Throughout the 1980's Chrysler Corporation manufactured what they called the K-car. The K cars included the Dodge Aries, Plymouth Reliant, and the second generation Chrysler LeBaron. Looking back at them, they sold well, were fairly reliable but pretty insipid and dull.
Today, to honor the little frogginess in all of us...
...or the lot of frogginess in some of YOU!
I went around the corner to take a picture of the new improved K-car**.
A green New Beetle with the appropriate licence plate
Note the optional equipment - two Kermits looking out the back through the openings in the headrests, and the Kermit head on the antenna.
I wonder if this helps the radio work better?
I bet she listens to "I Love Miss Piggy", It's Not Easy Being Green" and perhaps even "Some Place That's Green".
Frog on the Dash? Check! Frog hanging by the neck? Check! Huh?
What is with the Mickey Mouse on the steering wheel? I don't know - maybe he was a "fling". I don't know what the woman that drives this car looks like. I've spoken to her with her on her "frog phone" a few times - she works at the local newspaper. I half expect to see her dressed as Miss Piggy if and when I ever do meet her.
I am pleased she knows good frog handling technique and uses antibacterial wipes after... well, afterwards.
These little guys watch the car when it's parked at work
I bet all frogs have some degree of Kermit awe or is it Kermit envy?
**As in Alice Kay's dream car :)
Monday, June 30, 2008
Mommy! Mommy!
As of June 30, 2008 at 7:00 AM
Steps: 3,715,849
Miles: 1556.22
Sunday evening I took a short walk on the Schuylkill River bike trail to stretch my legs and I saw a deer wander across the path. This isn't really anything new, so I pretty much just watched it amble across the path and munch some leaves on the edge of the path, finally hopping into the woods as I got nearer. I pulled my camera out in case the deer was still nearby in the woods and whoa...
The Deer was just off the trail and looking directly at me!
I took the picture and smiled. The camera clicking made its ears fly up and the deer started to "twitch" - but it did not run off. I whispered, "see you later" and walked on.
I heard some cloppety cloppety noise behind me and I turned and saw the deer was following me on the trail.
The Deer following only ten feet behind me!
I thought to myself, "Mommy! Mommy, it followed me home! Can I keep it??!?"
Steps: 3,715,849
Miles: 1556.22
Sunday evening I took a short walk on the Schuylkill River bike trail to stretch my legs and I saw a deer wander across the path. This isn't really anything new, so I pretty much just watched it amble across the path and munch some leaves on the edge of the path, finally hopping into the woods as I got nearer. I pulled my camera out in case the deer was still nearby in the woods and whoa...
The Deer was just off the trail and looking directly at me!
I took the picture and smiled. The camera clicking made its ears fly up and the deer started to "twitch" - but it did not run off. I whispered, "see you later" and walked on.
I heard some cloppety cloppety noise behind me and I turned and saw the deer was following me on the trail.
The Deer following only ten feet behind me!
I thought to myself, "Mommy! Mommy, it followed me home! Can I keep it??!?"
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Lansdale, Pennsylvania
The Main Street in the days of the Trolley Line (1938?)
The town in which I work is called Lansdale.
Lansdale is a borough in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, 28 miles northwest of Philadelphia. Early in the twentieth century, its industries included agricultural implement works, a canning factory, foundries, brickyards, a silk mill, and manufacturers of cigars, stoves, shirts, rope, iron drain pipe, and glue.
Today, most of the town is residential in character.
Lansdale was incorporated on August 24, 1872, and was named after Philip Lansdale Fox, chief surveyor for the North Pennsylvania Railroad which later became the property of the Reading Railroad.
Lansdale has a large rail yard smack dab in the middle of it. The Reading Railroad went bankrupt in the 1970's and first Conrail and now, CSX owns the property. My office is just a couple blocks to the left of the base of the water tower. The water tower is a looming presence out my window.
Lansdale Library
The library and the apartments my Grandparents lived in are on the same street and on my daily walk to the Post Office.
Lansdale is home to a Kugel ball, which is a 2,200-pound dark grey granite sphere supported by a very thin film of water pumped from beneath its base.
The Kugel Ball is located in Railroad Plaza, adjacent to the SEPTA R5 Lansdale train station.
Jenkin's Homestead
The region's first inhabitants were Native Americans, followed by European settlers. One of these early pioneers was Jenkin Jenkins, a Welsh immigrant who claimed a large parcel of land as his home. Jenkins is generally accepted as Lansdale's first permanent resident with his 1795 farmhouse the oldest existing structure in the borough.
