Hobo Jungle

[healey36]

Traffic Jam in Sonoran Desert (Wide Slow Load)

Looks like Area 51...

[MurphOnMillerAve]

When it gets dark out there on the Sonoran desert, it really, really appears to get DARK. I don't see a street-light anywhere, nor any ambient glow from any population cluster. Seems a lonely place. I'd imagine a resident holds friends especially close and dear.
Murph

[webenda]

Murph,

This explains lack of street lights or other lighting that is easily visible from a distance:=> http://articles.latimes.com/1985-04-07/ ... -pollution

Not everyone complies with the lighting ordnance, as can be seen in this photo:

[rogruth]

Wayne,

What did you do to cause that?

[webenda]

Roger,

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Happens every Saturday night in my lab..............as long as Igor doesn't forget to pay the electric bill,

[Rufus T. Firefly]

A little late, but there were indeed zombies in residence for Halloween.....

[E7]

I was afraid they missed the bus from Hialeah!

[Rufus T. Firefly]

I was afraid they missed the bus from Hialeah!

Nope! Out in the front garden now..........

[rogruth]

In various places around the forum I am seeing some names that I have not seen for a while.

Welcome back and if you are a new forum member please join in when and where you like.

Everyone can add something to MTJ. And don't worry about thread drift.

[healey36]

Despite being Friday the 13th, decided to head off to Kleins to pick up a couple of things for the layout. Kleins used to be located in downtown Baltimore, but one would probably get his/her head stoved in if they visited that locale today. Much better/larger/convenient in Cockeysville...note the lovely storefront:



Can't complain too much...they run their internet/mail-order business out of the attached warehouse and maintain a decent showroom/store as well. Worth the visit.

Der Batmobile is now the daily-driver. On the way home we headed cross-country:



Wind is gusting today. I started off top-down but eventually, after twice raking leaves, nuts, branches and trash out of the car falling from overhead, reluctantly put the top up.

Headed past Sagamore Farms, which Kevin Plank, CEO of UnderArmour, is resurrecting. Native Dancer, the Grey Ghost, was raised and trained here sixty years ago. The farm had fallen into disrepair by the end of the century but is well on its way back from the brink:



Plank has more tied up in white-fence than I have in net-worth.

Traveling north along the old Western Maryland main-line:



After the heavy rains of earlier this week and the wind today, the leaves are for the most part off the trees. Another farm, albeit smaller than Sagamore:



Passed through the town of Boring:



Nobody was out.

Then on to Arcadia and a place I squandered a significant part of my youth, the skating rink Sportsmans Hall:



Teen-aged girls loved to skate, and somebody had to take 'em...

Hope you guys had a safe, uneventful Friday 13th.

Healey

[Tramp]

Healey, these road-trip-photo-word montages are the best. What did you get at Klein's?

As an aside, do you remember a biker bar in Baltimore where the bar was open to the road? Choppers parked between the highway and the bar stools. Great place then. No idea if it still exists.

[sarge]

Healey, mate

Tad and I went out this afternoon in "GRRRR" (the Midget). No camera this time but a lovely go, with the car cheerfully gulping cold air and spitting great growly noises out the back. The leaves on the ridges are down (sigh), so not long for the valleys I'm afraid. You should have seen my wife's face when I said the boy and I were going out for a cold one.

It might be difficult in Der Bayerischer Batmobile, being what it is, but leaves don't land in the cockpit if you just would drive a little faster- Grin!

[healey36]

Nothing too exciting, Tramp...an MTH tell-tale and a couple of street lamps for the station plot I've been working on.

I've been in a lot of bars in Balto but no biker bars. My experience has been that hanging out with real bikers eventually proves to be bad for the health, and hanging out with faux bikers is just obnoxious (nothing like trying to carry a conversation with some banker or stock-broker dressed to the nines in his leathers with his $30K Harley).

There used to be a great bar on Eastern Avenue called the Silver Dollar that was fun. Laid back crowd, mostly steelworkers from Bethlehem/Sparrows Point, either coming off or going on shift. My uncle, the Old Man's brother, lived in Dundalk...most of the guys over there worked either at The Point or down at the marine terminal. Rough bunch, but they could be a lot of fun.

My favorite bar in town was The Owl in the old Belvedere Hotel. It's a really old bar with a lot of history, all restored and yuppified now, but it still attracts a pretty eclectic mix of people. Back in the day, in the summer, some of my college buddies and I would hit a few bars in Fells Point and then storm The Owl at the end of the night. That was right around the time the reporters from the old Baltimore Sun would be rolling off from the press-room and you could hear some crazy stories. My niece had her wedding reception at the Belvedere a few years ago...afterwards we "retired" to the Owl...if you closed your eyes you could still get a sense of what it once was.

[healey36]

Sarge, I'm hoping the thrill is getting to Tad like it once did us...I fear the ranks are thinning looking at the geriatric crowd that seems to routinely show up at some of the drive-ins we attended. It'll be up to him and his buds to carry this thing forward.

I tried to talk my brother into abandoning the pool thing and go retrieve that Midget in Libertytown, but he's too far in. You've got those dollies, man...I think you need to go for it! (I have a spare couch if you need a place to sleep...)

If you're around next week I might try to slip up...want to check in with Dave, lol...

Healey