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Monthly Archives: June 2010

Looking at this picture made me think of Casper…

which led me to search and find this…

and this…

When I was a kid in the mid-sixties I remember the show being on in the late morning on Saturdays… the closing sequence shows Casper flying underground where an animal (squirrel/fox?) is eating lunch, or so I assumed because Mom would always feed us lunch right after the Casper show.
I find it interesting that the video caption states “the opening was heavily influenced by the folk music show “Hootenanny”… which I also remember watching…

and Mom gave us Chocks vitamins too!


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a song off my favorite Eaglesmith album “Things is Changin'”

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While sitting in the back yard observing the sky and surroundings I determined there were three levels of movement occurring around me.

The bug level took place inches away to a distance of many feet… the hovering bug that maintained its position above a distant bush for minutes before darting away in an instant like a UFO was the coolest at the bug level.

The bird level consisted of a blue jay’s progression from small tree to roof gutter to roof peek to large tree… multiple small birds darting between the trees and seagulls soaring at different levels of what could be as much as a mile high.

At both the bug and bird level is the sway of vegetation in the wind from flowers and bushes to the tallest trees.

The cloud level includes the slow procession across the sky of light and dark colored fluff and an assortment of manmade flying machines from low level personal planes to a shining speck slowly moving across the sky above cloud level… it did not leave a jet trail behind it, so was it a jet?

This personal time of observation and contemplation was one of the most enjoyable of the weekend… the shared meal of salmon, potatoes and green beans my son made while I was waiting on the deck was pretty enjoyable also.



In 1982 the city mounted a six-ton rudder from the steamer Sacramento built in 1895 at the Davidson Shipyard that once occupied the area that is now a park.

Other once thriving shipyards in the city were Frank W. Wheeler & Co. and the  Defoe Shipbuilding Co.

I don’t remember much about Saturday October 6, 1984 other than carving my two and a half year old son Matthew’s name in a plank of railing on a viewing platform overlooking the river. Matthew and I were out exploring the park spending some quality father-son time… most likely because my wife was having a gathering of woman at our house that we had to escape from. I scraped his name in the wood with a key and put the date beneath it… 10-6-84. I’m sure we visited my parents too, whose house was eight blocks south of the park, the house I grew up in. When I was a child I would occasionally explore that same area, but it was not a park, it was an old abandoned city dump where we found many treasures, old bottles etc. Whenever I’m in the park, usually riding my bike like I was this past weekend, I stop to see if that moment in time is still preserved in that plank of wood next to the ever-flowing river.