Since the name of the first area settler was already paid in tribute at nearby Jenkintown, the town was named after the railroad's prominent surveyor.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Mile 1532 - Port Jefferson and Wading River
Long Island lies with its greater length from east to west. The western end is tucked up against the island of Manhattan which forms the heart of downtown New York City. The western end of Long Island has been transformed from rolling hills and swamp land into block after block and row after row of homes - home to the many that commute downtown to work in the vibrant financial, theater, and tourist districts know as Wall Street, Broadway, and Time Square.
Roughly half of Long Island is densely populated, crowded and driving through it, for the outsider, bewildering, hellishly fast paced, replete with rudeness and what I call "clever driver tricks." Stunts such as exits made from the far left lane without signal or brake application, and those maneuvers made by drivers that pretend to forget what the words "Stop", "Yield", and "Merge" actually mean.
In order to fore go the "pleasure" that is named the Long Island Expressway when on the way to the far eastern end of the island to go fishing, the route of choice is to circumvent the Newark NJ - Manhattan - Brooklyn - Queens crowds. We do so by going north through rural mid-west New Jersey and across the Hudson river twenty miles beyond the honking horns. This route brings us to the Long Island Sound, a body of water that is a good twelve to twenty miles across and unbridged.
The remedy? Ferry boat service provided by The Bridgeport & Port Jefferson Steamboat Company
The Ferry Boat P.T. Barnum
We take one of the three nearly brand new (Diesel powered) ferry boats from Bridgeport, Connecticut to Port Jefferson, Long Island, NY.
The voyage is always punctual, relaxing, and on the nice days, sitting on the top deck taking in the sun and sights pure heaven - and our destination, Port Jefferson, is a delightful little town.
Wading River Beach on Long Island Sound
Just a couple miles east of Port Jefferson is the town of Wading River. Wading River was once the end of one of the many Long Island Rail Road branches. The town was also once "in the middle of nowhere". The ever growing human population however has reach this town - and the megalopolis that is "New York City and sprawl" ends about here today. So when we take the ferry, we avoid all but a few miles of the crowds. From here on out (east) Long Island is largely wineries, farmland, and seaports.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Allow Me To Introduce...
As of June 27, 2008 at 7:00 AM
Steps: 3,667,670
Miles: 1535.71
...you to someone I met yesterday, his name is ED.
My name is ED, and no, I'm not a talking horse!
Some of you may remember ED's adopted father, Bill Bixby, who was on TV in a show called "The Courtship Eddie's Father" during 1969-1972. Sadly ED's father passed away in 1993 from prostate cancer (even I hear the twilight zone music).
Anyway, I spoke to ED for quite a while, while resting my feet after having walked seven miles. He was kind of gruff at first but I learned he was really a softy... at heart - he was just annoyed by the fact his face was in the dirt all the time.
ED tells me he does a lot of work for the Conehead race. He is a member of the well known group called "Volunteering Invading Aliens in Grim Remote Areas" where he is hard at work for up to four hours on days when he can take the blues that the work causes him.
He is also a member of the "Coalition of Invading Aliens Living In Space" where he is ready to go hard, at work, when the moment is right, all weekend long.
ED told me we had met before about a week ago while he was volunteering, but after I apologetically told him I didn't remember doing so, he told me he was the OCHA on the far right in OCHA in Solari Negative. I told him I probably didn't remember because he looked so different "back then". He said it was okay, he had no hard feelings against me for not remembering.
It soon would be dark, so I said my "goodbyes" to ED and went home and took a much needed shower.
Steps: 3,667,670
Miles: 1535.71
...you to someone I met yesterday, his name is ED.
My name is ED, and no, I'm not a talking horse!
Some of you may remember ED's adopted father, Bill Bixby, who was on TV in a show called "The Courtship Eddie's Father" during 1969-1972. Sadly ED's father passed away in 1993 from prostate cancer (even I hear the twilight zone music).
Anyway, I spoke to ED for quite a while, while resting my feet after having walked seven miles. He was kind of gruff at first but I learned he was really a softy... at heart - he was just annoyed by the fact his face was in the dirt all the time.
ED tells me he does a lot of work for the Conehead race. He is a member of the well known group called "Volunteering Invading Aliens in Grim Remote Areas" where he is hard at work for up to four hours on days when he can take the blues that the work causes him.
He is also a member of the "Coalition of Invading Aliens Living In Space" where he is ready to go hard, at work, when the moment is right, all weekend long.
ED told me we had met before about a week ago while he was volunteering, but after I apologetically told him I didn't remember doing so, he told me he was the OCHA on the far right in OCHA in Solari Negative. I told him I probably didn't remember because he looked so different "back then". He said it was okay, he had no hard feelings against me for not remembering.
