The Internet Is....

The Internet isn't a series of tubes, it's like a really, really big attic, with a giant garage and storage unit thrown in.
Just when you think you've found all of your life on the internet, there's some more.

A long, long, LONG, time ago (about 1971 or so) my brother and sister and I were going to summer day camp in Manhattan, where we lived. We were about 8, 7 and 6 years old. Since the YMCA was across the street from Central Park we had frequent outings there for football, picnics, whatever.

On one of these visits to the park, my brother's group of kids encountered a couple of people, who asked them "Who here is Irish?" (or words to that effect). My brother, of course, spoke right up, and these people took a look at him and gave him a business card and told him to get his parents to call them the next day about being a model for an advertisement.

This is the result:






















It was an advertisement for Newsweek magazine, I guess they were publishing a special issue on thr Northern Irish troubles and wanted a kid who could look like a IRA gunman in training. It appeared in magazines sometime during 1971-72. I don't have an original copy anywhere, which is why I have been periodically looking for one on the internet. And sure enough, today I found one. Sorry about the bad quality.

Anyway, I think my mom took all three of us along to the photo shoot and the photographer for that job was a very nice guy named Alen MacWeeney. Seeing all three of us kids there, he took some polaroids of us in case he could use us for something in the future.
And eventually in 1972 we got a call from Alen and the New York Times asking if we wanted to be in their Fashion for Kids issue for 1973. So all three of us did that. Eventually I will post the story and some pictures, once I find my copy of the magazine I have laying around.

Duck season!... Wabbit season!...

I don't know why I keep posting these pop-up items instead of cleaning up one of the dozens of items I have in my "drafts" folder, but what the hell...

From The Savannah News-Press:

Primitive weapons deer season opens Saturday

October 5, 2009 - 6:16pm

SOCIAL CIRCLE - The week-long primitive weapons deer hunting season begins Saturday, Oct. 10. During primitive weapons season, hunters may use archery equipment (including crossbows), muzzleloading shotguns (20 gauge or larger) and muzzleloading firearms (.44 caliber or larger).

“Our primitive weapons deer season provides hunters the opportunity to hunt with traditional or inline black powder firearms or to continue hunting with archery gear,” said John Bowers, assistant chief of Game Management for the Wildlife Resources Division. [...] "Primitive weapons hunters have a wide variety of options depending on their personal choices and needs without being burdened by complex regulations.”

Now, I don't know about you, but I don't think of this as primitive hunting:





















This is what I call primitive:

So who's with me? We'll sharpen some sticks in the fire, round up our barely domesticated wolves, put on our warmest furs and go git some dinner!

Don't forget, Georgia is where some crazy person found and shot Hogzilla a few years ago... just think how much bacon you could get out of that! I bet the females in the next tribe over would find us very attractive after we brought this back to the cave. (Yes, that is an actual wild hog).

Now that's what I'm talking about....

Granny gets her drink on:

















Looks like it's Okoberfest time again.
I'm not sure how many beers I would get through at $12 a liter, but it looks like it would be fun, especially if you down a few braus und Schweinshaxe and then take all the amusement rides that turn you upside down repeatedly.
6 million people in Munich is probably about the same tourist to resident ratio as the crowd we get at St Patrick's Day in Savannah. Generally a good time for all, unless the weather turns bad and then everyone just turns into mean, cold drunks.