Over a year ago, a German friend and I discovered a genuine German Beer Garden in, of all places, suburban Sacramento. It is in a strip mall down the street from the Rocklin Mercedes-Benz dealer.
The owner, Katherin, has been open 2 years and has been working her hardest for it to succeed. She has been working doing things that people who have never had a small business can’t understand. Chef quits suddenly? She takes over the cooking duties. Dishwasher sick? She washes the dishes.
She has spent some long hours at times to make this a success.
Published on YouTube September 7, 2011 and shot by a volunteer firefighter.
Also, a tribute from Lex on Heather Lee Smith, a friend of one of our Lexicans
By lex, on September 11th, 2007
Long, and heartrending. Difficult.
At fifteen seconds after 9:41 A.M., on September 11, 2001, a photographer named Richard Drew took a picture of a man falling through the sky — falling through time as well as through space. The picture went all around the world, and then disappeared, as if we willed it away. One of the most famous photographs in human history became an unmarked grave, and the man buried inside its frame — the Falling Man — became the Unknown Soldier in a war whose end we have not yet seen. Richard Drew’s photograph is all we know of him, and yet all we know of him becomes a measure of what we know of ourselves. The picture is his cenotaph, and like the monuments dedicated to the memory of unknown soliders everywhere, it asks that we look at it, and make one simple acknowledgment.
That we have known who the Falling Man is all along.
There are no pictures. But you should nevertheless bear witness, you owe it to yourself.
After all, the Falling Man is you.
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Are November 22, 1963 and September 11th, 2001. I can tell you exactly where I was on both of those dates and what I was doing. On the morning of September 12th, I was walking my dog as normal and I could sense that something was different. It took me a moment, but I realized it was the sky.
It was the absolute quietness of the sky. Not a plane could be seen or heard. The FAA had grounded all civilian air traffic the day before.
Two years later, I visited Manhattan for the first time in my life. Stayed at a little hotel at midtown run by Catholic nuns.
This morning, I was getting an alignment for my car, and a young father and his daughter sat down across from me.
The daughter was 4 – maybe 5, and deeply engrossed in reading a children’s book to herself. She was smiling and reading to herself, almost singing.
I had wanted to take a picture of this, then felt it to be almost intrusive on something so simple and beautiful.
But if it were a painting, Norman Rockwell would have come to mind.
As I left, I told the father what a cute daughter he had, and he smiled and thanked me. You could tell that he was very proud of her.
And I told the daughter that it was a pleasure to have made her acquaintance.
This condition activated the Check Engine Light while driving down the mountain from Sequoia.
It seems that I have one more thing to
milk tell about my recent 3 day trip, and this may help you in the near – or distant – future.
Despite taking obvious preventative measures, when you have a car that is 23 years old….things can happen. That is, unless one is willing to replace every electronic or moving component in the car. Even then, brand new cars have been known to break down on the road. Because while the engineers know what MTBF (Mean Time Between Failure) each component may have, there are statistical deviations between the norm.
My father in Korea, 1950
The other day I was writing about my short trip around California, and I mentioned that:
I view a trip both as an opportunity to see things and drive some good roads. And along the way make a few small discoveries.
I covered the “things” and “good roads”, but I didn’t mention any discoveries.
The B-29 was an amazing aircraft for its day, a complete game changer. More was spent on its development and production than the Manhattan Project.
There was a wonderful book that dealt with the B-29 written by the author of Flags of Our Fathers, James Bradley, called Flyboys. Downfall, recommended by a Lexican, was another good book that went into a lot of detail on the Superfortress.
If you are lucky enough to see one of the 2 flying today, it is still an impressive airplane, 70 years later. I wrote about visiting FiFi a couple of years ago, and posted some pictures.
Filed under History, USAF
These days, because of family responsibilities, there are limited times I can leave. When I can leave, the best trips are the ones where you don’t initially know your destination.
I used an excuse some years ago of my niece’s wedding in Minnesota to drive 7,492 miles around the country. Other than the wedding, I made up the destinations as I went along.
So this week, I had only 3 days.
What to do?