It soon would be dark, so I said my "goodbyes" to ED and went home and took a much needed shower.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
How to Bridge the Distance
I have been pondering for some time how the Internet has brought the whole world into any room that has a computer. Much like the advent of television in the Fifties, its a brave new world (again), one in which people can now see and hear things that happen further and further away any time they should want to.
Television played a large role in "flattening" the accents (that none of you admit to having) and dialects that were far more pronounced and pervasive only a few decades ago in the United States. What changes will the Internet bring?
The Internet has gone a few miles further - and now, I can see (and hear) "English" as it is spoken in Australia, New Zealand, Alaskan First Peoples, Wales, Scotland, England, Chatters / Corkenese, and even the heart of Europe on demand. I find reading "foreign" English entertaining and realize that now is the time to do it. As the world continues to virtually shrink, the nuances and variations of the language will fade away - perhaps for the best for those that are frustrated daily when it comes to communicating - and perhaps its not good at all.
The next frontier will be crossing the "barrier" of other languages - which have been slowly absorbing English words for new to their culture things, which perhaps unfortunately include words like "McDonalds", and "Coke". Some cultures have resisted this - the French immediately come to mind... and other cultures such as the Spanish speaking ones in America are resisting the whole language. English and perhaps Chinese may be the basis of the next generation world language. Who knows.
I've gotten side tracked - what started this chain of mental noise was pondering on how to bridge the "final frontier"... and that is bring the visceral unspoken "words" that a picture or image contains to those that cannot see them and the emotional power of the words that are sung to those that cannot hear them. My last entries have been "overloaded" with images... images that, hopefully, express at least a part of what I wanted to share with those that viewed them.
Nagging me, in the back of my mind was the thought that - this isn't an all-inclusive way to communicate. I have a severe hearing loss - and on days when the Tinnitus (ringing in my ears) flares up, I am the one that is excluded - from the music that others share amongst themselves. I'm not in anyway suggesting that the music stop - I'm only trying to say this is why I am looking for a "bridge"... for those that cannot see.
Some of you have made an effort to include me with the music, telling me the names of the songs and/or the lyrics so that I too, can share in the visceral. For that I am eternally grateful. Now its my turn to build a bridge - and I need to think of a way to do it.
Television played a large role in "flattening" the accents (that none of you admit to having) and dialects that were far more pronounced and pervasive only a few decades ago in the United States. What changes will the Internet bring?
The Internet has gone a few miles further - and now, I can see (and hear) "English" as it is spoken in Australia, New Zealand, Alaskan First Peoples, Wales, Scotland, England, Chatters / Corkenese, and even the heart of Europe on demand. I find reading "foreign" English entertaining and realize that now is the time to do it. As the world continues to virtually shrink, the nuances and variations of the language will fade away - perhaps for the best for those that are frustrated daily when it comes to communicating - and perhaps its not good at all.
The next frontier will be crossing the "barrier" of other languages - which have been slowly absorbing English words for new to their culture things, which perhaps unfortunately include words like "McDonalds", and "Coke". Some cultures have resisted this - the French immediately come to mind... and other cultures such as the Spanish speaking ones in America are resisting the whole language. English and perhaps Chinese may be the basis of the next generation world language. Who knows.
I've gotten side tracked - what started this chain of mental noise was pondering on how to bridge the "final frontier"... and that is bring the visceral unspoken "words" that a picture or image contains to those that cannot see them and the emotional power of the words that are sung to those that cannot hear them. My last entries have been "overloaded" with images... images that, hopefully, express at least a part of what I wanted to share with those that viewed them.
Nagging me, in the back of my mind was the thought that - this isn't an all-inclusive way to communicate. I have a severe hearing loss - and on days when the Tinnitus (ringing in my ears) flares up, I am the one that is excluded - from the music that others share amongst themselves. I'm not in anyway suggesting that the music stop - I'm only trying to say this is why I am looking for a "bridge"... for those that cannot see.
Some of you have made an effort to include me with the music, telling me the names of the songs and/or the lyrics so that I too, can share in the visceral. For that I am eternally grateful. Now its my turn to build a bridge - and I need to think of a way to do it.
Return to the Alien Space Spheres!
As of June 26, 2008 at 7:00 AM
Steps: 3,650,272
Miles: 1528.31
Yesterday, I screwed up some courage and decided to move in closer to the Alien Space Spheres that fascinate me... I moved closer... and closer...
Dare I get... even closer?
Finally, I dared to get no closer...and suddenly a bright light appeared and I nearly jumped out of my skin!!!!
Aaaaaaaagh!!!!!! Get out!!! Get out!!! Run for your life!!!
Silly me, it was just the sun coming out from behind some clouds.
Transfixed, I stared at them... they sort of reminded me of something in a sort of vague way... I stood there and scratched my head awhile... And then it occurred to me what was hiding in the fog on my mind.
