When bad shit happens to good people.

Our senior service tech has lost his 44 year old daughter. She was what is euphemistically called “Special needs”. She had a heart the size of a mountain, but the other night it gave out on her, and she went before the sunrise.

Her father is, of course, beside himself. The whole family are gentle and decent people. The Ogwife said a rosary for them the other night and we will have masses said for her in perpetuity. Wake is sunday, keep a happy thought. I can think of nothing more horrid than to be preceeded in death by one’s child.

When I was a pup

I loved taking pictures. I couldn’t very bloody well afford it, but I would save my nickles and dimes and buy rolls of expired Plus-X pan at the local camera shop, wait till I had five exposed rolls, and scrape up 95 cents for a Kodak Tri Chem pack, which would, if you stretched it, just do five rolls.

The trick, as I remembered it, was to take lots of pictures hoping you’d get some good ones, and within the limits of my budget, I did.

But my budget was pretty limited.

I have come far from those days with my Argus C3 and the burnt fingers from the magnesium laden flashbulbs, but I have not had a “Decent” digital camera with which I could make decent pictures, just a lot of el stinko point and shooters. But I have been saving my nickles and dimes again, and tonight I sold a couple items on Ebay that let me pull the trigger on a spanking new Nikon D3100 from Adorama. I also sprung for the $85 three year diamond waranty, which seems to be designed for me, as it’s proof against the more stupid things a duffer can do- things involving moisture, sand, impact,etc.

I look forward to having the freedom to take absolute wads of pictures. Maybe once in a while I can get a nice one. Anyway, it should be here in a couple days.

On the way home from my meeting last night

I witnessed this being trailered westbound on I-80

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I have no idea what it was about, but I’ll tell you, I ain’t gonna go up in it.

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