Random Thoughts on Friday

 I have been watching the great youtube channel, "FatalBreakdown" lately.  Check it out when you have a moment.  They do very well-done video reconstructions of situations where people get trapped in caves.

The stories involve a lot of getting trapped in tight spaces, water, not being prepared for an adventure in a wild cave, etc.

I do love caves.  You know, mostly the well-developed, tourist type stops with a ticket office and gift shop.

Being trapped in a tight squeeze passage is a legitimate fear.  

I watched a video of four young people swimming through a wild underwater cave.  It involved swimming through a small passage to get to a cave.  All four ended up drowning.

I mentioned Floyd Collins in my book, and if you are not aware of the strange story of Floyd, look it up.  He was searching for a cave to develop and hopefully make money on- opening it up for tourists.  Different sources have different measurements, but he was at least 60 feet underground, and probably 150 feet plus from the opening.

Floyd got trapped and died a slow death underground.  When I tell people about Floyd I stress that, he wasn't in a nice, spacious cave that most of us think of (again, ticket booth and gift shop).  He was pretty much crawling and wiggling through a hole underground.

Getting trapped like that, to me, is the ultimate stuff of nightmares.

James Merle Wilson

 

My father passed away several years ago now.  He was a Vietnam veteran and made it out alive. We enjoyed a lot of time together, and I am grateful for that.   

When I go back to the area where I grew up, I always visit the grave of his friend, James Merle Wilson who was killed in action in 1967.  His lifetime and mine did not intersect directly.

I did know his mom who passed away many years ago.

He is buried in Mt. Zion Cemetery in Owensboro Kentucky (the Windy Hollow area).

I would love to hear from anyone with a connection to him.

Old West Point New York Postcards

I found these postcards recently, showing cadets at West Point.  They are blank, and undated on the back.

 

Random Thoughts on Friday

 I was on a road trip recently....  It was a nice one, in a very rural area.

I stopped at a business.  It was a small shop, mostly catering to tourists, selling souvenirs.  

Two very kind young ladies were working there.  

There was a local (I assume) older fellow that was there too.  He wasn't shopping.  He really wasn't doing anything.  

He wouldn't stop talking though.  I had a bit of a hard time asking about items for sale, and even when I paid for my purchases, the guy was going on and on.

He was dropping names left and right.  Apparently, he knew some local celebrities at some point and claimed to have some notoriety himself.  

I felt bad for the two young girls.  They really couldn't do much.  They were the old guys captive, reluctant audience.  Also, I think most of us have had friends with some claim to fame.  Most people I know in that position don't go around telling everyone about it.

I usually enjoy chatting with locals here and there when we travel, but you get the occasional person eager to impress anyone who will listen with their inflated stories.  

We tried to politely remove ourselves from the man's monologue.

1970s Matchbook Cover, New York City

 Here is a nice matchbook cover showing NYC from the 1970s!

Mayville Village Park, Mayville, NY Old Postcard

 This old linen postcard shows Mayville New York.  It is unused and undated.  I am guessing it is from the 50s.

Random Thoughts on Friday: Bank Robbery in Berea

 Yesterday, there was a bank robbery in Berea Kentucky.  I have had a lot to say about the great small town, and the college, half an hour south of Lexington.  I spent several years of my life there.  I still go there frequently- in fact, I was there just a couple of weeks ago having a beverage at Just Love Coffee which is a few steps from the bank that was robbed.

AND, two people were murdered during the robbery.

I was glad to hear that a man is in custody, but what an absolute tragedy for Berea and those two families.

"Extreme Expeditions 3: Bigfoot Versus Yeti" by Adam Davies

On our recent trip to the Great Smoky Mountains, we stopped by "Bigfoot in the Smokies" in Townsend.  The shop is a cool gift shop devoted to all things bigfoot.

The place is cool, and I found several things there that I had to have.  

One thing I noticed was a section of Adam Davies books, signed by the author.

Well, I realized that Adam Davies was actually there at the shop running the place!