The alien had "rolled their eyes" at me.
The alien script near the top of the upright sphere says "Manitowoc Engineering Co." which is located in Manitowoc, Wisconsin.
I still have no idea what these Alien Space Spheres are/were but the company's website says:
The italics are mine... so perhaps these really are alien space ships!
And next time you see an icemaker... perhaps at a motel - make a note of who manufactuered it... it could very well be a "Manitowoc".
Steps: 3,650,272
Miles: 1528.31
Yesterday, I screwed up some courage and decided to move in closer to the Alien Space Spheres that fascinate me... I moved closer... and closer...
Dare I get... even closer?
Finally, I dared to get no closer...and suddenly a bright light appeared and I nearly jumped out of my skin!!!!
Aaaaaaaagh!!!!!! Get out!!! Get out!!! Run for your life!!!
Silly me, it was just the sun coming out from behind some clouds.
Transfixed, I stared at them... they sort of reminded me of something in a sort of vague way... I stood there and scratched my head awhile... And then it occurred to me what was hiding in the fog on my mind.
The alien had "rolled their eyes" at me.
The alien script near the top of the upright sphere says "Manitowoc Engineering Co." which is located in Manitowoc, Wisconsin.
I still have no idea what these Alien Space Spheres are/were but the company's website says:
For more than a century, we’ve been building the cranes that shape and re-shape entire landscapes; the foodservice products that help satisfy hungers and thirsts in countless locations; the ships that move commerce and cultures forward; and the support services that keep it all working. And, around the world, the people of The Manitowoc Company lead the way.
The italics are mine... so perhaps these really are alien space ships!
And next time you see an icemaker... perhaps at a motel - make a note of who manufactuered it... it could very well be a "Manitowoc".
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
The Little People
Being part Irish, I am aware of some of the legends concerning the "little people." Today, on my walk to the Post Office, my skin started to crawl and that Irish 6th-sense alarm went off.
I looked around and ... saw them. In fact, I saw many of them.
In the space of just 3 blocks, I saw 2 angels, a what the heck is it?, a boy and his dog, a silver Buddha, 4 collections of bunnies, 3 collections of ducks, 3 collections of frogs, a frog with an eternity ball, a girl on her bike, 4 leprechauns, a lion, a pelican, a pig with wings, 2 Saint Francis(i?), a tiki, and a truck where the little people were off somewhere for lunch....
The town in which I work is a busy place! But what finally freaked me out completely, was the obelisk landing mooring post... with the welcoming sign.
Aliens Welcomed Here, Poop and All
I looked around and ... saw them. In fact, I saw many of them.
In the space of just 3 blocks, I saw 2 angels, a what the heck is it?, a boy and his dog, a silver Buddha, 4 collections of bunnies, 3 collections of ducks, 3 collections of frogs, a frog with an eternity ball, a girl on her bike, 4 leprechauns, a lion, a pelican, a pig with wings, 2 Saint Francis(i?), a tiki, and a truck where the little people were off somewhere for lunch....
The town in which I work is a busy place! But what finally freaked me out completely, was the obelisk landing mooring post... with the welcoming sign.
Aliens Welcomed Here, Poop and All
Dandelion Break
Yesterday I needed to get away from it all for a bit. So I headed over to the river and walked down the shady Schuylkill River Side Trail.
About a mile down the trail from the parking lot, I encounter the first and only person I would see for about an hour.
I went off the trail and stood on the river bank. The drop off at my feet is about fifteen feet. This is Fatland Ford which I am sure some of you recognize already and some of you are tired of looking at.
After I took this short movie, a squirrel crashed out of tree near me, and I tried to take his / her picture - it looked rather dazed, it seems the branch they were on had broken off. They got up and ran off before I could get a picture.
The river is really low. The brownish red rocks at the bottom of the river are starting to make their appearance. So I turned to take a picture of the "ford" when I spotted a deer walking out into the river.
The movie I took is quite a bit longer - someday I might try to figure out how to edit it.
About a mile down the trail from the parking lot, I encounter the first and only person I would see for about an hour.
I went off the trail and stood on the river bank. The drop off at my feet is about fifteen feet. This is Fatland Ford which I am sure some of you recognize already and some of you are tired of looking at.
After I took this short movie, a squirrel crashed out of tree near me, and I tried to take his / her picture - it looked rather dazed, it seems the branch they were on had broken off. They got up and ran off before I could get a picture.
The river is really low. The brownish red rocks at the bottom of the river are starting to make their appearance. So I turned to take a picture of the "ford" when I spotted a deer walking out into the river.
The movie I took is quite a bit longer - someday I might try to figure out how to edit it.
