What Pleased You Today!

[GeeBee]

Getting a letter off a bank in reference to an account i had forgotten about and hadn't used for over 14 years, telling me I've still got money in the account (quite a bit as well) and need to get in touch before the account goes dormant, I'll be on the phone Monday morning.....

[espo]

Make sure your dealing directly with the bank and not some location broker that will get a percentage of your balance. I had something like this only with some stocks a few years ago and it turned out that they were a locater service looking for inactive accounts and charged a big fee to reconnect you with the company whose stocks I had. 

[High octane]

I attended a Classic Cars & Coffee event this morning and it was a great time.

[GeeBee]

1 hour ago, espo said:

Make sure your dealing directly with the bank and not some location broker that will get a percentage of your balance. I had something like this only with some stocks a few years ago and it turned out that they were a locater service looking for inactive accounts and charged a big fee to reconnect you with the company whose stocks I had. 

The letter was sent direct from the bank (HSBC), why I had forgotten about the account i just can't think.

[NYLIBUD]

I Stopped by a truck show.Big rigs,Macks,tow trucks,giant tow trucks,to tow the smaller tow trucks..Im not really into big trucks,but there definitely were some nice new rigs that showed up..A friend of mine brought his 1967 Deuce and a half Army truck.The truck never saw any combat,and only has 19,000 original miles.But it's kinda beat up,in some areas,thats because a tree had fallen on it a few years ago.But it is still in great shape considering.The Kids were loving it.Taking pictures sitting in the truck.Putting on the helmets.My friend puts out all kinds of war items in front of the truck,that he's accumulated.There was a crowd around it...And it's his daily driver..Its a monster.

[Deuces]

I dreamed I hit the Mega Millions.... ??

And then I woke up!..... ?

Edited October 15, 2018 by Deuces

[iamsuperdan]

Sold my truck. Was beautiful, but I was kind of underwhelmed by it. Made money on it so all is good.

Driving a beast (2018 Ram 2500 Limited Megacab) until I figure out what I want to replace it with.

 

 

[slusher]

Beautiful Fall weekend. Had a return cat visitor return. I have no idea where he belongs but he gets good food when he comes by. If he stays I will keep him....

[TarheelRick]

On 10/8/2018 at 2:11 PM, Rob Hall said:

Went and saw the movie 'Bullitt' at my local theatre yesterday, it is having a 50th anniversary theatrical limited re-release.  I've seen the movie at least a dozen times on TV and own a DVD of it, but was fun to see on the big screen.   Before the movie, instead of the usual movie trailers, was a Ford promotional video for the new '19 Mustang Bullitt.

I saw this movie in an "outdoor theater", not a drive-in.  I was in Thailand in '71-72 and one of our base theaters was outside.  Anyway, I remember during the chase scene I was leaning in my seat as the cars swerved and on a couple of occasions I felt my self pressing into the seat as if I had just landed a jump.  Beautiful experience, have watched it several times since but have never felt those sensations.

[Jim N]

Had a great time at Kansas Speedway over the weekend.  Son and I saw a couple of real good races.  Sunday's race was intense.  Had a feeling it could be as Happy Hour practice on Saturday looked like a race on several occasions. 

He got to see his favorite driver, Chase Elliott, win on Sunday.  Second time he has gotten to see a favorite driver win.  Jeff Gordon was his favorite and we saw him win in 2014.

[High octane]

Beautiful weather here for a change today so I took my ride out for a spin and put 'bout 50 miles on it. Also stopped at my friends house to check out the newly painted '67 GP convertible in his garage sitting next to a '66 GTO and a '67 Mustang GT.

[Rob Hall]

Went to a concert downtown, had front row, center seats.  Great show.   Classic cosmic prog rock from John Lodge.

On the way to the show, while slowly going down a busy two-lane street dead-ending into the club parking, the police pulled over the SUV behind me...which was a black Jeep that appeared identical to mine.  Odd. 

On the way home, my Jeep hit the 40,000 mile mark.  Not bad for a '14. 

Watched a freighter go down the river out into Lake Erie from the club, tried to take pics, but through the glass my phone made a blurry pic.   Outside I took a few pics of the city and river at night.  Mellow evening.   

[High octane]

Great seats as my better half and I one time had front row center seats in Vegas to see Elvis impersonator Trent Carlini and that was awesome. I really didn't know until we got there that we had such great seats. Seems like my wife got them off the internet before we even left for Vegas.

[slusher]

1 hour ago, Rob Hall said:

Went to a concert downtown, had front row, center seats.  Great show.   Classic cosmic prog rock from John Lodge.

On the way to the show, while slowly going down a busy two-lane street dead-ending into the club parking, the police pulled over the SUV behind me...which was a black Jeep that appeared identical to mine.  Odd. 

On the way home, my Jeep hit the 40,000 mile mark.  Not bad for a '14. 

