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HouseNestledInTheRocksRemarkably copter-free, too!

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The problem really is the return trip. In the morning, just get to the station, get the ticket; on you go.

The ride winds through the kind of country that used to be more common here — woods and gardens and small factories that once made whiskey and rye — I imagine some craft brewer will take up residence again someday.

The ride is steady enough for longhand writing and even some sketching — I’ve been on other commuting trains that rocked too much or bumped too often for my handwriting to stay legible — so I get a view _and_ potential dedicated writing time. Kind of awesome…

…until you have to figure out how to get those last 6 miles back from the train station in the absence of the car that dropped you off in the morning.

It’s a bit of a hike, and then you’d best pick the correct bus, lest you get a tour of neighborhoods that… Well it’s not that they’re totally dire. But the detours from where you want to be are constantly emphasized by the on-board announcements of transfer points for buses that could get you back home, if only you had thought to buy a transfer, or if only you were willing to stand on that unlit and somewhat dicey-looking corner to see when that other bus you’d meant to take originally is likely to show up.

The neighborhood tour wasn’t all that bad, and I knew where I was going to end up – just a few blocks from home in a very well-lit and well traveled area.  So, okay.  Maybe I can do this more often.

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Copter copter

Oh, we haven’t done this for a while…

Wouldn’t it be fun if a copter hovering amid the power line could play music?


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An “unfriendly noise”: suspected gunfire, typically followed by sirens


“My God, it’s Detroit, with crabs…”

Word had me laughing out loud as we drove this afternoon [and we completely forgot what we had been looking for].

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Super Puma,
Ditching in the water:
Not supposed to do
Someone’s swearing blue!
And somebody’s career is through.

Okay, so it just seemed filk-worthy…

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phillyfromair08Apparently, TV producers in the UK think Philly is intriguing, terribly dangerous, and worthy of documentary study. May I say that the use of “in the hood” in a BBC news article just sounds wrong?

Link to BBC article

It’s a cool, sunny, post-Thanksgiving morning here in Elsinore. I’m thinking wandering down to the market to see what blandishments the local merchants want to ply me with.

Wondering where the photo is from?  I was flying back from Minneapolis earlier this fall, and while I didn’t get the camera out in time to show an arial view of my old woods, the angle was just right as we flew back over from Jersey to catch the Philly skyline.

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Many of the Elsinoreans are quiet folk. They tend their tomato plants in the front yard, they plant chrysanthemums in the alleyway. Together we retrieve the flotsam left from college students staggering back to their campuses after Thursday night pubcrawls.

And then, there is the raucous revival meeting/episode of Soul Train that happens sporadically, down by the corner of OpenPit and Movie (you get one set of sounds if it’s the beginning of the month, and another at the end of the month, depending on I’m Not Rightly Sure)…. Today the shouting only went on for a few hours, and seemed to be an argument between the Resident and someone standing in the middle of the street, hefting a large rectangular object in one hand.

Eventually, we came to the conclusion that this was a loud encounter of the Jehovah’s Witness kind, which raised the likelihood of the “Bible” guess being correct.

You can argue amongst yourselves about the edition of the good Book which was being waved. Honestly, though, I’d be more civil to someone coming to my front door offering me a Toaster, especially since I would then get to discuss how I earn home appliances [a toaster and a blender so far, thank you very much…]

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Porque CopterCopter?

One of the curious things about life in Elsinore [aside from the total lack of Danish princes] is the range of helicopter species which regularly buzz the area. At least twice a day, there’s some sort metal mosquito hovering around, but we rarely get any news that explains what has happened, or why they had to circle over the house 16 times before rushing off to the next mystery.


Copter, Copter in the sky/Once again we wonder, ‘Why?’

The city is supposed to have a “Rumor Control” hotline, but when I call, the phone just rings and rings. Maybe I’m calling too late? Maybe rumors are only supposed to be controlled during daylight hours?

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