Sleepy George
As of June 25, 2008 at 7:00 AM
Steps: 3,633,564
Miles: 1521.19
Miles to Connecticut: 62.81
Last year, the town of Chestertown, Maryland celebrated it's 300 birthday.
Chestertown is the home of Washington College. Founded in 1782 under the patronage of George Washington, Washington College was the first college chartered in the new nation. Today it ranks among the nation's top 100 selective liberal arts colleges.
On June 2, 1789, George Washington, first President of the United States of America, came to Washington College to receive an honorary degree. It is the only college to use his name with his approval.
On Saturday, I walked around the town on brick sidewalks and noticed this sign. The sign reads, "Worrells Tavern - Site of the tavern where George Washington dined and lodged on his return from Philadelphia, March 23, 1791, while he was President of the United States of America."
Oh, of course, George Washington slept here.
If you ever get to Chestertown, its worth stopping for a few moments - and walking the old tree lined streets. I stopped in a rare book store and saw a first edition copy of "Misty of Chincoteague". The shop proprietor looked at me like I was going to slip a book in my pocket or something and when I inquired about the price I realized it wasn't anything personal. :)
Rare books are priced well out of my league. This one was $280 and it remained in the store when I walked out.
Steps: 3,633,564
Miles: 1521.19
Miles to Connecticut: 62.81
Last year, the town of Chestertown, Maryland celebrated it's 300 birthday.
Chestertown is the home of Washington College. Founded in 1782 under the patronage of George Washington, Washington College was the first college chartered in the new nation. Today it ranks among the nation's top 100 selective liberal arts colleges.
On June 2, 1789, George Washington, first President of the United States of America, came to Washington College to receive an honorary degree. It is the only college to use his name with his approval.
On Saturday, I walked around the town on brick sidewalks and noticed this sign. The sign reads, "Worrells Tavern - Site of the tavern where George Washington dined and lodged on his return from Philadelphia, March 23, 1791, while he was President of the United States of America."
Oh, of course, George Washington slept here.
If you ever get to Chestertown, its worth stopping for a few moments - and walking the old tree lined streets. I stopped in a rare book store and saw a first edition copy of "Misty of Chincoteague". The shop proprietor looked at me like I was going to slip a book in my pocket or something and when I inquired about the price I realized it wasn't anything personal. :)
Rare books are priced well out of my league. This one was $280 and it remained in the store when I walked out.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
First Tries With Camera
Roses from my backyard
I think I just got a little too close - not being used to having a zoom function. I'm going try this shot again and step back a little bit. If that doesn't do the trick, there is a setting on the camera for "Flowers" I'll try.
Horse Hitching Post
The town I work in has a number of homes with hitching posts out front. I don't think I have ever since a horse in town - except maybe during a parade and even then, I don't remember ever seeing one!
Another Hitching Post
There are actually three or four of these hitching posts made from solid memorial grade rock. I started laughing at myself while taking the picture thinking well... is the thinking behind these hitching posts, whatever it might be, "better or worse" than eternity balls?
My Grandparent's Apartment (first floor, left)
My mother's parents moved into town after my Grandmother had a stroke and my Grandfather needed some help caring for her. I went with my mom a bunch of times to visit. It was a lot nicer place back then - 30 years has taken its toll on the building. I see the place nearly every day now, as its on the way when I walk the company mail over to the post office.
The Bottle Tree Guardian
This fierce looking beasty was guarding the bottle tree today. :) Such a face. I kept my hands in view and made sure it understood I had no intention of taking a bottle home with me.
New Toy
Today I got a new toy - a camera I can slip into my pocket to carry while I am walking. This camera should take better pictures of those critters for which I am always on the lookout. Styxyladiums, Orange Coneheads, Cement Headed Door Watchers, Green Boxies... they won't escape this roving photojournalist any longer. Oops... where'd did my new camera go?
Ah, the Pointy-Haired Boss borrowed it! I see he is taking a picture of Little Iggy who is transfixed - by a picture of Kero!
Say OHCAAAAAAA!!!
Its going to take a some time and practice - this little camera is smaller than my cell phone, but the menus I've looked out must contain a ...well, a gazillion options! Heck, I'm even going to have to read the gosh durn manual.
Ah, the Pointy-Haired Boss borrowed it! I see he is taking a picture of Little Iggy who is transfixed - by a picture of Kero!
Say OHCAAAAAAA!!!
Its going to take a some time and practice - this little camera is smaller than my cell phone, but the menus I've looked out must contain a ...well, a gazillion options! Heck, I'm even going to have to read the gosh durn manual.
Corolla, NC
As of June 24, 2008 at 7:00 AM
Steps: 3,615,084
Miles: 1513.32
The Virtual Walker is making a side trip by special request!
