One year ago today: November 29, 2020, basic, slow, unreliable.
Five years ago today: November 29, 2016, my yard is higher.
Nine years ago today: November 29, 2012, when Coulter was nice.
Random years ago today: November 29, 2007, the trailer, in CAD.
Not a great day, but I did try to find the hobby store that kept topping all searches. Called Hudson’s Hobby, I finally concluded it no longer exists. It’s another Google ghost, a term I coined just now. Here is part of the extended walk for the doggies this morning, all around the power line and it was cold. That’s the big doggie wearing his jacket. Both dogs enjoy being bundled up like that, which has always seemed odd to me.
One of JZ’s relatives has a chest full of silver. My guess is 3,000 ounces. It is the topic because certain sources who have always been dead wrong before are saying silver will triple in price in three months. So will many other prices so at least he won’t lose in the balance. Like myself, he bought the metal back when they said it would hit $200 per ounce, but it has hovered at half its last high price for the past ten years. Even now, it remains under $23 per ounce, hardly worth the cost of replacing itself.
Home Handyman. How can I keep reading that magazine? It has the same articles as it probably did in the 1950s. I got used to just flipping through the handy hints section. That’s it. I notice the subscription versions no longer display the price. Maybe I read that magazine out of habit? I’ll be fair, sometimes they have reviews on new tools and the blooper section is the occasional hoot.
Boat crane.
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Unable to find that hobby store, I opted for the most heavily advertised toy store in the area, called Phil’s. That was an eye-opener, toys have changed considerably. Remember the old adage that you buy the toy not for what it will do, but for what your child will do with it? Judging by Phil’s, you may no longer have that option. Think of the toy store as a large section at Wal*Mart. In my day most toys had at least some inherent use or educational value, and that now seems a bygone concept.
Finally I found the electric train display. It was hokey. That stupid design that had three rails. Now, I’ve seen the Aventura Mall display so I know what I was expecting. Nope, this place had three trains just running around on their own ovals. Talk about low-effort. This lady clerk must have asked me five times if I had any questions, but I didn’t inquire if she knew where there were any decent toy stores. Plus, there was this idiot in the store, one of those goofs who decides you are an interesting person to follow around. If I stood still more than a minute, he suddently developed a fascination with the same shelf and aisle.
Trent has agreed to review the legal documents I expect from the next business venture. The barrier to market entry is what I thought—it takes six months before you get your first “paycheck”. That’s enough to auto-disqualify 2/3 of Americans right there, the payday loan crowd. One characteristic of these on-line biz ops is they hugely stress that you make money now, today, it’s easy, blah-blah. I correctly pegged the drawn-out payback on this one as an excellent way to act on my strengths. I know only too well that the desperate credit-card types could not go that distance.
ADDENDUM
Some random trivia. Gun control laws passed in Massachusettes in 2014 show no change in gun-related crimes. I get a laugh at the people in San Francisco who bought million dollar condoes and the streets outside are homeless tent cities. And I re-issue the same warnings about Meta as I did over the original Facebook. Those people are strangers with every intention of sifting through your personal communications for things they can sell, proscute, or take advantage of.
