Highlights from Recent Reading

At suppertime he [Minstral, a poodle] would camp underneath the table in front of me and would down anything I slipped him — meat, fish, pasta, the occasional napkin, even vegetables, including Brussels sprouts. In those days there was a TV show called Lassie, wherein every week a boy named Timmy — who was, with all due respect, an idiot — would get stuck in a well, or fall into some quicksand, or get into some other dire predicament. Then his faithful collie, Lassie, would race back to the farmhouse and bark at Timmy’s parents — who were not themselves rocket scientists (For example, Timmy was eventually replaced by an entirely new boy named Jeff, and they didn’t even notice that.) — until they finally figured out, with some difficulty (“What’s wrong, girl? Are you hungry?”), what Lassie was trying to tell them, even though this happened every single week. So they’d go rescue Timmy, and everybody would praise Lassie for being a hero.

To my  mind, Minstral was way more heroic. Any dog can run around barking. But show me the episode where Lassie eats Timmy’s Brussels sprouts.

from Lessons from Lucy, by Dave Barry

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I’ve been paying into the Social Security system since the French and Indian War, and I want to cash in. Yes, I am aware that Social Security is basically a giant Ponzi scheme, and the we baby boomers, as we retire in vast numbers and start collecting from the system, will be imposing an enormous, unfair and potentially ruinous financial burden on younger generations. I view this as payback for what the younger generations have done to music.

from Lessons from Lucy, by Dave Barry

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You’re only  young once, but you can always be immature.

from Lessons from Lucy, by Dave Barry

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Green Eyes [his wife] is not worried about The Widow wooing me away. And I say: “Why not? I am a decent fellow and can be nice when I put my mind to it.” and she says: “You sit and watch television in your undershirt and scratch your stomach through the most beautiful parts.” And I say: “But how would The Widow know that?” And she says: “Because I told her.”

from The Squirrel Cage, by Douglass Welch

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Francis Galton … was Charles Darwin’s cousin. [He] wrote a popular book called The Art of Travel, which offered explorers practical information such as a formula for determining the trajectory of a charging animal and advice to hire women for expeditions, explaining that they like to carry heavy objects and cost little to feed because they can just lick their fingers while cooking.

from River of the Gods, by Candice Millard

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I have held a lot of different jobs in my life. I was an accountant. I once worked — this is true — for the Illinois State Unemployment Compensation Board, behind the counter. This is true. And at that time we made $60 a week, and the claimants made $55. This is true. This is true. And they only had to come in one day a week. Now, it took me about a week to figure that out. So, I really did get fired and wound up on the other side of the line and only had to come in one day a week.

from SNL sketch, by Bob Newhart

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[Admiral Bull] Halsey was not convinced that the peace would stick — and even if the Japanese government really meant to surrender, there was every reason to expect kamikaze attacks by defiant pilots. In a message that prompted hearty laughter throughout the fleet, he ordered the Hellcat and Corsair pilots to “investigate and shoot down all snoopers — not vindictively, but in a friendly sort of way.”

from Twilight of the Gods, by Ian w. Toll

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From a  1935 Japanese book on motoring directions. It wasn’t meant to be poetry, but was made so when someone added line-breaks.

Beware the Festive Dog

At the rise of the hand,
of policeman, stop rapidly.
Do not pass him by
or otherwise disrespect him.

When a passenger of the foot
hove in sight, tootle the horn trumpet
to him melodiously at first.
If he still obstacles your passage,
tootle him with vigor
and express by word of the mouth
the warning “Hi, Hi!”

Beware the wandering horse
that he shall not take fright
as you pass him.
Do not explode
the exhaust box at him.
Go soothingly by
or stop by the road-side
till he pass away.

Give big space
to the festive dog
that makes sport
in the road-way.
Avoid entanglement of dog
with your wheel-spokes.

Go soothingly on the grease-mud,
as there lurk the skid demon.
Press the brake of the foot
as you roll round the corners
to save the collapse
and tie-up.

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Twenty-five minutes brought us to the Bryson Tower, a white stucco palace with fretted lanterns in the forecourt and tall date palms. The entrance was in an L, up marble steps, through a Moorish archway, and over a lobby that was too big and a carpet that was too blue. Blue Ali Baba oil jars were dotted around, big enough to keep tigers in. There was a desk and a night clerk with one of those mustaches that get stuck under your fingernail.

