Monday, May 19, 2008

Out for a Monday morning drive


Maria doesn't have to be at work until 1 p.m. today, so we took the top off of the del Sol and went for a drive.
After stopping at the Brookland Post Office to dispatch a couple of Ebay sales, we went exploring on Crowley's Ridge, cruising up and down county roads we'd not driven before.
The weather is damn near perfect again today - cloudless sky and upper 70s.
Maria cut some roadside honeysuckle with an eye to cultivating it along our backyard chain link fence.
We checked out Frierson Lake State Park, which was mostly deserted. Since we'd left our serious cameras at home, we used my cell phone camera to record the moment.
Here's an intentional "tourist" shot of me and the lake. Notice that the horizon isn't level and that I'm way too far away from the camera, not to mention looking unnaturally stiff and posed.

The second shot was Maria getting it right. The third is Maria in black-and-white taking in the scenery. My Treo smartphone camera often produces photos that require a lot of Photoshop color correction. The one of Maria was so skewed toward the magenta, with other weird imbalances, that I just gave up and made it grayscale.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Just right...


Unlike my son in blistering Las Vegas or our snowbound friends in Alama, Colo., we're enjoying perfect weather here in northeast Arkansas.
We had the outdoor fireplace going this evening while Maria sat on the porch and read by the light from the kitchen.
The temperature is a delightful 70 degrees.
The fireplace is turning out to be an ideal way to dispose of the twigs, branches and limbs our trees have shed over the last six months.

Las Vegas weather report


The latest from Steve.

Helmut's Strudel


Helmut's Strudel is one of my fondest food memories from my decade of running The Indianapolis News's Indiana State Fair Bureau.
Helmut, who was from Austria, made fabulous delicate, multilayered flaky strudel with his grandmother's recipe and it was abso-freaking-lutely delicious.
This is (from left) me, Jane Judkins (now Stegemiller), and Helmut in front of his stand, sometime around 1981.
I think Helmut was living in or around Houston, Texas, at the time. Jane managed to talk him out of a couple of cases of frozen strudel that we used as treats for months later.
The spinach puffs were good too, but the strudel was spectacular.

Downtown Indianapolis - 1968


Here's a noontime street scene from downtown Indianapolis in the summer of 1968.
I was walking east on the north side of Market Street between Monument Circle and Pennsylvania Street with my Honeywell Pentax, with 28mm lens, slung around my neck and a roll of Kodak Tri-X 400 ISO film loaded. Without raising the camera to my eye, I tripped the shutter. The young woman on my left obviously thought I was up to something.
The building on my left was the American Fletcher National Bank, which was bought by Bank One and later by Chase - a consequence of the people at the top realizing you could make more money selling banks than by running them.
If we had an unobstructed view east on Market, we could see where Market Square Arena would be built a few years later. It lived out its useful life as a concert venue and the home of the Indiana Pacers and was demolished a few years ago.
It might be interesting to know what became of the dozen people captured in this frame 40 years ago this summer. Notice that everyone is "dressed up" by today's casual standards - dresses for the women and girls, coats and ties for the men. No jeans, no t-shirts, no flip-flops, no scrubs or sleepwear.
When I was a kid, just a decade earlier, it was understood that you dressed up - put on good clothes - to go downtown in Indianapolis.

Riding to Chili's


Maria had to work at the paper for awhile yesterday, so I fired up the John Deere and mowed the lawn.
With some daylight left, we decided to take the K1200GT out for a ride. We followed the Crowley's Ridge Parkway up to Paragould for a light dinner at Chili's.
No beer, thanks - we're riding.
Unsweet iced tea.
Around here you have to specify or they might bring you iced tea that's heavily laced with sugar.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

It's always something...


In the interest of freeing up space on my C: drive and regaining some of the speed my Core2Duo processor used to have, I copied my 60GB iTunes Music folder to my newer, larger internal hard drive that call itself H:
Then I went into iTunes and clicked Edit>Preferences>Advanced and browsed to the new folder's location on H: drive and OK'd my way back out. I closed iTunes and re-launched it to confirm that it still saw my music.
After a day or so, I figured everything was working fine, so I could chance getting the original iTunes Music folder off of my C: drive to reap the benefits of this change. Ever cautious, I decided against throwing the now-duplicated iTunes Music folder into the trash and, instead, moved it to the H: drive and renamed it Backup iTunes.
Now, when I launch iTunes, it can't see the relocated music. I've repeatedly gone to Edit>Preferences>Advanced and reset to the new location. I also tried resetting to the new location of the backup folder I moved, all with the same result: a blank iTunes music list.
It appears that iTunes was still looking at the original iTunes Music folder on C: drive, even though I told it to work from the new folder on H: drive. But, being a trusting soul, I figured the re-direction was working.
WTF?
I'm loathe to move the ITunes Music folder back to its original location on C: drive and give up the hard drive space and speed.
Anyone have any suggestions on how to get iTunes to redirect?