Watched a freighter go down the river out into Lake Erie from the club, tried to take pics, but through the glass my phone made a blurry pic.   Outside I took a few pics of the city and river at night.  Mellow evening.   

Great pictures Rob..

[olsbooks]

Just noticed this thread. What a delight!  It will be a regular in the future.  No drama, trolls, wet blankets, etc.  

So what pleased ME today?  Closing my eyes dreaming it was Christmas time in Rural Retreat, VA in 1957 and I was there.

As the current saying of the day goes....."wait for it" . BTW, this was NOT staged.  Very few of his works were.

O Winston Link was one of my heroes for sound and photography.  Incredible stuff worth checking out.

Peace

 

Edited October 26, 2018 by olsbooks

[espo]

9 hours ago, Rob Hall said:

Went to a concert downtown, had front row, center seats.  Great show.   Classic cosmic prog rock from John Lodge.

On the way to the show, while slowly going down a busy two-lane street dead-ending into the club parking, the police pulled over the SUV behind me...which was a black Jeep that appeared identical to mine.  Odd. 

On the way home, my Jeep hit the 40,000 mile mark.  Not bad for a '14. 

Watched a freighter go down the river out into Lake Erie from the club, tried to take pics, but through the glass my phone made a blurry pic.   Outside I took a few pics of the city and river at night.  Mellow evening.   

Sounds like a perfect evening. The setting looks fantastic. 

 

3 hours ago, olsbooks said:

Just noticed this thread. What a delight!  It will be a regular in the future.  No drama, trolls, wet blankets, etc.  

So what pleased ME today?  Closing my eyes dreaming it was Christmas time in Rural Retreat, VA in 1957 and I was there.

As the current saying of the day goes....."wait for it" . BTW, this was NOT staged.  Very few of his works were.

O Winston Link was one of my heroes for sound and photography.  Incredible stuff worth checking out.

Peace

 

One of the hallmarks of a great photographer is putting yourself in the perfect setting at just the right time and use the lighting to your advantage. I think this is very true with black and white in particular.   

[olsbooks]

Yeah...Part of the dream is to go back to my old kodak, hit the drugstore for film, a pack of cigarettes and a malt. Then, go spend a day burning 5 rolls and develop it myself.  That, to me is simple, pleasing, and very rewarding.

Peace.

Edited October 27, 2018 by olsbooks

[TarheelRick]

2 hours ago, olsbooks said:

Yeah...Part of the dream is to go back to my old kodak, hit the drugstore for film, a pack of cigarettes and a malt. Then, go spend a day burning 5 rolls and develop it myself.  That, to me is simple, pleasing, and very rewarding.

Peace.

Yeah, I miss that ability to develop and print my own B/W pictures.  Haven't used my film camera in a while.  It was having some issues, the internal mirror would occasionally stick and I think it may have a small light leak around the film door.  I checked with every camera shop (remember those?) to see about getting it repaired and they all tried to sell me a new digital camera.  I contacted the manufacturer and got the same run around.  So now I have a formerly great film camera with a good selection of lenses, which is collecting age in a box in my basement.

[High octane]

I took my ride out this morning for a Cars & Coffee event and it was a good time. Not too many cars showed up as it's a bit late in the year, however there were 'bout 80 cars on display and for purchase inside. Gotta get the car out as they're NO fun sitting in the garage.

[Ace-Garageguy]

On 10/26/2018 at 5:58 AM, olsbooks said:

...So what pleased ME today?  Closing my eyes dreaming it was Christmas time in Rural Retreat, VA in 1957 and I was there.

As the current saying of the day goes....."wait for it" . BTW, this was NOT staged.  Very few of his works were....

Thanks for the memories. That little piece first made me smile, and then inexplicably sad. I lived through the final days of steam on the B&O, the New York Central, the Pennsy… and though I was young, I realized I was witnessing the end of an era. I remember the magnificent smoke and cinder belching mechanical monsters, their willing, boiling hearts strained to near-bursting as they pulled long, slow coal drags, and the high-stepping thoroughbreds at the head-end of crack passenger trains, with tables in the dining cars laid with white linen and cut crystal. Late at night, the sound of a lonely whistle in the distance, or a big radial-engined airplane overhead, were far more soothing to me than any lullaby could ever be. They meant people were going places, getting things done…things I’d understand and participate in as an adult…beckoning me towards the future. The country was alive and vibrant, healing its war wounds with steel and concrete, glass and rubber and plastic. The US made some of the best products on the planet.

