More about Zero-Haliburton cases

check this interesting article

California water rationing

IT NEVER RAINS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
ALBERT HAMMOND



Got on a board a west bound seven forty seven
Didn't think before deciding what to do
All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true.

Seems it never rain in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl, don't they warn ya
It pours man it pours.
Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self respect I'm out of bread
I'm under loved I'm under fed
I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But girl don't they warn ya, it pours, man it pours.

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but don't know which one to take
Please don't tell them how you found me
Don't tell them how you found me give me a break
Give me a break

Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl, don't they warn ya
It pours man it pours

We've had rain, but my parents are still on water rationing here, no they don't live in southern CA, but yes, in CA. Like I said, there's been rain, but not enough...and so they have to use even less water than they used last year when they were here for only 6 months. What to do? Try to save water from the shower like this, and then the water gets reused for obvious purposes.
HINT: urban knowledge claims that water swirls the "opposite" way down the loo south of the equator. I tried checking every time I crossed the equator line many years ago, but I was always perplexed, and still have no clear answer on that.
I found this to be interesting on that subject however...

a picture is worth 1000 words...

To attest to my innocence and the identity of uncle Dick in the alleged money laundering case. We do laundry, but only clean laundry goes into my cases.

This is my dad working on my non expandable Zero Haliburton. The top half was filled by my Brother EP 44 typewriter. The bottom half was for books and toiletries and other important stuff. I'm the other person in the picture, contemplating a homeless future, can't believe it's almost 25 years ago...

This was our dear uncle Dick, we miss him. Also a neighbor kid...anyone from Indiana read this blog? The kid lives there now with his wife and kids...recognize him???

I have a suitcase like this still. My dad helped me to make a safe out of it. He drilled 4 holes in it and gave me bolts and now I can bolt it to the floor under my bed in our apartment. When I lock the case it's a foolproof safe.

a luxury suitcase

Back when I started living out of a suitcase I went out with my parents and an old friend to buy a 24 inch Hartman. It was supposed to be my storage suitcase, where I left winter clothes in the summer and the projects I was going to start after I finishing the current piece of work I was engaged in and lots of other stuff.
The suitcase I was living out of in the mid '80s was an aluminum Haliburton. Another old friend, uncle Dick, helped me customize it by putting an aluminum divider on hinges so I had two separate compartments. Wilson from Happy Camp made wooden dividers for one half so that my books were in the middle safely separated from toiletries. This was necessary because I had the habit of stuffing my case to the absolute limit. One time I had bought a tube of toothpaste, (biggest tube, most for your money is what you do when it's not your money). The pressure was too much and Crest ultra shine came bursting out of the bottom seam of the economy sized tube. I learned how to use refillable squeeze bottles to avoid that problem in the future.
Later I moved away from here where we travel by cars to a place where we only rode trams and buses and trains. I gave the Hallibuton away and got economical lightweight soft side stuff.
I've gone through lots of cheap bags. I looked at them like high gas mileage economy cars. Those bags would have periodic breakdowns and get fixed by luggage repairmen of varying aptitude and attitudes...one of these men advised me to pay a bit more for my luggage in the future.
For example on this bag the handle for the built in wheels snapped, so we had to replace it with a broom handle. I liked that, but would have been better if I weren't a Muggleborn squib.
These are words I took to heart, and yesterday I bought the Mercedes I've never felt I should splurge on...a brand new Briggs and Riley. I was at the outlet malls and got a great deal. Now I feel like one of these elderly folks whose kids are out of the house and can finally enjoy driving a luxury car.

Freezing in Happy Camp this morning

We all had warm cozy beds at Helen's in Happy Camp, except for Max, he was tied down. We couldn't sell him, nobody even tried to steal him! We are almost in an accident because of rubberneckers passing us this evening.

more details...

Max knows that California has olive groves.



I 5 is trafficated.

Old friends meeting at Pennie's diner in Dunsmuir! The sign says "only 2 per booth" we managed to squeeze a few more in.

Backberry ranch on the Klamath River

These kids lost a little sister not so many months ago. We had a sweet time with them, talking and singing hymns, found a baby goat (the kid), and a lamb was born this morning. Dad's packing our picnic now. Too bad mom had to take baby in to "the city" to check if it really is chicken pox or she'd picnic with us too. We hope to see them tomorrow morning with all the rest of the field. If it's chicken pox though, this is good bye til we meet up at Mountain Ranch.

Here is the kid hiding.

This old billy goat made me think about the Hunchback of Notre Dame, his head is deformed, and his eyes were a bit wild, but he was very polite. The kids say he stinks though!

on the way north

I'll write more later....

Friday, April 3, 2009

in response to the comments on the crawdad post...

here is one of the delicious meals my mother fixed us last week.

We like shrimp and crawdads and lobsters on the shell, and we like to peel em out ourselves.  Thank you very much.

my dad is very good at making salads too.

  nothing left but the empty carcasses...

Freedom

Freedom to jump in the car and take off across country!

Freedom to take your Max Headroom strapped to the roof of your car if you want.

America's a great place to be on a home visit!

This is Blake and Max and me as we start out on our epic journey to the north...How far will Max make it on our journey?
And here is sneaky old Louie, trying to get a free ride to the state of Jefferson...

 
The sculpture is one Blake did for art class, is a self portrait of a budding architect, or a man with a house on his mind.

We made it to Oroville this evening, saw Laura here, a nice surprise, sorry we didn't get pictures or her with Max!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Patriots

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