Friday, May 16, 2008

Just the beginning...


Got this iPhone pic from my son Steve in Las Vegas this afternoon.

Arkansas

Running errands in town this afternoon on Maria's K75S, I found myself behind a pickup truck with two stickers on the back window.
One said, "Don't make me open this" with a picture of a can of "Whoop Ass" bearing the Confederate battle flag.
The other said, "Jesus - Don't leave Earth without him."

Superman's hometown in downstate Illinois


With the weekend upon us, what better time to reprise a weekend ride story that I did about 10 years ago for Motorcycle Tour & Cruiser?

It was the weekend and I wanted to go for a ride.

Then it hit me.

What better place could there be for a mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper like me to go than Metropolis?

That's Metropolis, as in Illinois.

Metropolis, as we all know, is the mythical home of Superman and the folks there play their comic book connection to the hilt. I'd read about Metropolis' Superman fixation in Roadside America – a fabulous compendium of tourist attractions and cultural goofiness and I promised myself I'd go there someday.

This, I decided, was the day. Consulting a map, I realized a trip to Metropolis is a serious day ride from Indianapolis. The round trip amounts to about 600 miles. Undaunted, I picked up Ind. 67 on the southwestside of town and followed it through Spencer and on to Vincennes where I connected with U.S. 50 and headed west toward Illinois.

As I crossed the Wabash River on the Red Skelton Bridge, I reflected that this is the same U.S. 50 that LIFE magazine once dubbed “the loneliest road in America” where it traverses Nevada. Some friends and I blazed down that highway at slightly sub-sonic speeds in July, 1986, on our way to a BMW rally in California and decided it was one of the most exciting roads in America.

A few miles into Illinois, I exited U.S. 50 to head southwest on Ill. 1 through Mt. Carmel and Carmi to pick up U.S. 45 and took it to I-24 and the sleepy little Ohio River town of Metropolis.

It was mid-afternoon by the time rode by a colorful billboard sporting a flying Superman that welcomed me in the name of the Metropolis Chamber of Commerce.

Metropolis, Ill., looks more like Smallville – Superman's boyhood hometown – than it does the sprawling clone of New York City where Superman/Clark Kent hangs out in comic books, films and TV series. It's an inconsistency the folks in Metropolis apparently choose to ignore.

After a few minutes' search, I found the town square where a colorful 15-foot-tall bronze statue of the Man of Steel gazes down Market Street from behind an iron fence. The statue guards the city hall and stands on a pedestal celebrating “Truth – Justice – The American Way.” I parked my bike next to the fence and dodged a land yacht full of elderly tourists to line up a photo of Superman and super bike.

Diagonally across the street from the statue is the Super Museum – a 50,000-item collection of Superman stuff amassed by Jim Hambrick. It was recently named by AAA Auto Travel as the top small-town tourist attraction in America.



Inside, I found myself staring at a dizzying array of Supermanalia. Besides the obvious things like collector pins, t-shirts, sweatshirts, ball caps, shot glasses, thimbles, key rings, squeezy plastic coin purses, comic books, postcards and figural scissors there were unexpected items. There were red and green bottles of Kryptonite Super Hot Sauce with a sign warning, “You’ll run for water faster than a speeding bullet!!!” On the shelves below were rows of Kraft Super Heroes Macaroni & Cheese, offering a choice of Superman, Batman or Wonder woman.

Making my way through the forest of gee-gaws, I found Hambrick’s daughter, Carrie, 20, minding the store from behind a counter that controlled access to the fabulous museum that lay beyond.

Dressed in black, Carrie projected a Gothic style, complete with multiple ear piercings. She looked up from her Anne Rice novel to take my $3 museum admission and answer a few questions.

“What’s your biggest seller here?” I asked.

“T-shirts, magnets… I’d say these Kryptonite rocks are third,” she said, gesturing to a pile of shiny green rocks, each about the size of a child’s fist. The sign next to them announced, “Kryptonite Meteor Fragments from Superman’s home planet! Glows in the Dark! $3.95 each.”

“What are they?”

“Original Ohio River rocks,” Carrie said with a smile. “Painting them is part of my job. I paint them first in dark green, then I take a light green and go over it. Then I take an even brighter green and do a little bit. Then I put glow-in-the-dark paint on them, then I spray them with clear acrylic and then I, like, sprinkle glitter on them and spray them again. It takes about an hour.”

Next to the rocks lay a stack of year-old special Superman Celebration inserts from the local paper, The Planet. Since it’s a weekly, they can’t call it the The Daily Planet, but everyone gets the idea. Metropolis celebrates its Superman connection every year on the second weekend in June with a blowout that draws about 50,000 visitors. The festival has featured appearances by Noel Neill and Jack Larson who played Lois Lane and Jimmy Olson on the 1950s Superman TV series and Margot Kidder, who was Lois Lane in the more recent Superman movies.

