The New American Digest

Headline: “‘No Kings’ Color-Revolution Turns Into White Liberal Boomer Parade“

Now I’m a member of that most dreaded group, white boomer conservatives – yet the news is making it seem that all us boomer types are ex-hippies. (Actually, “ex”-hippies are OK but too many of them never left that playground)

I don’t know that I’ve encountered such a group of people – liberal ex-hippies and wanna-bes – so willing to be so ignorant, so unwilling to look at details, so unwilling to think maybe they should change at least some of their beliefs – yet know so much better than anyone else about just about any topic that comes to their minds.

Way back when in the 80s, I lived in Santa Cruz where I first seriously ran into what I call “hippies with money”.

They struck me as mean-tempered, holier-than-thou hypocrites even then.

All those glorious ideas when they were poor about the “proper” society went out the window when they got money and it became “their” money, not “the man’s” money – or even “our” money.

Now they’ve organized.

I liked living in Santa Cruz – I like the regions within the Santa Cruz mountains – but SC was more quirky than insane then, before the earthquake. No way would I live there now.

I had something else lined up for today but it’ll keep.

I just received this photo of some finish work my brother did recently. I don’t know the proper name for his specialty but “finish carpenter” is what I use.

His work in this photo is the entry way and ceiling trim. Probably other detail trim work as well.

Other than his mother’s house, I don’t think he’s worked on any home under $10M for a long time; some in the $100+M range.

I can’t afford him.

so I have to use family “secrets” to blackmail him 🙂

And there I lay, early O-dark-thirty, instantly teleported from some unknown world to this one.

My brain turned on … or at least changed channels … and I start thinking about the day ahead.

I have things to do, places to go, I got a good night’s sleep, I feel good.

It’s time to get up.

So I swing my legs around to get out of bed and sit up contemplating my next move.

Coming to the conclusion my mind was fooling me about the day ahead.

I’m ready for a nap.

Along about a long time ago, I was in a position to obtain a 1 ft square section of shuttle tile – the original recipe, not the later version. This ⅜” thick section looked like a section of acoustic ceiling tile – weighed a bit less though.

You could hold a ⅜” thick section in your hand and put an acetylene torch to the other side … and not feel the heat through the tile.

Once upon a time, this impressed people and over time, I gave pieces away. What I have now is a few larger sections of what once was a single section of tile.

My house is being repaired from a flood last summer. One of the workers – an apprentice – discovered some of my old CDs when they were moving stuff. This kid – he might be 18 – was very interested in my old Fleetwood Mac and Pink Floyd music. That period of time is old history to him.

Thinking of it, the 70s to him is what the (19)20s were to me. Time of legend and mystery yet some living remnants still exist.

So he was admiring some of my “my shit is stuff” stuff so I showed him the pieces of tile (looking like busted styrofoam).

“Here’s a piece of space shuttle tile.“
“Shuttle? What’s that?“

Automobiles were still a novelty in the 1920s but not the 1970s. Space was still a novelty in the 1970s but not the 2020s.

Time flew by – so make me feel obsolete …