Mr. Davies is a well-known researcher in the cryptid world.  He is all over the place.  In fact, we had just been watching a Josh Gates show featuring Adam!

He was very friendly, and he told us he is at the shop frequently, but not every day.  

So, I picked up the book "Extreme Expeditions 3:  Bigfoot Versus Yeti".  The volume is an interesting read, and each chapter kind of covers a specific investigation that Davies participated in (I picked volume 3 up because it includes his adventure with Josh Gates).

The book is perfect.  It is interesting and honest.  The author will let you know that, on many investigations, nothing happened.

BUT, that's not always the case, and he does have some interesting encounters.

 

Random Thoughts on Friday: Alice

 I have mentioned here before that I love old TV shows that I remember from my younger days that give me that warm, fuzzy nostalgic feeling.  My two all-time favorites are Newhart from the 80s and Northern Exposure.

I would often watch those shows on a small black and white TV in my parents' kitchen.  I would  see them, in reruns, after getting home from work late at night.  I loved the fact that they both happened in places a bit foreign to me at the time.  Newhart was in Vermont, and Northern Exposure was in Alaska.

Another TV show that I enjoyed was Alice.  I remember watching Alice when I was a REALLY little kid.  It is one of those shows that just was always there, my parents must have liked it a lot.  Like my two favorite shows, it also took place somewhere exotic that I have now come to love- Phoenix Arizona.

There was something sweet and dreamy about all of the shows, and their characters relationships to the places.  All involved an outsider moving to a new place.  Newhart moved to Vermont to run a B&B.  NE featured a New York doctor moving to a small cold Alaskan town to treat people.  Alice's car broke down in Phoenix, causing her to quickly have to set up her life in a new location.

I grew up in the 80s, and the thought that your car could break down causing a massive life change, and move, does seem logical to me, from a 40 years ago mentality.  Cell phones, the internet, and general instant help wasn't what it is now.  There was a time not too long ago that a car break down literally could cause a person to relocate.

It might be hard for audiences to "get" Alice now.  I don't think I would tell my friends kids, "how watch this, you'll love it".  It doesn't translate to "now."  I enjoyed it, but it wasn't what I remembered.  The jokes, the punchlines are very dated.  But I enjoyed it, because I watched it as a kid.

Panoramic View of Niagara Falls Old Postcard

 This wonderful postcard of Niagara Falls is unused and undated.  I am guessing that it is, or is close to, a century old.

Random Thoughts on Friday

 We took a little road trip recently, as we often do...  And I realized at several moments, someone gave me something just to be nice.  It really made me feel special, and made me appreciate people, and the world a bit more again.

On our trip, we stopped by a museum.  It was a nice visit, and I talked to a nice lady there a bit about the museum and our travels.  I bought a couple of books, and I noticed she put a really nice museum pin in my bag too!  I love that sort of thing!

We stopped at a great BBQ restaurant and ordered a couple of meals.  A nice young lady working there was pleasant, and told us all about the meats, sides etc.  I asked about a couple of sides I wasn't familiar with and she answered our questions.  When we got our food, I realized that she included several sides I had asked about for free.  Maybe they made a lot, and she knew they wouldn't sell all of it, but I sure thought the gesture of the free sides was very kind.

Then, when we got home, I received a package from legendary Vermont author Joseph Citro.  I have mentioned Joe on this blog before, but if you enjoy ghost stories and folklore, especially relating to New England, Joe is the guy.  A couple of his books are absolute classics.  Anyway, I have ordered books directly from him before, and I ordered one from him again before leaving on our trip.  When I got home, I had a package from him with the book I ordered, AND a bonus book, just because Joe is a nice guy.

It was just a nice feeling experiencing such generosity.

Gothic and Strange True Tales of the Civil War by Keven McQueen

 I have read a LOT of books on the Civil War.  I do enjoy picking up a book or two about a particular battle before visiting a battlefield.  I've read a lot of biographies too, and other books.

Honestly, it does get hard at times, finding something that is interesting and original.  Seriously, what more can be written about it?

Well, Keven McQueen has put out a great book- "Gothic and Strange True Tales of the Civil War."

McQueen puts books out a LOT.  His releases are more frequent than some magazines (I have thought about asking him if I can subscribe to his books).  

His books are mostly collections of short stories relating to a topic; true crime being a specialty.

This one is an impressive collection of strange, dark, and just fascinating stories from the Civil War.

He does cover a few handfuls of stories we all know, but, for the most part, the collection is very obscure.  You will find a nice selection of stories relating to death, burial, amputation and all of the other dark subjects.  

I was most impressed with his exceptionally big (and well sourced) section on Confederate soldiers who were black.  The topic is controversial, but he digs up some interesting, and often ignored accounts.

This is easily one of my favorite Civil War books to have come out in some time.

Matchbook Covers from Niagara Falls, 1970s.

 I found a nice set of Niagara Falls Matchbook Covers from the 1970s!  One of my favorite places around!

1970s Matchbook from the Skyon Tower, Niagara Falls Ontario

Here is a nice, simple matchbook cover showing Canada's Skylon Tower from the 1970s, located at Niagara Falls!  We've been there!

Random Thoughts on Friday: Rereading a book from my youth

I briefly brought this up the other day.  Back during my elementary school years, I remember my teacher, Mr. Tanner giving everyone in the class a book.  I remember thinking that was such a kind gesture.  He didn't have to do that.  A book was perfect though.

That was years (oh heck, multiple decades) ago.  I remembered reading the book, and a couple of small details, but I could never really remember the book.

I had tried to google the book before, with the detail or two I sort of remembered, but I could never get it.

I am not a fan of AI, BUT, AI WAS very helpful figuring this one out, and for that I am grateful.

Anyway, I tracked down a (signed!) copy of William Sleator's "Into the Dream" which I had not read in a very long time.  I did this some years ago with another book I read as a kid, "The Indian in the Cupboard" AND I found and read all of the sequels to that one too.

Characters and scenes I had forgotten came back into my mind.  It is still a good book that holds up!

Reading it again was a nice link back to my old (now gone) school and my childhood.

 

Portland Head Light by Night, Portland Maine

 I have been there many times myself.... I found this old postcard of the "Portland Head Light by Night, Casco Bay, Portland, Maine" and I think it is just perfect.  The postcard is unused and undated.

Random Thoughts on Friday

 I mentioned the other day that we have come very far with technology.  Cell phones, social media, etc have given us a certain security that even a few decades ago would have been inconceivable.

I appreciate that, but I also miss the basic mystery and danger of the years of my youth.

Growing up in rural western Kentucky, my cousins, grandparents and many friends lived close.  By close, I mean within a few miles.  I could walk through a field, to my grandparents' house in 20 minutes.  I could walk on the road too, but that would be longer.

These days a kid making a walk like that could call their parents on a cell phone and talk the entire way on their walk to feel safe.  Back then, there was a horrific thrill about walking or running through that field, late at night.  hearing various animals (or whatever my imagination thought about) stalking me.

The mysteries of the world were still a mystery.  Books at your school library about ghosts and bigfoot were such a fun treat.  It was pure joy reading about so much of the unknown.

Now, you can google about those topics or ask AI and get answers and explanations instantly- including the skeptics perspectives.

I miss the thrill of the unknown from the 80s and 90s.

General View of Falls from Canadian Side, Niagara Falls Old Postcard

 This postcard went through the mail to a mother from her children in 1924!

Random Thoughts on Friday

 When the weather changes drastically, as it has recently, its not uncommon for me to get sick.  I found myself in that situation resting and watching TV recently.

I found that there is a channel that just plays the old "Unsolved Mysteries"!  I watched a lot of that over those couple of days.  I forgot how interesting the shows were.

There were several segments of people looking for others in their life that they had lost- mostly lost loves, or people that had helped them in the past.

There were several missing people segments too.

