish brogue with my Fargo-isms there now.
I have been living in Boston for the last ten years, and they make fun of our accents? I was working for a mason (brick layer type, not secret society type) when I first moved here. He told me to go get the taahhp, I said the top to what?, he said "the taahhp, the taahhp to covahh the cement, its startin' tah rain ya dummy." Oh you mean the tarp? Yeah that's what I said, the tahp.
Well that's enough of my ramblings for now, catch you later, Pat