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captainsblogPretty much what my social media life has been reduced to this week: getting stuck in traffic all over town and taking pictures of the car in front of me when I think it's funny.
Most recently: our Smart cars both had an ACTUAL SIZE sticker on them after I saw one on a Mini someplace years ago. Today was my first find of one in the wild since then on the actual intended model (actually, I guess I'm "Minisplaining" this;)
Earlier in the day, two religious stickers on this Chevy. Only I mistook the one on the right, which Bill Sheehan helpfully identified as a "monstrance," for a headshot of Bill the Cat.
Here, you decide.
THBBFT! to you, too!
Our green contestant was this one, with one of those ovals I'd never seen. It's for Saratoga Springs, which I'd always associated with sedate music and thoroughbreds on parade- not with smashing beer cans into your head.
Some earlier ones I took: this one, at the end of my previous Very Full Week, seen in traffic in the Southtowns (you'll get it eventually):
And the beginning of the trend, a couple of weekends back, when I saw this guy in the Wegmans parking lot. I pulled in next to him, looked in his back seat (which genuinely was quite full), and said, "Yeah, it IS bigger than it looks on the inside!"
He got it:)
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This has also been a week of dubious anniversaries.
Two nights ago, posts started showing up reminding me that it was 25 years to the day earlier that a certain Buffalo Bills sports legend led LA police, and eventually the whole country, on the most bizarre slow-speed chase in history. I clearly remember my Where Were You moment for that: here, in my one and only summer downtown, watching it on a black-and-white television set up in the law firm I moved here for (and out of less than a year later). Who'd have known the strangeness that would ensue over the coming months and years? One thing I don't remember from the time was that there was an important NBA game on that night- and NBC pre-empted Game Five between the Knicks and Rockets for its whitewall-to-whitewall coverage of the White Ford Bronco Chase. Both of those events make their way into a delightful indie film we discovered, and since purchased, called Rockaway- named for the EAST town of that name in Nassau County, it follows mainly one truly amazing kid as he comes of age and, years later, relives the moments of that time of his life, including especially that never-seen Game Five. Orenthal only appears in stock footage, but the main character's hero, Knicks player John Starks, is finally seen by the time the film reaches its very fitting conclusion. (Another film set around the same time, Captain Marvel, also features a somewhat faster and more Fury-ous chase scene in LA. Started watching the video of that last night.)
Then today, we were reminded of even more recent ignominy. This night in 1999, the Sabres went to triple overtime trying to win Game Six of the Stanley Cup finals, and lost it on a goal by Brett Hull. Or did they? In those pre-smartphone and limited internet days, it took close to half an hour for anyone to react to replays which showed Hull's foot was illegally in the crease when he scored. (Or was it? Supposedly there was This Memo which retroactively made it all okay.) I can't remember if I was awake for that moment, but it didn't take long for "No Goal" to enter the permanent local sports lexicon of Fail, as "Wide Right" had done at the start of the decade and "Forward Lateral" would in the earliest moments of the next one.
ETA. And the morning after the anniversary, local broadcaster/archivist/bowtie wearer Steve CichonJohnson posted this link to his contribution to that legendary era of Sabres hockey: Haseoke!
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No travel beyond downtown B-lo this week, but it's been plenty busy. One court hearing Monday, two by phone yesterday, three downtown today. I think that's it for the week, although Friday will be a long Rochester day to catch up on assorted things and check out the Jazz Festival. Including, possibly Elwood himself, who's joining the Downchild Blues Band for some of the Brothers' most famed works.
And probably there'll be a car to photograph:
It's got a cop motor, a 440-cubic-inch plant. It's got cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas.
Most recently: our Smart cars both had an ACTUAL SIZE sticker on them after I saw one on a Mini someplace years ago. Today was my first find of one in the wild since then on the actual intended model (actually, I guess I'm "Minisplaining" this;)
Earlier in the day, two religious stickers on this Chevy. Only I mistook the one on the right, which Bill Sheehan helpfully identified as a "monstrance," for a headshot of Bill the Cat.
Here, you decide.
THBBFT! to you, too!
Our green contestant was this one, with one of those ovals I'd never seen. It's for Saratoga Springs, which I'd always associated with sedate music and thoroughbreds on parade- not with smashing beer cans into your head.
Some earlier ones I took: this one, at the end of my previous Very Full Week, seen in traffic in the Southtowns (you'll get it eventually):
And the beginning of the trend, a couple of weekends back, when I saw this guy in the Wegmans parking lot. I pulled in next to him, looked in his back seat (which genuinely was quite full), and said, "Yeah, it IS bigger than it looks on the inside!"
He got it:)
----
This has also been a week of dubious anniversaries.
Two nights ago, posts started showing up reminding me that it was 25 years to the day earlier that a certain Buffalo Bills sports legend led LA police, and eventually the whole country, on the most bizarre slow-speed chase in history. I clearly remember my Where Were You moment for that: here, in my one and only summer downtown, watching it on a black-and-white television set up in the law firm I moved here for (and out of less than a year later). Who'd have known the strangeness that would ensue over the coming months and years? One thing I don't remember from the time was that there was an important NBA game on that night- and NBC pre-empted Game Five between the Knicks and Rockets for its whitewall-to-whitewall coverage of the White Ford Bronco Chase. Both of those events make their way into a delightful indie film we discovered, and since purchased, called Rockaway- named for the EAST town of that name in Nassau County, it follows mainly one truly amazing kid as he comes of age and, years later, relives the moments of that time of his life, including especially that never-seen Game Five. Orenthal only appears in stock footage, but the main character's hero, Knicks player John Starks, is finally seen by the time the film reaches its very fitting conclusion. (Another film set around the same time, Captain Marvel, also features a somewhat faster and more Fury-ous chase scene in LA. Started watching the video of that last night.)
Then today, we were reminded of even more recent ignominy. This night in 1999, the Sabres went to triple overtime trying to win Game Six of the Stanley Cup finals, and lost it on a goal by Brett Hull. Or did they? In those pre-smartphone and limited internet days, it took close to half an hour for anyone to react to replays which showed Hull's foot was illegally in the crease when he scored. (Or was it? Supposedly there was This Memo which retroactively made it all okay.) I can't remember if I was awake for that moment, but it didn't take long for "No Goal" to enter the permanent local sports lexicon of Fail, as "Wide Right" had done at the start of the decade and "Forward Lateral" would in the earliest moments of the next one.
ETA. And the morning after the anniversary, local broadcaster/archivist/bowtie wearer Steve Cichon
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No travel beyond downtown B-lo this week, but it's been plenty busy. One court hearing Monday, two by phone yesterday, three downtown today. I think that's it for the week, although Friday will be a long Rochester day to catch up on assorted things and check out the Jazz Festival. Including, possibly Elwood himself, who's joining the Downchild Blues Band for some of the Brothers' most famed works.
And probably there'll be a car to photograph:
It's got a cop motor, a 440-cubic-inch plant. It's got cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas.