Here is the ironing board that the raccoons like to knock over every night, rousting from a sound sleep those of us just on the other side of the wall --that would be Bob and I (diagram that). Those raccon fellows are FAT. Just the guys? I cannot say.

Now, for being "of a certain age" (in her 80s), my mother looks a heck of a lot more with it than I feel, many days. So true. Lake Michgan, September 09.

Cooling Towers

I have become curious about cooling towers: a failed engineer, I?

 

 

Work fashion

Perhaps not for the standard 9 to 5, but how about this work corset inspired by Carhartt Work Clothiing. The elegance of a corset, the durability of a work belt. Go, burning man.

 

The Bay Bridge Opens

Meant to take the ferry this morning, from Jack London to San Francisco. Heading that way by car, a rare experience, I saw a sign that the Bay Bridge was OPEN, earlier than expected. It had been closed since Friday, all of Labor Day weekend, with many things done to it, including a span move and repair to an old something-or-other that cracked. So I jumped on, at 6:30 am, getting to work far too early. But still, quite the traffic treat.

Corn's in Season: Back home again in Indiana, heading for great lake waters. On the way back, on quiet state roads, comes a scene I have never seen in my long life: a tall, flat-bed corn picker moving quickly along the row by the roadside, drawn by five horses, three in back and two in front. Leading was a strong-looking no-nonsense fellow, with two little boys standing alongside, holding on to a vertical bar. There are different lives out there, some in the US minus electricity and oil, by choice. No stopping for a photo, I, perhaps respecting Amish culture.