(04-Feb-12) The road into Jonesborough was wet, narrow,
and full of traffic as we drove in tonight.
There was enough fog to make the reflected light unpleasant to deal
with. There seems to be a lack of
understanding among local drivers about how to drive in fog and when one should
dim one’s headlights. The preferred
options seem to be,
- In fog, switch on fog lamps and high beam headlights so as to blind the driver and oncoming drivers, while increasing one’s speed.
- Headlights are never to be dimmed for oncoming traffic.
- Have the vehicle altered in such a fashion that the headlight lamps are suitable to use as aircraft landing lights, and that those lights are aimed directly into the eyes of oncoming drivers
- Extra points will be awarded to those drivers who can manage to control the aim point of their headlamps from inside their own vehicle.
The bane of my existence at the
dance gate may well be the little girls from the local colleges who arrive in
groups of 5-6. They will either hand me
a $20.00 bill or they will stop the line while they unroll a folded mass of
currency and peel off 5 sticky $1.00 bills.
Tonight the line reached 10 who wanted to pay separately with
$20.00s. I had little but singles in the
cash box when they all descended upon us.
I’d love to have a sign requesting exact change but that would never go
over with the organization. One of the
local young ladies just emptied out her wallet in order to pay with
pennies. Rather than count pennies
repeatedly I let her in and told her to keep her pennies.
There
is such a difference in how college students are treated locally now compared to
how I recall things being when I entered college. Students were often barely tolerated by the
town’s folk. They were used for cheap
labor by the schools and by local businesses.
Student housing was horrid in nature, one step above being torn
down. I recall one house actually owned
by the university that was jacked up above its foundations. Despite the unsafe nature it was rented to
students. 6-9 people lived in it while I
was in school there. One lived in the
unheated attic, one in the basement, and one in the coal bin. After an ice
storm hit the area the tenants filled two rooms with broken branches and strung
Christmas lights. The university finally
evicted everyone but never saw its own culpability.
(05-Feb-2012) Continuation… is making me weight!
Now for something completely
different.
This is a
very good example of realism in tying flies to be used for fishing.
The fly is tied by Bob Mead; the photo is by Peter Frailey. For more information about realistic flies,
fly tying, fly fishing and some excellent photography, visit Peter Frailty’s
excellent blog:
For more information about what it takes to construct one of
these flies, visit:
Two, perhaps three of these flies will sit on the face of a
dime without crowding each other.
That is some fly!!!
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