I've blown out a few tires, but never a rim. I always hear people say that rims should be treated as consumables, but I've never had to replace one because of brake wear; replacement because of a pothole-induced unrepairable dent always seems to come first.
Wow. I've always just accepted the wisdom that you need to replace worn rims without considering why. Thanks for showing me what can happen!
Beards on the boys are a must.
"Excessively enthusiastic railfans are sometimes referred to pejoratively as foamers, especially by American rail workers, in reference to the joking notion that they foam at the mouth in their excitement over train operations." [Wikipedia]
Wide-angle lenses tend to create wonderful distortions at the edges of the frame.
What is a foamer?
That poor lady in the niqab doesn't seem happy that you're taking her picture. And her brother appears to have massive feet!
I was lucky that it was timed to easily fit into my regular commute.
I thought about making my way onto this train, but that whole getting-out-of-the-house-early-in-the-morning thing got in the way. I'm glad that the H4's victory lap was well-attended by fans.
Vic, I cannot get the email address to work that is on the bottom: firstname.lastname@example.org
I saw your website with the beautiful photos - they are beautiful. The reason I am writing is that I am the Editor of the Polish Eaglet, journal of the Polish Genealogical Society of Michigan, www.pgsm.org, and writing a story on the Gedris family that settled in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
I will copy the first few paragraphs of the story below. I am trying to determine the ancestral village of the Gedris. The man that gave me some written material has Alzheimers Disease and cannot remember the village. I was wondering if you can aid me?
Clinton twp, MI
The Ideal Furniture Company and the Gedris Family of Grand Rapids, Michigan
By William, Jr. and Harleae Gedris
As I shake the family tree, I find there has been much about my ancestors that I did not know until I traced it back for this story. In the year 1854, George Gedris was born in a small border town , ______________, in Lithuania. His mother had lived across the border in Germany all her life until she had entered a crafts school to learn sewing. Here she met a young man from the neighboring country of Lithuania who had come to study furniture craft and to lean the German language.
Young George grew up in a home where great stress was laid on the ability to read, write, and speak more than one language. His mother, ________, spoke French besides her native German and she, in time, grew to speak Lithuanian like a native. George’s father, _____________, spoke Lithuanian and Russian and his wife taught him to speak German more fluently.
By the time young George was young man, the local government officials had begun to urge him to join the postal and customs service. He took a position in one of the customs houses on the border between Germany and Lithuania. When he left this service to come to America, he was speaking, reading, and writing seven languages.
About the time he left this service, he married Mary Souker and they planned from the moment they were married toward the day when they would come to America. It was certain that they wanted their children to grow up in a free country where they would not be bound to military service. Finally, they decided the time to start had come.
After the meeting, that evening, I was very excited to see that he was toting a suitcase full of old-school LEGO (and instruction books). But in my excitement, I'd neglected to introduce myself to him. So thanks for posting this photo, as I've been wondering who he is.
I don't get it.
In any case, it is not fair to make assumptions about people based on ethnic stereotypes. For all you know, he could be a Sumo wrestler. You just can't tell a book by it's cover. Racism ends with you and me.
I'm glad to see you're raising that kid right!
TO seems to lack good early morning coffee shops that open at 7am...is it just me up at 7am looking for coffee?
Now I kind of hope that the new business retains the 8-11 name and the sign. I really like it. :)
Wow, that sounds pretty cool, William.
We already chatted with the new renters. The way they describe it it's sort of a coffee house with art and performance. It sounds like a little bit of everything. They seemed nice and they complimented the neighbourhood. We, in turn, welcomed them and wished them luck
carlton village is not the junction
If you go to a garden centre, someone should be able to guide you. I have a similar issue with bugs on my grapevine that eat the leaves. I was sold a hippy, non-so-toxic to humans, "natural" tree hugger/birkenstock wearer-approved product that you spray on in early spring. It really mitigates the problem. If I get a chance, I can let you know what it's called. But it might not work on your bugs.
Any solution presented for your peach tree parasite problem. I've got a whole cherry plum tree infested with them and at least one more partially infested, and part of an apple tree. I have not even looked at the other trees. I'm afraid of the potential size of this problem.
Anyway, if you find out what they are please contact me. Contact me even if you don't and I will let you know when I find out.
Thanks for your post!
...and my lunch was delicious too.
I left part of the kugelis uncovered for photographic purposes, so that you could see the embedded bacon and the rest of the texture.
Morning update: It was delicious for breakfast too, of course.
You should be aware that pork fat is better for you than many other animal fats, including beef fat. For this reason, kugelis is "comfort food" mostly to the extent that you can take "comfort" from it being, in actuality, health food.
By the way, why did you skimp on the sour cream? It's a good source of calcium (i.e., also health food).
You could take part in this righteous cause by reporting vandalism promptly. In my neighbourhood, some people have graffiti removal kits which are very effective. You could get a hold of one of these and remove some of the graffiti on your own. That'll teach those little punks! Once they get their kiddie scribbles removed a few times, they'll want to spend their allowance money on something more worthwhile than paint.
Someone should change the name of the initiative from "war on graffiti" to "war on little losers".
Word to the mother.
Yeah, I do treasure those moments. There's alot more to it than just crying and pooping, and it's mostly very fun.
Treasure those commitments of the "small/crying/pooping variety", because they'll be over sooner than you think. I just spent a few days with a couple who have a one year-old and I got a big kick out of it. Your photos are great, but they can wait for the time when your baby becomes a teenager who wants nothing to do with you!