Corolla is a community located in Currituck County, North Carolina, along the northern Outer Banks. It has a permanent population of about 500 people and about 119 wild Spanish Mustangs.
Corolla is primarily a summer community. In fact, many of the houses are built with 6-8 bedrooms making this location a favorite for multi-family vacations or reunions.
Many outsiders erroneously pronounce Corolla the same as they pronounce the name of the car, the Toyota Corolla, where the second syllable sounds like 'roe'. However, residents pronounce the second syllable like 'all'.
The Currituck National Wildlife Refuge is located on the north end of Corolla Island. Here endangered plants, wild boar and Corolla's famous wild horses have a safe 1,800 acre haven.
The history of the wild horses living on the Currituck Outer Banks begins more than 400 years ago. In the early 1500s, Spaniards explored coastal North Carolina. They brought with them horses that were raised in the Spanish colonies which are now Puerto Rico. Originating from Spanish and Portuguese Barb stock, these choice mounts were bred for their stamina, size, temperament, ease of gait, longevity and their ability to survive and work in a sandy, harsh environment.
Along with other livestock including cattle, sheep and pigs, the horses were transported by being harnessed on the decks of Spanish ships. Because of the lack of deep harbors in North Carolina, some of the livestock made the final leg of the journey by swimming ashore.
The horses found here were presumably destined for Sir Walter Raleigh's colony on Roanoke Island some time during the years 1584-1590.
Today, the horses are protected by the United States government (after a fashion) and by the Corolla Wild Horse Fund - volunteers that donate time, money, and care.
Information Source
Corolla is also home to the Currituck Beach Lighthouse.
Photosource
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On December 1, 1875 the Currituck Beach Light was completed, located between Cape Henry Light and Bodie Island. Unlike its fellows (which include the famous Cape Hatteras Lighthouse), Currituck Beach Light wasn't painted, leaving its brick facade visible.
LIGHTHOUSE FACTS
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Number of steps: 214
Height to focal plane of lens: 158 feet
Height to top of roof: 162 feet
Number of bricks: Approximately one million
Thickness of wall at base: 5 feet 8 inches
Thickness of wall at parapet: 3 feet
Information Source
Steps: 3,615,084
Miles: 1513.32
The Virtual Walker is making a side trip by special request!
Corolla is a community located in Currituck County, North Carolina, along the northern Outer Banks. It has a permanent population of about 500 people and about 119 wild Spanish Mustangs.
Corolla is primarily a summer community. In fact, many of the houses are built with 6-8 bedrooms making this location a favorite for multi-family vacations or reunions.
Many outsiders erroneously pronounce Corolla the same as they pronounce the name of the car, the Toyota Corolla, where the second syllable sounds like 'roe'. However, residents pronounce the second syllable like 'all'.
The Currituck National Wildlife Refuge is located on the north end of Corolla Island. Here endangered plants, wild boar and Corolla's famous wild horses have a safe 1,800 acre haven.
The history of the wild horses living on the Currituck Outer Banks begins more than 400 years ago. In the early 1500s, Spaniards explored coastal North Carolina. They brought with them horses that were raised in the Spanish colonies which are now Puerto Rico. Originating from Spanish and Portuguese Barb stock, these choice mounts were bred for their stamina, size, temperament, ease of gait, longevity and their ability to survive and work in a sandy, harsh environment.
Along with other livestock including cattle, sheep and pigs, the horses were transported by being harnessed on the decks of Spanish ships. Because of the lack of deep harbors in North Carolina, some of the livestock made the final leg of the journey by swimming ashore.
The horses found here were presumably destined for Sir Walter Raleigh's colony on Roanoke Island some time during the years 1584-1590.
Today, the horses are protected by the United States government (after a fashion) and by the Corolla Wild Horse Fund - volunteers that donate time, money, and care.
Information Source
Corolla is also home to the Currituck Beach Lighthouse.
Photosource
Photosource
On December 1, 1875 the Currituck Beach Light was completed, located between Cape Henry Light and Bodie Island. Unlike its fellows (which include the famous Cape Hatteras Lighthouse), Currituck Beach Light wasn't painted, leaving its brick facade visible.
LIGHTHOUSE FACTS
================
Number of steps: 214
Height to focal plane of lens: 158 feet
Height to top of roof: 162 feet
Number of bricks: Approximately one million
Thickness of wall at base: 5 feet 8 inches
Thickness of wall at parapet: 3 feet
Information Source
Monday, June 23, 2008
George Carlin
George Carlin, died Sunday at the age of 71. He leaves behind a series of memorable routines and jokes.
Carlin, who had a history of heart trouble, went into St. John's Health Center in Santa Monica on Sunday afternoon complaining of chest pain and died of heart failure later that evening.
