Every time I see that train I just want to jump aboard and ride…
SP benches with heat vents. Not needed in Sac. Sacramento to Spokane & taking that midnight train.
Walter Trout: RIDE
But let’s go back long long ago in a crab shack far far away…
Tom T and me having some good time @ Joes Crabshack Old Sac, before that lonesome whistle blows…
Joe Bonamassa and Sloe Gin tell it like it is to be far far away from those old friends and good times and feeling like I been shot down over stormy seas…
Miguel Connor weighs in with timely discussion on rampant Wickedness in High Places. The intro alone is worthwhile; illustrating why “rich” and “compassionate” are never uttered in the same last breath…
………….
“Luck don’t live out here. Out here you survive or you surrender. That’s determined by your strength and your spirit. Wolves don’t kill unlucky deer. They kill the weak ones.”
WIND RIVER
Waking up with Mt. Shasta. Not a bad way to start the day. If only I had slept…sleep is hard to come by when you have nowhere to lay your head.
Shasta 🔥 Sincerely hope this won’t be a bad year for wildfires.
Paddle wheeler along the mighty Columbia.
Waking up with Mt. Shasta. Not a bad way to start the day. If only I had slept…sleep is hard to come by when you have nowhere to lay your head.
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| …Approaching Mt. Hood |
Hood, heading along the Columbia River.
At last!
Arrived about 2a.m. on the night of the full blood moon…out of the train window I saw what I thought was a fire burning on the horizon…no, only moonrise. Got a cab with Fred driving, real nice guy from Mississippi originally. We agreed that we like it better here in Washington except for missing that southern cooking…
Sign above is just down the road from where I finally landed, here at Cedar Village.
This reminds me of those old motor courts one used to see in the mountains. Cute little cut out heart and tree insets on sides of cottages. And very nice people run the place, Olsen is the last name and we share a Swedish heritage. Inside is all newly remodeled. I am surrounded by woodland yet city bus stop is directly in front and downtown is 15 minutes away. Got my senior discount bus pass.
So I am greatly relieved to have found an extended stay motel but I am going to have to go back to work to afford it. This isn’t going to be easy for someone who will be 70 years old next year who is PPD. Permanently Partially Disabled. But with even share rentals at exorbitant prices, it will have to do in the meantime. I found that prices here are comparable to Sacramento, and I do so prefer it here.
Weather thus far in the 70s, some sun, some showers. I have met the nicest people everywhere I have been. And I have fallen in love with the gorgeous scenery and the beauty of Spokane.
Meanwhile, just around the corner…
…it’s Wild!
Wild Rose bushes
Wild Iris * Fleur de Lis
Going Out In Style ~ Dropkick Murphys
Redwing
Blackbird amongst the iris
Yellow Headed Blackbird
I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies
And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr
I'd invite the Flannigans
Replace the window you smashed out
I'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch
I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon
Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room
So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?
He'd tell you to get a permit
Well this time Tom I don't think so
It's a neighborhood reunion
But now we'd get along
Van Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song
With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
Three handsome four string troubadours
And Newton's own Fat Mike
I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
But there's a back up in the bathroom
Cause the Badger's got the shits
You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about
Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach
And dump the sucker out
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
I could really give a shit, I'm going out in style
Make me up dress me up
Feed me a big old shot
Of embalming fluid highballs
So I don't start to rot
Now take me to McGreevy's
I wanna buy one final round
That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
Then hurry up and suck 'em down
If there's a god the girls you loved
Will all come walking through the door
Maybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score
You've got the bed already
And the nerve and courage too
Cause I've be slugging from
A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s
Bathtub brew
You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit, I'm going out in style
Spread my ashes all about
Dump the sucker out
Toast me for a while
I'm going out in style
Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies
And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr
I'd invite the Flannigans
Replace the window you smashed out
I'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch
I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon
Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room
So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?
He'd tell you to get a permit
Well this time Tom I don't think so
It's a neighborhood reunion
But now we'd get along
Van Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song
With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
Three handsome four string troubadours
And Newton's own Fat Mike
I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
But there's a back up in the bathroom
Cause the Badger's got the shits
You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about
Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach
And dump the sucker out
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
I could really give a shit, I'm going out in style
Make me up dress me up
Feed me a big old shot
Of embalming fluid highballs
So I don't start to rot
Now take me to McGreevy's
I wanna buy one final round
That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
Then hurry up and suck 'em down
If there's a god the girls you loved
Will all come walking through the door
Maybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score
You've got the bed already
And the nerve and courage too
Cause I've be slugging from
A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s
Bathtub brew
You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit, I'm going out in style
Spread my ashes all about
Dump the sucker out
Toast me for a while
I'm going out in style
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