One year ago today: February 27, 2025, another 12 y.o. “genius”.
Five years ago today: February 27, 2021, yet another guitarist.
Nine years ago today: February 27, 2017, “entertainment radio”.
Random years ago today: February 22, 2004, Horst Burkhardt Minkofski.
Am I adapting back to myself? You bet, I’m gaining fast just being able to more around without having to plan each move. Of course, the kids get tons of attention and have figured out I know how to play all their board games. Don’t tell them that is because to little had changed. Here is the eldest, finger-plucking “Ode to Joy”. I have the video of us playing the duet, quite the collector’s item.
Next is a more recent scare, that is, relying on sensors. I will never do that, but he believes back-up, turn, and brake sensors. No matter how many times they let him down or how many close shaves, he still trusts them. I use my back-up camera, but only to guide me out after I have made a shoulder check.
Just plain bad driving habits are a further danger. You know those small left turn lanes along the divided roads in Hollywood? Yes, you can use them to make illegal u-turns and he does. A lot. This morning he miscalculated his turning radius and the passenger tire climbed the far curb and smacked down hard on the axle. It was very lucky not to do the one thing my doctors are most worried about—deploying the air bags. It was this close. I immediately had him drive me to Plantation and get my KIA.
It was plenty early in the day before people got up, so we drove to Hollywood Beach. Have not been there in more that then years. It is now crammed with high-rises. South Florida is famous for apartments with the Hong Kong parking formula. Three-quarters of a spot for each car. Failing a shipwreck of 50 Komatsu dozers, this situation will not change in our lifetimes. Few things spell tacky better than locals holding hand-make parking signs for their front yards. I treated Agt. M to breakfast at Grandpa’s. Remember that used to be the budget sport. Not no more. Two breakfast “specials” cost me $35.
Quad copter blueprints.
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Here’s younger brother at the Thrift. We had to stop to get me some newer house clothes as I lost weight. My guess in six or so pounds—but all off the waist so I ran out of belt notches. As luck has it, these stores are full of comfy old furniture for me to check out. So the brats curled up beside me and we fell asleep. They let us snooze, when I came to some lady thought they were my kids and invited me home for “chicken soup”. This photo has a name, "Thrift Gladiator."
After doing some chasing around, I took off the late afternoon and went to a movie. Remember that weird “pinball” spot off Griffith that was really a kid’s gambling indoctrination racket? It is now a new shopping plaza and sports a Regal Cinema. The kind where you have to either use a phone, or park and go in to find out what is playing. I found a good one, good in the sense of written for movie murder mystery, “How to Make a Killing”. Some illegitimate has to knock out seven relatives to inherit the family billions.
Actually, he succeeds, but his jealous childhood girlfriend is even more ruthless. She gets him convicted for murder of her wimp husband. That’s all you get, for I can recommend this picture show if you ever get as bored as I’ve been lately. Corny and written for the movies, but still worth a watch.
