It's another rainy Memorial Day

Well, its raining in Maryland for Memorial Day.  It's been raining every day this month, save one or two.  Honest to God I feel like we're living in Newcastle on Tyne, moist, humid, cool.

I half expect Vera Stanhope to come a knocking at the door to ask me some questions and offer me "a cuppa, pet?"  If she does, I didn't do it.

The block is gathering together for a little cookout.  Nothing fancy, but it with what going on, it'll be more cook-in than out.

Spending my Memorial Day working on Cemetery records.  It seems that we have found a cemetery in the Ohio where records were not kept, it's fallen into disrepair and some families moved out the kin but left the stones.  This is creating all manner of problems with submissions for societies, Find A Grave and the like.

So my memorial day will actually be spent working with the records of the dead, wondering who they were, where they are and if any of their descendants is thinking of them.

OH!  I forgot, there is an homage to the most frightening of hot dog dishes, the Frankfurter Crown Roast over at Krab with a K.  Seemed most fitting for that site.

Have a good and safe weekend.

Krab with a K

Because I have too much to do, and I need another blog to maintain, moderate, be involved with like I need another hole in my head, I have created "Krab with a K", which is a place for me to deposit my bitterness about Baltimore, and living here.

What can I say.  Seriously.

Quite a lot, evidently.

Krab with a K

Perfection

Look at her.

Just look.

She has so much going for her that you fail to notice the 1960 Dodge Dart Phoenix, the 1966 Olds Cutlass, and the 1960 Cadillac.

Why?

She is perfection.  And she is there to make an entrance.

Dicky has a problem

Dicky has a problem.  His pocket was bulging with lollipops.  But that's not the real problem.  The real problem is:

1) Dicky stole the lollipops.

2) Dicky is headed towards a bad case of "The Sugar".

3) Dicky still had a pocket bulging with lollipops when he was 60 and driving a creepy white van.

4) His friend Peter's "Mom shorts".

Discuss.

We have returned from The Ohio's

So we are home from our latest trip to The Ohio's.

The project that had lead me to the brink of insanity, teetering over the edge of despair, has been delivered safe and sound into the hands of my cousin.  For the first time since last summer - I am project FREE.

I was, again, shocked to find Columbus, the city where I had lived for 30 years, has changed beyond all imagination.  Sometimes for the good.

Mostly not for the best.

But there is major construction going on, everywhere.  Everything is being widened, elevated, exploited.   Ohio State is the worst of them.  What used to be a University with endless fields for agricultural research is becoming as congested as the main campus.

There are hipsters everywhere, and they are all living in these cheap, banal, mid-rise wooden structured apartment buildings that seem to spring up like Lesser Celadon and mated to concrete parking garages that grow like Bitter Watercress.

The major downside to this is that the city is becoming cluttered with the bland.

And there is even a news source, Columbus Underground, that has become nothing but a pimp for developers, publishing one sided pro development stories.

I am beginning to better understand Chrissy Hynde's song, My City Was Gone, a bit better.

The roads were good and the new Prius delivered good mileage.

But I have found that the trip seems to take longer because I tend to stop more frequently to stretch my legs and walk around a bit more.  Two and three hours behind the wheel tend to make my joints ache.   So I am hunkering down for a couple days of rest before the invasion of the in laws commences, on this coming Thursday.

You are getting old, Cookie.  And life goes on with you, and without you being there, too.