Sunday, December 28, 2025

Gotta Love...


...small town newspapers.

That's the front page of Karen's hometown gazette.

I can pretty much guarantee neither Mr. Lamb nor his staff are getting rich off the publication of The Presque Isle Advance.

And there are those who dismiss the entire enterprise as a doomed, misguided attempt to cling to the past.  (Did you notice?  They've been publishing since 1878.)

Who reads newspapers anymore?


Not today's army of cell phone zombies, obviously.

But Karen does, at least that one.  And I do, too.

One of my happiest times of the week used to be Sunday afternoons spent reading the Sunday paper, front to back...


...and especially the comics.


My sons received many Christmas gifts wrapped in color comics newsprint back in the day.

And when I was videotaping my sons' sporting events I included newspaper clippings from local papers when creating highlight videos of their seasons.

Imagine that...actual journalism happening on the local level instead of curated, homogenous AP drivel disseminated nationally.

Reading newspapers equated to happy hours spent engaging my mind in the real analog world, using my God given senses of sight, hearing, smell and touch.

Taste, too, now that I think of it...those were good cups of coffee enjoyed in the pursuit of local, national and world news.

There's no question the world is a poorer place for the passing of the newsprint era.


I can tell you one thing for sure: Mr. Lamb and staff aren't kowtowing to the woke mafia nor compromising their beliefs on the altar of the almighty dollar.

And they haven't bought into the lie that technological advancement is the same thing as progress.

Have you?



With Christmas in the rearview...


...'twill soon be time 
for the sad task of de-decorating.

But as Karen knows, it's also a pretty good time for deals on Christmas decor, like the nativity figurines above...a Hobby Lobby find.

The matching stable was out of stock, so Karen bought a plant stand in the form of a small rustic chair...a little work with a rip saw and some brown twine and voila! 

A complete Nativity scene for a fraction of it's original price, and it wasn't even from Aldi!


I know...I'm scared, too.

In the "sad sack" department, the Lions officially eliminated themselves from the playoffs this year.

When you turn the ball over to your opponent six times...


...that's a pretty good indicator there's a loss in your immediate future.

I guess this means these guys...


...are still secure on their perch as the last Lions team to win it all.

1957 was an interesting year.

Eisenhower began his 2nd terms as prez:


Wham-O's Frisbees took the toy world by storm:

don't blame me...it was their ad

The Incredible Shrinking Man was a Sci-Fi movie hit:

never own a pet that would eat you if it could

The King of Rock and Roll purchased Graceland for his parents:

Elvis paid $102,500 for the iconic mansion...about $1.2 million in today's dollars

A couple of English lads named John and Paul met at a church fete in Liverpool and Rock and Roll changed forever:


The Mick slugged his 200th home run (of 536 total in his career) during a game against the Detroit Tigers:

"the glory of young men is their strength" (Proverbs 20:29)

Renowned Democrat racist Strom Thurmond filibustered against the Civil Rights Act, speaking for 24 hours on the Senate floor:

his racist rant was futile; the Civil Rights Act was passed

The Soviets delivered a gut punch to our national psyche and pride, launching Sputnik - the first man made satellite to orbit the earth - and the Space Race was on:


The "Mighty Mac" bridge opened, connecting Michigan's Upper and Lower Peninsulas for the first time:

when first opened, it was hailed as "the world's longest suspension bridge between anchorages"

And best of all, our beloved Lions won <the whole shootin' match> on my 1st birthday (thanks, guys!), December 29th, 1957:

The Browns were the NFL's elite team with rookie sensation Jim Brown, but the Lions laid a whoopin' on 'em, 59-14 at Briggs Stadium in Detroit

At the time I was living in Texas and my Dad was a Tom Landry Dallas Cowboys fan, but still...

As Lions fans have been saying for the past 67 years - c'mon, say it with me - "Just wait 'til next year!"