But everything changed. Instead of hauling raw materials to our own factories, the mile long trains are now mostly loaded with second-rate goods we buy from China. Noble machines that, with care, could work for their creators for 100 years or more, are all but gone, cut up for scrap, and replaced with insanely overly-complex appliances, designed around the idea of “planned obsolescence”, intended to be replaced again after a decade or less of service. Today’s background music is the incessant mindless din of tires on the interstates, everyone in a desperate hurry to get nowhere, to do things of little significance. True expertise and experience are denigrated and mocked by purveyors of the “everybody’s opinion is equally valid” mindset. Any mention of manners, morals or ideals brings on ridicule and the smug, self-satisfied sneers of the stupid. Freedom of speech is under attack, putting up Christmas lights is looked at as a hate-crime in places, and the country is being torn apart from within by legions of people willfully, gleefully ignorant of history and what it once meant to be an American.

No, in ’57 we didn’t have smart-phone apps that let you flush the toilet from across town, or refrigerators that could smell the milk going bad and give you a call (without having to actually…OMG!!!...open the door for yourself), or 60% of the population being obese, cars that could park themselves, or the internet that tends to encourage the most superficial and often simply incorrect information to be endlessly repeated as facts. But we DID have a robust middle class, the best engineering in the world, a strong work ethic, and high-school graduates who could read, comprehend what they read, write, spell, handle basic arithmetic…and little kids who could make change from a dollar without a computer or calculator.

For my money, it was a far, far better time to be alive. Ah, but "the past is a foreign country; they do things differently there".   (L.P. Hartley)

Edited October 27, 2018 by Ace-Garageguy

[cobraman]

The wife and I went to see "Hunter Killer". We both enjoyed it.

[espo]

Bill's description of the past and his memories based on the picture olsbooks posted made me think of my own experiences when I was young. My earliest years were in the suburbs of Chicago, Arlington Heights to be exact. My father commuted to down town Chicago every morning and I would ride with my mother to the station every morning and in the evening to pick him up. The commuter trains used by the C&NW ( Chicago North Western ) were all steam and the diesel electrics were coming online for any distance and freight at that time. My grandfather had been a railroad man in the late 1800's and early 1900's helping design the railroad beds going west. I still remember the steam swirling around the drive wheels and the side pistons as the train would pull into the station. I sometimes think people younger than my self have missed a great time in the development of rail transportation in our country since all they have ever known is the diesel electric engines.      

[Tom Geiger]

I finished a model.  First one this year!  And we're nearing year's end!   

I was home today, I had anticipated going to NJ to work on the house, but the storm changed those plans. So what else to do but hit the bench?  I got my final details done and the rain stopped long enough to take some photos outdoors.    

I started an "Under Glass"  thread.   Feeling good enough to clean the model room!

[Jim N]

On 10/27/2018 at 1:59 PM, Ace-Garageguy said:

Thanks for the memories. That little piece first made me smile, and then inexplicably sad. I lived through the final days of steam on the B&O, the New York Central, the Pennsy… and though I was young, I realized I was witnessing the end of an era. I remember the magnificent smoke and cinder belching mechanical monsters, their willing, boiling hearts strained to near-bursting as they pulled long, slow coal drags, and the high-stepping thoroughbreds at the head-end of crack passenger trains, with tables in the dining cars laid with white linen and cut crystal. Late at night, the sound of a lonely whistle in the distance, or a big radial-engined airplane overhead, were far more soothing to me than any lullaby could ever be. They meant people were going places, getting things done…things I’d understand and participate in as an adult…beckoning me towards the future. The country was alive and vibrant, healing its war wounds with steel and concrete, glass and rubber and plastic. The US made some of the best products on the planet.

But everything changed. Instead of hauling raw materials to our own factories, the mile long trains are now mostly loaded with second-rate goods we buy from China. Noble machines that, with care, could work for their creators for 100 years or more, are all but gone, cut up for scrap, and replaced with insanely overly-complex appliances, designed around the idea of “planned obsolescence”, intended to be replaced again after a decade or less of service. Today’s background music is the incessant mindless din of tires on the interstates, everyone in a desperate hurry to get nowhere, to do things of little significance. True expertise and experience are denigrated and mocked by purveyors of the “everybody’s opinion is equally valid” mindset. Any mention of manners, morals or ideals brings on ridicule and the smug, self-satisfied sneers of the stupid. Freedom of speech is under attack, putting up Christmas lights is looked at as a hate-crime in places, and the country is being torn apart from within by legions of people willfully, gleefully ignorant of history and what it once meant to be an American.

No, in ’57 we didn’t have smart-phone apps that let you flush the toilet from across town, or refrigerators that could smell the milk going bad and give you a call (without having to actually…OMG!!!...open the door for yourself), or 60% of the population being obese, cars that could park themselves, or the internet that tends to encourage the most superficial and often simply incorrect information to be endlessly repeated as facts. But we DID have a robust middle class, the best engineering in the world, a strong work ethic, and high-school graduates who could read, comprehend what they read, write, spell, handle basic arithmetic…and little kids who could make change from a dollar without a computer or calculator.

For my money, it was a far, far better time to be alive. Ah, but "the past is a foreign country; they do things differently there".   (L.P. Hartley)

Well said, Bill.

[Deuces]

Amen to that!!...