Some of George's work:
When cheese gets it's picture taken, what does it say?
When someone asks you, A penny for your thoughts, and you put your two cents in, what happens to the other penny?
I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks so I wondered, what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?
Is a vegetarian permitted to eat animal crackers?
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.
Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
Why do croutons come in airtight packages? It's just stale bread to begin with.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?
Women like silent men, they think they're listening.
Why is the man (or woman) who invests all your money called a broker?
The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.
Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.
-- Thanks for all the laughs, George --
A Monday Morning Not Spent In Paradise
The Gettysburg Address is the most famous speech of U.S. President Abraham Lincoln and one of the most quoted speeches in United States history. It was delivered at the dedication of the Soldiers' National Cemetery in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, on the afternoon of Thursday, November 19, 1863. It began:
"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal."
271 words. Simple and plain words that have been remembered for 145 years and memorized by uncounted people.
Words can be tremendously powerful - they can inspire men and women to seemingly super-human efforts, witness those that recently plied sand bag after sand bag on the levees in the Midwest, the words that drove them were probably very simple, words like "please help" and "next time it could be your home at stake".
Or words can destroy in an instant, what has taken years of sweat and tears to build.
The few words in Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address made an impact on our world all out of proportion of their number.
Honest Abe - obviously, was quite capable of expressing himself.
He knew very well the power of the written and spoken word. In the crisis of the American Civil war, he was constantly frustrated and infuriated by others - others that didn't do what they said, or didn't do what they were ordered to do, or simply by others that despised him for being who he appeared to be and not for what he truly was.
Abraham Lincoln wrote many letters, in the heat of the moment, saying awful things that expressed his frustrations and fury. Before those letters found their way into the hands of the mailman - and later into the hands to whom they addressed, Abraham Lincoln would tuck them in his pocket, and carry the letter around for a day or two...and when the heat of the moment passed - he would take it out of his pocket, chuckle to himself over what he had wrote, and tear them up and throw them away.
Something I'm going to think about.
I've been chatting with people for more years than I care to count. I've seen people come and go - some leaving in frustration and some in fury and some just leave without a word.
I've said some unfortunate things in the past - and have suffered badly the consequences. I've tried to overcome the bitter feelings I've caused, both inside of me, and in others. It's a work in progress though and each day, if I am lucky, I can chip away a small portion of the hurt I caused - maybe in time, I will restore what was - but if not, I need for my own sake, to know that I tried - there is no magic wand that restores trust and none that unsays words already spoken.
After causing trouble and hard feelings, I've learned to try to not say what I couldn't follow up on - and eventually have reached a place where I say very little of real substance at all - its hard to be "friends" when you are this way though.
I've seen entire chat places come and go. I've seen how their owners sweat and toil in an effort to bring people to their places - and I've seen them self-destruct in minutes.
Words - I think the old adage "sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me" is...so very wrong. I suppose that what is meant is that somehow we are to "not let words ever hurt us" by ignoring them or something. I don't know, it takes a special kind of person to do that, and I know some people that can, but I'm not one of them for all my trying to be.
I need to get some work done this morning - but I know I will repeatedly return to this - and mull it over some more.
"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal."
271 words. Simple and plain words that have been remembered for 145 years and memorized by uncounted people.
Words can be tremendously powerful - they can inspire men and women to seemingly super-human efforts, witness those that recently plied sand bag after sand bag on the levees in the Midwest, the words that drove them were probably very simple, words like "please help" and "next time it could be your home at stake".
Or words can destroy in an instant, what has taken years of sweat and tears to build.
The few words in Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address made an impact on our world all out of proportion of their number.
Honest Abe - obviously, was quite capable of expressing himself.
He knew very well the power of the written and spoken word. In the crisis of the American Civil war, he was constantly frustrated and infuriated by others - others that didn't do what they said, or didn't do what they were ordered to do, or simply by others that despised him for being who he appeared to be and not for what he truly was.
Abraham Lincoln wrote many letters, in the heat of the moment, saying awful things that expressed his frustrations and fury. Before those letters found their way into the hands of the mailman - and later into the hands to whom they addressed, Abraham Lincoln would tuck them in his pocket, and carry the letter around for a day or two...and when the heat of the moment passed - he would take it out of his pocket, chuckle to himself over what he had wrote, and tear them up and throw them away.
Something I'm going to think about.
I've been chatting with people for more years than I care to count. I've seen people come and go - some leaving in frustration and some in fury and some just leave without a word.
I've said some unfortunate things in the past - and have suffered badly the consequences. I've tried to overcome the bitter feelings I've caused, both inside of me, and in others. It's a work in progress though and each day, if I am lucky, I can chip away a small portion of the hurt I caused - maybe in time, I will restore what was - but if not, I need for my own sake, to know that I tried - there is no magic wand that restores trust and none that unsays words already spoken.