The celebration is a big deal at the museum, Carrie said, when serious Superman collectors gather for a dinner and an auction.

“Some of them even walk around in Superman costumes,” she said. “They call themselves the League of Justice.”

The late Kirk Alyn was the first actor to play Superman in a 1948 movie serial and the elder Hambrick worked as his manager in the early 1980s. The Hambricks lived in California then, Carrie said, and “Kirk Alyn was always at our home. He was like a family member… Superman is like my grandfather.”

Turning the image of a grandfatherly Superman over in my mind, I thanked Carrie for sharing and entered the museum section.

The museum is an amazing jumble of valuable Superman memorabilia and toys and Super clutter. The discerning eye will pick out the knitted costume George Reeves wore in the ‘50s TV series. Turning the corner, my heart skipped a beat when I spotted Clark Kent’s horn-rimmed glasses from that series. Suddenly, I was back in the third grade with my first pair of nerdy eyeglasses, telling myself I was really just using them to hide my secret identity.



There’s Helen Slater’s flying harness from the 1984 Supergirl movie, a life mask casting of Marlon Brando's face in his role as Jor-El, Superman’s dad, and some actual “crystals” from the Fortress of Solitude. Mixed in are odd items like Superman suspenders and belts, all kinds of Superman toys, a huge assortment of Superman wrist watches… it goes on and on.

You can even step into a 1960s vintage phone booth, complete with a dial pay phone, and imagine yourself peeling down to the familiar red, yellow and blue costume.

A couple of headless plywood Superman cutouts stand outside the Super Museum as an invitation for passersby to have their heads photographed on Superman's body.

Metropolis got serious about its Super tourist potential in 1972 when plans were unveiled for a $50 million Amazing World of Superman theme park. The project fell through, however, for lack of investors.

In 1986, civic-minded Metropolisites raised $1,000 to install a cheesy-looking seven-foot-tall fiberglass likeness of Superman on the town square. According to Roadside America, vandals wanted to see just how bullet-proof the Man of Fiberglass was and shot him full of holes.

Seven years later, townspeople bought hundreds of engraved paving bricks to raise $120,000 for the present two-ton effigy of the cartoon superhero.

Metropolis' other major attraction is down at the riverfront where Merv Griffin's Riverboat Casino is berthed.

I decided to pass on the casino and, instead, headed toward the north side of town on my last quest of the day. I found it just north of the Metropolis Good Samaritan Nursing Home – the street I knew had to be somewhere in Metropolis.

Lois Lane, of course.




The Super Museum & Souvenir Store, 611 Market Street, Metropolis, IL is open from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. or later every day of the year, holidays included.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Al dente


We went up to Paragould for pizza this evening, and good pizza it was.
However, Maria noticed an Italian gaffe on the menu: Beef Ravioli - Pasta filled with ground beef and smothered with al dente sauce and mozzarela cheese. served with a side of garlic bread.
Here's what Wikipedia says: In cooking, the adjective al dente (pronounced /ɑːlˈdɛnteɪ/) describes pasta and (less commonly) rice that has been cooked so as to be firm but not hard. "Al dente" also describes vegetables that are cooked to the "tender crisp" phase - still offering resistance to the bite, but cooked through. It is often considered to be the ideal form of cooked pasta. Keeping the pasta firm is especially important in baked or "al forno" pasta dishes. The term comes from Italian and means "to the tooth" or "to the bite", referring to the need to chew the pasta due to its firmness. The term is also very commonly used as a name for Italian restaurants around the world.
So in this context, al dente is meaningless gibberish.

Me vs. Technology: I win again


I spent the afternoon fighting technology.
But, by God, I won!
I bought a Linksys Wireless-G Range Expander from Circuit City in hopes of being able to get a stronger WiFi signal up here in our office.
The wireless router is at the nearest live cable outlet, which is in the kitchen. That results in a usable but weak and slow signal in the office.
The alternative was to call the cable company and have them send a guy out to hook up the cable in the office, which would probably cost some serious bucks.
Naturally, I ran into trouble.
I spent about 30 minutes on the phone to Linksys tech support in India until they dropped the connection.
Then I called my tech guru Tim Balough in Alma, Colo. and he talked me through several scenarios for about an hour until we both ran out of ideas.
I finally came back upstairs, worked my way into a corner with the software for my Netgear wireless card, but managed to get a working connection on Maria's computer. Concluding that my Netgear card is hopelessly tangled and not being in the mood to sort out its software problems, I hard-wired the Linksys Range Expander into the ethernet port on the back of my computer, muttered a few incantations and was stunned to discover I now had a working, super-fast internet connection. Finally.

