Yep, I warned ya, another damn “SHIRT OF THE DAY”. This one is from an original 1930 clip art collection. I selected it to harken back to a time in days gone by, a time our conservative friends want us to return to, where life was simple, pure and much more family friendly.
I mean WHAT is there to be said about this design? So innocent, so pure in it’s playful depiction of a happy cowgirl going about her daily chores or ridin’ and ropin’ and wranglin’! It harkens back to an era of gingham and lace and barn dances when God was in our hearts and in our homes and there was NEVER the slightest HINT of any sort of sexual suggestions in the world! Everyone was a virgin and every politician could be trusted.
I should send one of these to Rush Limbaugh!
Bright and early trip up the peninsula this morning, earlier and more direct than usual. Reson for that is that I was a man on a mission, heading for a Diner in Sebastapol where a waitress I used to flirt with had asked about me a couple times when some of my friends went in to eat. This gal and I had in the past enjoyed a somewhat snappy repartee and the thought of restarting that made me smile so I figured I would drop in and say hi. Additonally she is an artist herself so there was the potential for some shop talk as well…oh and bisquits and gravy. ‘Twas not to be though, Saturday morning “Sebastapolocks” meant there was little time to catch up, but her smile was bright as usual and the extra miles on the road are not something I would ever regret. It is a beautiful day and I love the road.
Nick’s first short film, the one he and I worked on two weekends ago, is showing today at a student film festival so when he rouses himself from his “growly bear” status and gets dressed we will be off to that. I also have to crank out the “Shirt of the day” for the shop as well. This evening is Terran Swanson’s birthday bar-b-que which means a chance to catch up with the denizens of my racy past. It will be nice to see a lot of them, but not so nice as I think I will be going to the track anytime soon. I still miss racing so much that it just simply too hard to go watch everyone else do it. I mean there is NO financial way that I could even TRY to do it right now but when you are addicted you are addicted.
More later, have a great Saturday!
It isn’t very often that a Lost Legend resurfaces, especially in the music industry. Usually when they do it is with a lot of pomp and flash and leather as some current “Rock Legend” shows how cool he is for knowing about some old guy who no one else had ever heard of.
That is not the way it is for Chuck “Blind Bonefish” O’Reilly, last of the great West Coast blues men. Actually, as far as we can tell, Bonefish was the ONLY Great West Coast Blues man.
Born in 1895 in San Francisco, the son of a banker and a ingenue, Chuck seemed destined for a life of comfort. That is until his Parents decided to leave their life of privilege and seek a new start in the Barbary Coast. His father became a mule handler which payed their room on their flat above “The Opera Comique” bar with enough left over for him to take night classes at the community college to learn to become a con man. Tragedy struck when his father arrived at his first night class only to discover an empty room with “Any Questions?” scrawled on the chalkboard.
His mother opened the only kosher deli on Geary at the time but was doomed to failure. Most people thought this was due to her having been raised Irish Catholic. In the end she helped make ends meet by a regular practice of taunting missionaries.
A gifted child Chuck learned to play the guitar at the age of 5 from a chinese fry cook name Clancy. Although it became clear he was gifted musically Chuck was unable to achieve any sort of recognition until he was 9 years old and the Earthquake devastated San Francisco. After that he toured music halls and saloons through out the west until his untimely death in 1935.
During the autopsy the coroner shot several pictures of the body, iuncluding shots of an odd Tattoo on the left butt cheek. Through the wonders of digital technology that tattoo has been lovingly reproduced as a fitting tribute to a lost legend
OK! OK! SO I have a new design and I am suddenly BOMBARDING YOU with all sorts of STUFF tha you should spend yer hard earned dough on.
OK, well here is one more. I promise I will take time to be clever with words and picture but in the meantime IPs don’t pay for themselves after all!