After causing trouble and hard feelings, I've learned to try to not say what I couldn't follow up on - and eventually have reached a place where I say very little of real substance at all - its hard to be "friends" when you are this way though.
I've seen entire chat places come and go. I've seen how their owners sweat and toil in an effort to bring people to their places - and I've seen them self-destruct in minutes.
Words - I think the old adage "sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me" is...so very wrong. I suppose that what is meant is that somehow we are to "not let words ever hurt us" by ignoring them or something. I don't know, it takes a special kind of person to do that, and I know some people that can, but I'm not one of them for all my trying to be.
I need to get some work done this morning - but I know I will repeatedly return to this - and mull it over some more.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Mile 1507 - Amityville, NY
On November 13, 1974, police discovered six members of the DeFeo family -- father, mother and four of their five children -- shot and killed execution style at 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville, New York.
By 1977, the DeFeo home would be the center of a haunted house story when a runaway bestseller titled The Amityville Horror, written by Jay Anson, took the nation by storm.
According to the story, Father Mancusco arrived to bless the family's new home on the same day they moved into it. While the Lutzes unloaded their rented moving van, the Catholic priest entered the house and began his ritual blessing alone. He made his way upstairs to the second floor and entered the northeast bedroom, which had been Marc and John DeFeos’ room.
As he sprinkled holy water around the room and recited a prayer, he heard a loud male voice allegedly say, “Get out!” Although the priest supposedly did not tell the family about the voice, he did warn them about the room, saying, “Don’t use it as a bedroom. Don’t let anyone sleep in there.” The Lutzes followed the priest's advice, turning the room into a sewing room.
Purportedly, things worsened over the next few weeks. From the stench of bile to the smell of cheap perfume, the family became increasingly perplexed by the mysterious odors that would emanate from different locations of the house. Black stains appeared on the toilets and could not be lifted even with Clorox. Green slime ran down walls, although there appeared to be no reason or source. Hundreds of flies appeared in the sewing room despite it being the dead of winter...
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The Virtual Walker, while he doesn't believe in a lot of things, he does believe that there are a lot of mysterious things "going on 'out there'" that he doesn't know or understand, is going to walk a little bit faster for a little while.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
The Long Island Railroad
The Long Island Rail Road or LIRR is a railroad that serves the length of Long Island, New York. It is the busiest commuter railroad in the United States, and the oldest railroad still operating under its original name.
The LIRR's has its roots back to 1832 as the Brooklyn and Jamaica Railroad, which built a ten mile stretch of track between Brooklyn and Jamaica. The Long Island Rail Road itself was founded in 1834, leasing the track laid down by the B&J and building its own.
The original plan was not as a local service to serve Long Island, but rather a quicker route from Boston to New York. Trains would run from Boston to Stonington, Connecticut, where the passengers would cross by ferry to Long Island. They would then ride on the LIRR to Fulton Street in Brooklyn, and finally cross by ferry to New York. The reason for this rather complicated plan was the impossibility, at the time, of building a railroad through southern Connecticut.
The LIRR thus built its original tracks running straight down the middle of the island (the pink-purple line on the map), which was largely uninhabited at the time, rather than serving the existing Long Island communities. This route was chosen as the most direct way to travel to New York.
The Island-long route was completed in 1844 and at first was highly successful. However, in 1849, just 5 years later, the New York and New Haven Railroad opened through the 'impassable' country of southern Connecticut, and a direct overland route from New York to Boston now existed. The LIRR's reason for existence was gone.
The only remaining business was to serve Long Island itself, something the railroad was not built to do. Efforts were made to build branches to the small Long Island communities. In 1850 only one such branch existed, but more were built, as well as a number of other railroad companies' branches which were later absorbed into the LIRR.
In 1901 the Pennsylvania Railroad acquired the Long Island Rail Road and went about a program of improvements. The PRR had long desired a station on Manhattan Island itself, instead of in Jersey City, so they built the Pennsylvania Station, with tracks oriented east-west, and dug two sets of tunnels, one under the Hudson River to connect the new station with the Pennsylvania Railroad network, and another set under the East River to connect with the Long Island Rail Road.
Pennsylvania Station is under the famous Madison Square Garden building. This station is now used by Amtrak with its Acela, speeding its way from Boston to Washington DC, as well as by the LIRR commuters AND New Jersey Transit commuters.
After the Second World War, the LIRR subsidiary became a financial burden on the Pennsylvania Railroad, and eventually became bankrupt. It was purchased by the State of New York and now run by the New York Metropolitan Transportation Authority.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Fatland Ford
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