Degarmo lunged past the desk towards an open elevator beside which a tired old man sat on a stool waiting for a customer. The clerk snapped at Degarmo’s back like a terrier.

“One moment, please. Whom did you wish to see?”

Degarmo spun on his heel and looked at me wonderingly. “Did he say ‘whom’?”

“Yeah, but don’t hit him,” I said. “There is such a word.”

Degarmo licked his lips. “I knew there was,” he said. “I often wondered where they kept it.”

from The Lady in the Lake, by Raymond Chandler

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The Colonel snorted. “It seems to me, my innocents,” he said, “that you have got hold of the wrong end of the stick. You may be fighting a just war, but against the wrong enemy. It isn’t the very rich who are a danger to any country but the ignorant poor. It is the latter who are always trying to pull down the structure and entomb themselves with it, instead of endeavoring to learn how wealth is acquired and following the example. And for that matter, you half-wits,” the Colonel continued, “who is it that supports charities, endows foundations, creates universities, aids hospitals, and makes possible research intended to relieve every human ailment? It is the rich. The world today would be unspeakably ghastly if the philanthropies of the wealthy were to come to an end. You can afford to leave them their toys.

from The Zoo Gang, by Paul Gallico

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A theater critics review of King Lear:

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that some one else was about to play the Ace.

from A Sub-Treasury of American Humor, by E.B. and Katharine White (eds.)

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Proof we need editors:

Crawling about on hands and knees with their red hair often touching, is the only way the two men could have studied the maps, following the Missouri around the great bend to the Rocky Mountains, and then down the Columbia to the Pacific, extending through the archway and under Jefferson’s suspended bed.

from John Colter, by Burton Harris

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Envy was once considered to be one of the seven deadly sins before it became one of the most admired virtues under its new name, “social justice.”

seen online, by Thomas Sowell

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TV is a device that permits people who haven’t anything to do to watch people who can’t do anything.

Fred Allen

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Arkansas Railroad Museum

I didn’t get around to writing this post until almost two years after I visited this place, and I’ve forgotten a lot about my visit. I do recall being fairly impressed at the amount of equipment on display.

The museum is in the original repair shops for the St. Louis Southwestern Railway (SSW), more commonly known as the Cotton Belt Line.

It was a hot day, and most of the building wasn’t air conditioned. The guy who took my money suggested I tour the hot part first and then he’d take me into the display section, which was air conditioned.

There were a few people around, but not many. I was able to go inside many of the cars. The signs and displays that explained things were of varying degrees of helpfulness.

This is SSW #819, built by the Cotton Belt. It was restored and went on occasional excursions until 1993 when the government demanded a complete overhaul.

Cotton Belt 336, built in 1909. It no longer functions, but it looks impressive sitting here.

This car was the hospital kitchen on an Army troop train. It’s since been converted for other uses.

A Pullman sleeper car, I think.

The beast on the right is a snow plow. I’m not sure where it was used, but probably not Arkansas. The caboose on the left was painted a hideous florescent green inside, probably to keep the workers from spending any more time in there than necessary.

I don’t recall much of what was in the display rooms except that it was a glorious jumble of old railroad stuff, some of which was pretty cool. I’d definitely visit again — hopefully when it’s cooler.

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Mammoth Orange Cafe

This restaurant is famous simply because the front of the building is round and painted orange. Inside, it’s just a typical burger joint. You can’t even eat in the round part. I stopped in on my way to Pine Bluff and was neither ecstatic or disappointed.

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Washita Battlefield National Historic Site

We spent Monday night in Elk City, Oklahoma, on old Route 66. In the morning, I left my wife sleeping in the room and drove 30 miles north-northwest to the Washita Battlefield. I arrived shortly before the visitor center opened, so I drove the mile to the actual battlefield and walked the trail.

As the marker says, it was a battle fought between Custer and the 7th Cavalry and the Cheyenne Indians. Many of the Indians had been raiding in Kansas, killing and kidnapping settlers. Since the Indians wouldn’t give up the murderers, and since the warring Indians were mixed in with Indians who claimed to want peace, General Sheridan opted for total war. Custer led his force through a blizzard and attacked the first Cheyenne camp he came upon. It just happened to be led by Black Kettle, who had also been at Sand Creek four years earlier and who had done all he could to promote peace, but he had lost influence over his tribe. There were other villages — Arapaho, Kiowa, and Cheyenne — nearby, filled with warring Indians.

