Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Miscellany



Some old rockers, and a very old building. Nothing in common, except both old, like me. Old as the hills, and twice as dusty. Too old to cut the mustard anymore. However, there may be snow on the chimney, but there's still a fire in the furnace. My grandma had a coal bin in her basement. Coal truck would show up every year, and stick a coal chute through the basement window, directly into the coal bin. Her house was always hot in the winter, the way she liked it. I'm sure coal fired heat was dirty, but it was central PA., and nobody cared, in those days. I think they converted to fuel oil in the 60's. Not sure that's any great improvement, except way more expensive.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Friday



Here's acouple of kind of cool photos for you. Lightnin Hopkins was my favorite old blues man in the late 60's. He played a kind of slow, electrified country blues that appealed to me. My old pal, Chris called me "Lightnin Bill", because I liked to play slow blues, and appeared to be almost catatonic, and extremely laid back, a lot of the time. Still waters run deep, as they say.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Today is My Birthday, Today, Today!


Today is my Birthday! (I think I said that already) - 62, and still kickin. Above picture is going south on Rt 15, up the mountain in South Williamsport, Pa. I was born in Williamsport (the main town, accross the Susquehanna River). However, my earliest memories are a house on Market Street, in South Williamsport. Market Street was the main drag, after coming over the Market Street Bridge, and eventually turns into Rt 15. My grandma and grandpa Smith (Miffy and Pop), my mother's folks, lived one street over, on Howard Street, in a yellow brick duplex. I remember my grandma used to have a lot of flowers, including Holly Hocks, which you don't see these days. She was a great cook, in the german/pennsylvania dutch style, including chicken pot pie, shoo fly pie, etc. When she baked pies, she would bake the leftover crust with some cinnemon and suger, just for me, which I thought was great. I was the first grandkid in the family, and was treated like a little prince, for about 5 years, until Denise, my cousin, was born. My grandma Bastian (Nana), lived in Williamsport, and for years operated Molly Bastian's Gift Shop, I think on Third Street, downtown. She let me hang out with her over the years, and "help" in the store, which I thought was great. I think I wrote about that in an earlier posting. Turning 62 makes me reflect on those days. My grandparents are long gone now, but had a good run, both living to 95+, although my grandpas only made it into their 80's. Good genes for longevity, though, I tell myself. My folks still live in the area, in Montoursville, east of Williamsport, along the Susquehanna. Brother Steve still lives in Williamsport. We grew up mostly in Kansas City, and Endicott, New York. The folks returned to the Williamsport area years ago, and my brother Steve followed. Brother Scott lives in Endicott, and middle brother, Matt, unfortunately passed away about 10 years ago; only 35 or so. Man.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Friday Again - How Original!


I was thinking yesterday, about my birthplace, and old home town, Williamsport, Pa. Above is a typical winter scene from the old icebox town. It was a great place to spend my early years - used to walk to the end of the street in South Williamsport, and directly up the mountain. I was a real "ridge runner". Now live in Florida, and enjoy the heat, and the flat. Miss my grandmas, and Uncle Jim. My folks live in Montoursville, just to the east, and brother, Steve lives in Williamsport. Wish I could see them more. The wife hates it up there, and vows never to return. Oh well.


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Latest Thinking




Here's the Commander in Chief, checking out the latest armored humvee, so he can send a bunch to Iraq and the non-war in Afganistan. I'm glad things are now so peaceful in our occupied territories, it's not even worth telling us about whats going on - at least until McCain takes over the helm. He's itching for the chance to get his hands dirty, and kick some proverbial arab ass, so let him, right? Wrong!

The other picture is here because I like this chick - she has a loopy kind of sensuality that pleases an old dude like me. That's about as sexy as we get in Bill Bee's Basement, though.
This is a family blog, not that anyone looks at it but me, except by accident. I put in every interest under the sun in my blogspot profile, but no one seems to connect. Oh well. Maybe if I featured more graphic stuff, but that's not my bag. I'd rather talk about old Neil Young, Stones, or Hendrix, old blues, from back in "the day".

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Basement Floods

The picture has nothing to do about the basement, or flooding - I just like it. Johnny Winter was/is one of the great white bluesmen. Because of Fay, it rained in Sarasota all day Saturday, most of the day Sunday, a couple inches. Good for the grass, but not for the sinuses. Monday was nice, though. Mark and Betsy came over, swam, at chinese food with us. Sue and M.I.L. did a 550 piece puzzle, while I went to work (fool). I like the solitude, though.