Waiting...

Waiting in the exam room to get my contacts checked...

Just a reminder


Do you wear your seatbelt every time you drive or passenger?
This is a good example of what can happen if you don't.
This crash photo from the 1940s or early '50s in Indianapolis clearly shows where the driver and passenger put their heads into - and in the passenger's case, through - the windshield.
This was commonplace in car crashes and happened years before seatbelts became required equipment in U.S. cars. That came along in the mid-1960s.
The son of a close friend of mine was killed last year because, for whatever foolish reason, he chose not to wear his seatbelt. I think about him often when I belt myself in.

Happy anniversary to us


Today is our seventh wedding anniversary.
We were married under a quilt - quite fitting, considering Maria's love of quilting.
The ceremony was performed by Boone County (Ind.) Clerk Lisa Garoffolo in the rotunda of the Boone County Courthouse in Lebanon.
Suspended above us was the Boone County Quilt, a huge work that was created in the months leading up to the July 4, 1976 U.S. Bicentennial celebration. The quilt was sewn by women from all over the county and represents each community and township in the form of a county map.
The wedding was a small, impromptu affair. We decided on Monday to get married and did it on Tuesday. Maria's family was there, except for her mother who had to work. I put out an invitation to the Indianapolis BMW Club, but only Andy and Jackie Anders were able to respond on such short notice. Maria's flowers came from her own front yard. The reception was at Ice Cream Paradise, a Lebanon drive-in ice cream stand that also had a playground for her nieces and nephews.
The whole thing was in pretty stark contrast to the elaborate and insanely expensive weddings we've photographed in the past three years.
If you go to the Boone County Clerk's office and look up our marriage license, be sure to scan back a few pages to see William Shatner's signature. He married a Zionsville woman in Boone County a few days before our wedding.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Woo-hoo! More space in the garage!


Our old lawn mower, a Troy-Bilt 21" 6.5 horsepower self-propelled walk-behind model that vexed me by always starting on days when I didn't want to cut the grass, left about 15 minutes ago in the back of a pickup truck.
We sold it for a very reasonable price to a young couple who had grown tired of borrowing the husband's father's mower whenever they needed to cut their grass.
It was a win-win situation. They got a good serviceable mower at a great price and we got more open space in our garage.
The tipping point came when we discovered that our new John Deere LA125 will squeeze through the back yard gate with about two inches to spare with the grass chute hinged up. I was afraid it wouldn't fit and we'd have to keep the walk-behind for the back yard.

Doin' good

Arkansas is a state of do-gooders.
Everytime I greet someone with, or respond to, "How're you doing?" I get the response, "I'm doin' good."
It's never "fine (fahn)" or "OK," it's always the grammatically incorrect "good."
So I guess I'm doin' pretty good today.

Back to Devil's Tower


I'll almost certainly pay a visit to Devil's Tower while at the BMW MOA International Rally at Gillette, Wyo. in July.
I shot this the last time I was there - in July, 1995, when I was riding Western highways to Portland and to the BMW MOA International Rally in Durango, Colo.
My first visit was in 1990 during the 'MOA rally at Rapid City, S.D.

Go get 'em, Capital One

I just got a call from Capital One for the people who used to have our phone number. It's the third such call this week.
The guy asked to speak to David.
I explained that the B family hasn't had this phone number for five months and I gave him what I believe is their new number.
"Well, is Jackie there?"
I blew up.
"No, you fucking moron. I just told you the B family - that's David and Jackie - can be reached at the number I just gave you."
"Well, you don't have to get all that!" he responded.
"Yes, I do. And I want you to take this number out of your file for the B family."
Then I terminated the conversation.
I got a call from Capital One yesterday, presumably about a car loan for the Bs, and gave the caller what I believe is the address where they can reposess the vehicle in question.
I'd like to think today's call was the end of it, but we all know it's not.

Cameras


This is my first 35mm camera - a Minolta Himatic-7 rangefinder camera that I bought in the autumn of 1966 while I was working at the Tipton Tribune.
I don't recall what I paid, but I bought it at the Ayr-Way store on the Kokomo bypass. Ayr-Way is gone and the bypass doesn't bypass anything.
It was a great learning tool and served me well for the next several months until I stepped up to a Honeywell Pentax SLR.
Over the years, I've owned three Pentaxes, a Nikon N90S, Nikon F, Nikon F5, and innumerable point-and-shoot 35mm cameras of various brands. My first digital was an Olympus point-and-shoot. Since then, I've owned a Nikon D100 and a Nikon D200. At present, the inventory includes the Nikon F (a sentimental relic), the F5 (just in case I ever need a serious film camera again), the D200 and an Olympus point-and-shoot film camera that refuses to quit and lives in the tankbag of my motorcycle.