All this hubbub surrounding the Green Hornet release on Friday has me pining for the original show. I remember watching re-runs on Nick at Nite back home. Or maybe it was on TBS in the morning before they switched to Gilligan’s Island. Either way, need to find a season of this and hunker down for a day of viewing. I definitely remember seeing the Batman / Green Hornet combo episodes also.
The Halloweekend was a success on many levels. House parties, bar parties, underwear flexing parties, nap parties, party parties. All a blur of pink bow-ties, serving trays and good times with good people. See you next year with spiked shoulder pads and face paint, right Hawk (Joel)?
Upon getting my last roll of film developed, I was scrolling through the photos and came across this one about halfway through. Forgive me while I reflect on it with some sentimentalism momentarily and go softie on you all, but this couldn’t scream any more symbolically about why we spent this weekend in the mountains in the first place. The east coast won’t be the same without you, Ty, and I’ll miss you out here, but good luck finding those greener pastures you are seeking. Santiago & Dunbar 4 eva.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Does anyone think these shoes from Vans are actually going to cut it in the wild? I’ve been wanting a decent pair of kicks to go muckin’ around in, and I do like the looks of these, but it seems like the only thing making them “hiking” shoes/boots is the hiking lace loops and earthy colorways. Thoughts?
I also jumped off this little cliff/waterfall area into the water below and had a blast. The water was so cold it took my breath away.
This weekend, me and some of the boys went up to the Poconos for one last summer-ish/nice weather man weekend. On Saturday morning, we drove to Blakeslee to hit up the Chat-N-Chew Cafe for breakfast and stumbled across the Blakeslee Flea Market after breakfast. Flea markets have to be one of my biggest weaknesses, mainly because I love other people’s old crap. After two hours (which wasn’t enough) we had to head back to the house to meet Joel and Gary but here was my haul, for a measly 4$
The Pure Supersonic Barbarian
More often than not, when listening to music, songs manage to create mini-movies in my head. Starting at the 2:09 mark of Drink, Drank, Drunk by A Sunny Day In Glasgow, I see my brother and me riding mopeds on the sunniest day you’ve ever seen with the sky so blue it’s almost white at the top, squinting head first into the sun and wind and the open road in front of us.
Some day, I will make a thousand mini-movies and soundtrack them with the song I always heard them with in my head.