And speaking of Texas, let's 23 Skidoo y'all:

what kind of people dress up their Christmas spirits?

we were down 1 for Karen's crew, but made up for it in the 2nd wave when my side stormed the place

a young buck helping himself to our birdseed

the rains have set in, obliterating all signs of Christmas snow; but never fear...

...winter returns with a vengeance tomorrow


With the New Year just ahead, it's natural to reflect on past events and plan for the future.

As we do, we should keep in mind what the Apostle Paul told the believers in the church at Philippi:

"13  Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended; but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,

"14  I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."

    - Philippians 3:13,14

later, mcm fans...


Wednesday, December 24, 2025

It's Christmas Eve...


...and all is calm...downright sedate in fact.

But years ago, 'twasn't so...


...five sons made sure of that.


We trimmed the tree...


...while carols played, admiring Christmas lights.

We read about St. Nick's big trip...


...around the world that night.


We marveled as three Christmas Ghosts...

































...gave Scrooge an awful fright.

And cheered his reformation,


O what a joyful sight!


Then off to bed if not to sleep...


...not much rest sublime.


I'd do it all again tonight...


...could I travel back in time.


But time and tide, so Chaucer wrote,


...for no man tarry they.


And now my sons, once little boys,


...have grown and moved away.


It's true this night has changed a bit,


...much calmer than before.


But now - as then - we celebrate...


...the advent of our Lord.



11  For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

    - Luke 2:11

Merry Christmas, mcm fans...


Sunday, December 21, 2025

Just In Time For Christmas...

 
...a shiny new <Camp Snap 8> video camera. 

Made to look like the old super-8 hand held movie cameras of the '80s and '90s, it's actually a very simple point and shoot digital movie camera.


Believe it or not, this isn't my toy...


...but rather something Karen insisted on.

It takes decent video and audio, easily downloaded to your phone or pc:


No special lighting; it was early morning and I just turned it on pressed the trigger for 15 or 20 seconds.

Lots of reviews on line, most very positive for its simplicity and nostalgic look and feel.

In my world it would be perfect if they made a shoulder mounted version that mimicked the full size VHS camcorders I used...


...when videotaping all my sons' sporting events 30 years ago.

I suspect this will get some use at our upcoming Christmas night get together with family.

More to come.


In the Rip Roaring Great News department, today is the winter solstice...

if those stones could sing, they'd warble that old standby, "nobody knows the crazies I've seen"

...when we celebrate the official start of winter, while maintaining a judicious distance from all the looney toons who celebrate the official start of winter.

Is that confusing?

Allow me to explain:

Today is the shortest day / longest night of the year, which 'round these parts translates as 9 hours and 1 minute of daylight, and 14 hours and 59 minutes of night.


That means from now on the days will be getting longer!

If that doesn't merit a resounding Woo-hoo! I'll be a <yellow-bellied sapsucker>'s uncle (granting the monkeys a well-earned literary day off here).

Eagerly counting down the <days until Spring>...


In spite of Ol' Man Winter's early shenanigans...


...
we're headed for a green Christmas after all:


Not exactly sunny and warm, but still beats snow and ice.

Well, unless you like to do any of these things...


...in which case you have my sincere sympathy.

Not, however, my empathy because I'd rather do this...

another adventure in the Vale Of Everlasting Sorrows

...than that any day of the week.



This week's version of Twenty Three Skidoo has been canceled due to lack of interest.

feedin' time at the I'm-OK-You-Not-So-Much Corral


the genius of Watterson

What the heck?
How did those get in here?


Anyway, we're moving directly to the <farewell and adieu Spanish ladies> segment...


...where Captain Q bids his favorite mate a pleasant journey into shark infested waters.

Here's one that's a bit more sincere and well-meaning:

24  The LORD bless thee and keep thee:

25  The LORD make His face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:

26  The LORD lift up His countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.

    - Numbers 6:24-26

later, mcm fans...