Its so strange how now, with cameras everywhere and social media, its nearly impossible to lose track of someone....  not like before anyway.

I'm not pointing anything out new, but we have really come very far, very fast.

Niagara Falls Old Postcard

 Another great unused postcard showing Niagara Falls.  I am guessing this one was bought sometime in the 1950s.

Random Thoughts on Friday

 I was reading a clickbait article recently (I have to quit doing that).  It was a list put together of the most disappointing signature foods by state (I was surprised the Hot Brown didn't make the list).  Anyway, Nebraska's Runza was number 4.

Have you had a Runza?  They ARE big in Nebraska.  Its ground beef, onions, cabbage, and kraut baked inside of bread.  

I can't remember if I ever mentioned the story of spending my 21st birthday in Nebraska....  I probably have mentioned it, and I will likely mention it again....  but I spent a cold January in Nebraska during my college days.  That month a pretty big deal to the timeline of my life, and I enjoyed it very much.

Anyway, there was a Runza restaurant about half a mile from the dorm where I was staying (Midland Lutheran College, now Midland Lutheran University).  I walked there a few evenings for dinner.  They had a special where if you bought fries and a drink, you got a Runza for the price of the temperature at noon.  I don't think I ever paid more than a quarter for the Runza at that time.

Being away from home (at the time, it was the farthest away from home I had ever been by a lot), somewhat isolated, and in a cold environment- well its easy to get inside of your own mind and think about things.

On a couple of our trips out west we have stopped by that Runza.  I look forward to it.

We occasionally make Runzas at our house now and then...  but I think of Runza very fondly.

Runza deserves more love.

Greetings from Niagara Falls, Canada Old Postcard

 This is a fun postcard from many decades ago (any guesses, judging by those old cars?).  It was unsent and undated.

Random Thoughts on Friday

 I have mentioned the old elementary school I went to when I was little before- Utica Elementary in Utica Kentucky.  It folded back in 2009.  My time there was...  well, a few decades before that.

You can still see part of it from the road.  It was mostly demolished but the huge section that housed the gym is still there.  Farming equipment is usually around it; the property now being utilized for farming.

A couple of years before it closed, I got to go inside with a friend whose daughter was at that time a student.  The school that was massive in my memory wasn't as big as I remembered.  I notice small chairs and low to the ground sinks.  I remembered hundreds of kids in the cafeteria.  Looking at it years later I realized it couldn't have ever been that crowded.

My memories there are mostly of pure joy.  Sure, there were frustrating moments and all, but I always felt lucky to have come up in such a nice, small, community school.

One memory that sticks out involved leaving before Christmas break one year.  Our teacher, Mr. Tanner had gotten all of the students a copy of a book.  I do remember a few moans from the class, but I remember feeling very moved by the kind gesture.  I also remember making a point to read the book, since I really enjoyed reading then, like I do now.

I hunted down a copy of that book and plan to read it again.

Robert Shields, Sedona, Arizona

 

Before I leave Arizona (mentally and on the blog) I wanted to mention Robert Shields.

If you were born...  really in the 80s or later, that name might not mean anything to you.  I BARELY remember Roberts Shields, from Shields and Yarnell, but I do remember that the name was pretty big at one time.  I remember seeing them on variety shows as a kid.

On our first visit to Arizona, I stopped by a jewelry shop in Sedona.  I saw several framed pictures and posters of the mime team on the wall.

I asked the lady there who the Shields and Yarnell fan was and she informed me that Robert Shields owned the shop!

I thought that was pretty cool and made a few purchases.

A few years later, on our second trip, we stopped by the same shop.  I asked a lady there is Robert still owned the business, but he did not.

He is still making art, and I checked his website.  He has some really interesting pieces reasonably priced.

Mothman.... in Berea Kentucky

You know I love Berea Kentucky....  and Mothman.

Not too long ago we were walking our dogs in Berea, and I saw this sign- featuring the Mothman statue in Point Pleasant West Virginia.