Black Kettle and his wife were killed in the battle, along with about 18 other warriors. About 18 women and children were also killed, mostly by the Osage Indians who accompanied the army as scouts. The U.S. Army lost 22 men, including second-in-command Joel Elliot and his troop of 17 soldiers who pursued Indians toward the other villages, were surrounded, and killed. Custer’s men destroyed the villages and a herd of over 800 Indian horses. Indians from the other villages were threatening, so Custer skedaddled before they attacked. Custer claimed victory, although from a numbers standpoint, it wasn’t much of one, and was considered a hero by many. The battle gave him a reputation as a great Indian fighter.

Anyway, I had the battlefield totally to myself as I walked the trail. Here’s the view from the overlook along the road.

Black Kettle’s camp was set up along the Washita River where the clump of trees is on the left.

A closer view of the camp area, with prayer flags in the tree.

I read a book on the battle shortly after I got home.

I walked through the visitor center museum, bought a few souvenirs, and went back to Elk City for my wife.

We went to the Route 66 museum in Elk City, which turned out to be a bust. There were a few rooms of cars and so forth that were visually impressive but uninformative. Then there were about 15 out buildings filled with local historical society stuff that were a waste of our time. We didn’t even bother with several of them. We passed signs for at least two other Route 66 museums in the next hour or so. At least we only paid $5 each.

We were finally vacationed-out, although we still had six hours to go. We didn’t stop much. My wife took over the driving in Checotah and took us the rest of the way home.

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Bird #601 – Chihuahuan Meadowlark

sturnella (from sturnus, starling, with an added diminutive, so “little starling”) lilianae (after three women named Lilian who were associated in one way or another with ornithologists)

Dallam County, Texas – County Road 1879

Monday, June 24, 2024 – 2:05 pm

On the way home from our trip to visit our daughters and tour Yellowstone, we decided to take the southern route through New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma. I didn’t plan the trip very well, and, while I saw some cool birds, I’m sure I  missed a lot too.

In the morning, we visited Capulin Volcano National Monument. I don’t remember why I suddenly thought about the Chihuahuan Meadolark — I suppose I heard a Western Meadowlark and wondered about this new species, just split from the Eastern Meadowlark a few years ago. I checked eBird and saw that they were seen fairly regularly near the tiny town of Texline, Texas, just east of the New Mexico border along the edge of the Rio Blanca National Grasslands.

I decided to make a side trip on county roads (16 miles vs. 11 miles if we stayed on the highway). It was a hot, windy afternoon, the worst time to see birds, but that was when I was there, so I gave it a shot.

We drove through the farmland/grassland, looking for meadowlarks. And we saw a lot of them. Those that stuck around long enough to give me good looks were Westerns, and so were the ones I heard singing. After about eight miles, we turned south on County Road 1879. By this time I had figured this wasn’t to be my day. I wasn’t driving as slowly as I had been, but I still had my window open to listen, and I was still slowing when I actually saw a meadowlark.

Just after we passed a dirt road called O Bar Lane, I heard a meadowlark song that sounded very like an Eastern Meadowlark. I said, “That’s it!” and stopped the car. I soon heard the song again. But because of the wind and the noise it was making, I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I backed up the car to look at a meadowlark that was perched on a wire along the dirt road and waited for it to sing.

In the meantime, I played the song of both the Western and the Chihuahuan for Sally, and she also distinctly heard both species singing outside. But she thought the Chihuahuan sound was coming from her side of the car and up ahead. She couldn’t figure out why I’d backed up. She was proven right moments later when the bird I was looking at sang a Western song. I pulled forward slowly and saw the Chihuahuan sitting on the bottom strand of a wire fence about 25 yards away. I should have taking a photo through the windshield before I pulled closer to try for a better angle. But I didn’t. The bird flew off low over the field on the west side of the road and disappeared into the grass. When it flew, the tail looked very white, with just a narrow strip of brown down the center. I paid closer attention to the few Westerns we saw after that, and all of them had less white with some brown even on the white feathers.

I played the Chihuahuan song again, and both Sally and I agreed that that’s what we had heard — maybe four times. I was convinced I’d seen my bird.

Later, when we were close to the highway and our birding side trip was about over, I heard a meadowlark make a rattling call unlike the “churt” of the Western, so there may have been a second one.

I’d taken a long shot, and it had paid off. Especially fortunate since this area is in the very northeast corner of its range. But it’s the first lifer in a long time that I haven’t gotten any kind of photo of, and I was also unable to record it because of the wind noise.

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