While running the other night I met a woman with long dread locks that I've seen working out and at races throughout the year. She keeps them pulled back with a bandanna. She also seems to run to the beat of her own drummer, which is cool. She had been kicking my ass, but on this occasion, I caught and passed her. I figured she must have raced or run long the day before and was just doing a recovery run. Having lived in the Caribbean for 2 and 1/2 years, I was into the dreads. When I passed her I wanted to say, "Hey, Natty Dread" but you never know how folks will react.
Anyway, we met when she caught up to where I was cooling down. I told her about liking the locks and nearly calling her Natty Dread. As she ran off in her tie-dyed Bob Marley T-shirt she said, "If you forget my name, Natty Dread will do."
You've got to like that attitude.
Vivid scenes of everyday winter scenes.
John Little (Canadian, 1928-2024), Rue O'Connell Angle St-Simon, in Disappearing Quebec, 1968. Oil on canvas, 12 x 16 in.
A couple of weeks ago I donated platelets for the first time after years of donating whole blood and plasma. Everything seemed to go just fine until today. I got call asking if I could donate platelets again and the the person leaving the message said, "No, wait there was a problem with the platelets, could you donate whole blood or plasma instead."
That was it. There was no explanation of what the "problem" was. The woman just left me hanging. Come on, you can't leave a message like that without explaining the nature of the "problem."
I shot the Blood Source an E-mail and got a quick response saying that my platelet count was in the normal range, but just too low for donating on their current machines. Fine, in the future you could tell me that right up front instead of leaving me hanging.
To any of you who have yet to vote today, I hope that before you leave your polling place you will take a moment to thank the volunteers who help to make the process possible.
This small shop is closing down and the employees are not the only ones left out in the cold.
Shore and Surf, Nassau - Winslow Homer , 1899.
American, 1836-1910
Watercolor and graphite on off-white wove paper , 14 15/16 x 21 3/8 in. 37.9 x 54.3 cm.
(Did you really think I’d go a year without drawing Morticia and Gomez?)
https://stopproject2025comic.org/
The last train on the last line of greater Los Angeles’ Pacific Electric streetcar network made its last run on April 9, 1961.
Between 1938 and 1950, one company purchased and took over the transit systems of more than 25 American cities.
Their name, National City Lines, sounded innocuous enough, but the list of their investors included General Motors, the Firestone Tire and Rubber Company, Standard Oil of California, Phillips Petroleum, Mack Trucks, and other companies who stood to benefit much more from a future running on gasoline and rubber than on electricity and rails.
National City Lines acquired the Los Angeles Railway in 1945, and within 20 years diesel buses – or indeed private automobiles – would carry all the yellow cars’ former passengers. Does that strike you as a coincidence?
Read the full story.
Photographs: AP (top); Paul Popper/Popperfoto/Getty Images (middle); Dan Chung for the Guardian (bottom)
We lost a good guy.
Today it was learned that Huell Howser died at the age of 67. Huell hosted a couple PBS series that showed interesting parts of California and at first blush his folksy style left me wondering if he was genuine or not. It didn't take long to reach the conclusion that he catch phrase "That's amazing!" was not an act.