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https://www.flyingmag.com/victory-verticals-a-forgotten-and-restored-piece-of-world-war-ii-history/
You may be familiar with the concept of pianos used as weapons—it happened frequently in cartoons—but did you know that Steinway & Sons, the makers of pianos since 1853, had a military contract to build pianos during World War II? And that these pianos, packed tightly in specially designed crates, were often parachuted into war zones?
maybe he is sitting posting on some forum like me while u wilt in the waiting room?
ill get to it
im sitting in a clinic now, between patients.
ok back. ill get to pics wheni have the energy
bottom line....im lucky that ive been to many nice places in the world. but nothing prepared me for the beauty that is alaska,. specifically, and i think this is what attracted me so....its so fucking empty. its the place to go to really just get away from all the shit.
in another life time i could easily see myself living there..
ok maybe this weekend ill post a few pics
ahh bella italia
btw im back from alaska and i guess i should post a few pics but ive ben lazy
The only connection I see here to the right wing is the biker veering right while the pickup makes a right turn. My instinct would be to veer left away from the turning truck although maybe that’s just the lib outlook.
I once sat near him at a wedding of a mutual acquaintance. The guy is built like a tank.
after reading the lady in gold
(andf of course seeing the painting at the Neue Galerie) and understanding how hard it is to today to recover lost nazi loot, another aspect of modern antisemitism, I wonder if another Jewish family will start the legal battle to recover the strad.
time will tell
if they start an airline like emirates, im all for it
Le tour. That time of year again
As Jon would say….jesus
no real thoughts on this, except that in the short looping video on the website, the grey haired gent that appears for a second riding in the "car" looks remarkably like the israeli politican yair lapid
last nights dinner, was carpaccio dressed with olive oil and arugula, stuffed grapevine leaves, (made by a druze woman who sells her stuff at the market), some whole grain bread, and a bottle of prosecco. nothing particularly american i must say, but a nice meal anyway. happy the war is over for now. alaska in two weeks.
may her memory be a blessing, especially the good memories when she was cognitive...., take comfort in those and not the difficult ones at the end
In my family ( meaning my sibs) Its been almost comical how they never let me forget that I got lost twice. Once at sea world in Florida at ge 5 where my mother thought I fell into a shark tank, I don’t know how long I was missing but I was found at some point. Then at age 7 when I was taught if I get lost to tell a policeman (I obviously wandered a lot as a kid..still do, I think) I got lost at jfk in what was then the international arrivals hall, and me being the smart one approached someone in a uniform thinking it’s a policemen an (later I figured it out that he was a cleaning janitor) who took me to the info stand and soon heard over the PA will the parents of bachophile please come get their kid (that would never happen now, no public calls of names) and I was found.
My sibs still remind me and it’s been 60 years.
So…another historic thread will start to wind down…
