Stop in for a cup of coffee

-
Had hummingbirds kicking around... put the feeder out and they were buzzing about for a few days.

Now, nothing. Haven't seen one at the feeder in a week.

I'm taking it as a sign of impending doom.

:lol:
I've had the feeling of impending doom as a young man on the roadeverytime I got a hair cut

Well, when you get a haircut, you'd better go back home
When you get a haircut, get a barber you have known
Since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair
'Cause you might look like Larry, Moe or Curly if a stranger cuts your hair

Well, Butte, Montana just a-passin' through, one thing I just had to do
Had to get a haircut and I was worried for my hair
I had a feeling of impending doom the minute I stepped into that room
And laid my eyes upon that barber chair...oh yeah.
It was a macho barber shop. Hair dryers were mounted on a rifle rack wasn't no mirrors. The barber chair was a Peterbilt. Barber walked in; he was huge, seven feet tall, three hundred pounds of spring steel and rawhide. Wearin' a hard hat, chewin' a cigar, had a t-shirt on -- said "I hate musicians." Threw me in the chair, sneered and said, "What'll it Be pal?" Now a lot of people would be intimidated in a situation like this...I was not. I am what I am, play my piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I'm a logger...just up in Coos Bay, Oregon. Been toppin' trees -- quite possibly the toughest man in the entire world. He said, "All right!" He gave me a haircut and I walked out of there, my hair was gone! Made Kojak look like Bill Golden. Yeah, had a tremendous craving to operate heavy equipment now, you may think that Butte, Montana haircut's the worst any man could ever get...Wrong!

Well, a few months later I was in L.A., truckin' along on a smoggy day
I needed a haircut so bad, I looked like Bozo the Clown
I was looking shaggy, not too good, I'd put it off as long as I could
And Lord, I hate to get a haircut out of town

Well, I walked in immediately and realized immediately that this guy was into punk rock. The walls were done in black leather. Had chains and whips and handcuffs hangin' on 'em. Barber walked in, he had orange hair. Black mascara. Stainless steel teeth. Black leather jacket with zinc studs. He threw me in the chair, hit me a couple times -- whap, whap -- Chained me down, threw a Nazi flag over me. Said, I'm gonna tell you something might make you a little nervous. I laughed, ha ha ha. I said, "What could possibly make me nervous?" He said, "I'm gay." Nooo problem. I'm not threatened in any way. I mean, I'm secure in my manhood, everything is cool...I am what I am, play my little piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye. I said, "I'm a logger. Played football in high school. I was in the Marine Corps." He said, "All right," and he gave me a haircut. I walked out of there, friends, my hair was purple. Well, at least that mohawk section down the middle was purple. Had a white streak down one side... other side looked like Mr. T. Had a couple safety pins in my cheeks. Felt a teeny bit conspicuous. Luckily, my next job was in San Fransisco. Shoot, I got up there and I didn't even stand out at all. Wasn't even close! Those people thought I was an insurance salesman!

Well, a few months later, I was way down South, grits and gravy and a-hush your mouth
Hair so long I'm startin' to look like a man in drag
It was then that the sheriff came up and said, "Boy, you got too much hair on your head
You better get yourself a haircut or a dog tag!"

Well, when I stepped into the shop, I realized immediately that I was dealing with a born-again barber. Don't see too many barber shops with a steeple. Had an organ in the corner, a choir...an usher led me to the barber chair. Barber walked in, started saying grace, "Oh Lord, for these haircuts we are about to receive, may we be truly thankful. Dominus possum pax probiscus, post mortem, et tu Brute, puella carborundum. He was sorta half-Baptist, half-Catholic... kind of a Cathtist. He started cuttin' my hair and preachin' at the same time. I mean he's a wild man, scissors and razors a-flyin' around my head, he's talkin' about the liquor and wild women and music and sex and the evils of dancing and the music business in general. Then he looked down at me and he said, "What do you do for a living?" Now, I'm not ashamed of what I do for a livin'. Workin' bars and casinos, around liquor and wild women, I just play my piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I run this church for loggers..."

When you get a haircut, be sure to go back home
When you get a haircut, get a barber you have known
Since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair
Or you might look like Larry, Moe or Curly if a stranger cuts your hair
 
I've had the feeling of impending doom as a young man on the roadeverytime I got a hair cut

Well, when you get a haircut, you'd better go back home
When you get a haircut, get a barber you have known
Since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair
'Cause you might look like Larry, Moe or Curly if a stranger cuts your hair

Well, Butte, Montana just a-passin' through, one thing I just had to do
Had to get a haircut and I was worried for my hair
I had a feeling of impending doom the minute I stepped into that room
And laid my eyes upon that barber chair...oh yeah.
It was a macho barber shop. Hair dryers were mounted on a rifle rack wasn't no mirrors. The barber chair was a Peterbilt. Barber walked in; he was huge, seven feet tall, three hundred pounds of spring steel and rawhide. Wearin' a hard hat, chewin' a cigar, had a t-shirt on -- said "I hate musicians." Threw me in the chair, sneered and said, "What'll it Be pal?" Now a lot of people would be intimidated in a situation like this...I was not. I am what I am, play my piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I'm a logger...just up in Coos Bay, Oregon. Been toppin' trees -- quite possibly the toughest man in the entire world. He said, "All right!" He gave me a haircut and I walked out of there, my hair was gone! Made Kojak look like Bill Golden. Yeah, had a tremendous craving to operate heavy equipment now, you may think that Butte, Montana haircut's the worst any man could ever get...Wrong!

Well, a few months later I was in L.A., truckin' along on a smoggy day
I needed a haircut so bad, I looked like Bozo the Clown
I was looking shaggy, not too good, I'd put it off as long as I could
And Lord, I hate to get a haircut out of town

Well, I walked in immediately and realized immediately that this guy was into punk rock. The walls were done in black leather. Had chains and whips and handcuffs hangin' on 'em. Barber walked in, he had orange hair. Black mascara. Stainless steel teeth. Black leather jacket with zinc studs. He threw me in the chair, hit me a couple times -- whap, whap -- Chained me down, threw a Nazi flag over me. Said, I'm gonna tell you something might make you a little nervous. I laughed, ha ha ha. I said, "What could possibly make me nervous?" He said, "I'm gay." Nooo problem. I'm not threatened in any way. I mean, I'm secure in my manhood, everything is cool...I am what I am, play my little piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye. I said, "I'm a logger. Played football in high school. I was in the Marine Corps." He said, "All right," and he gave me a haircut. I walked out of there, friends, my hair was purple. Well, at least that mohawk section down the middle was purple. Had a white streak down one side... other side looked like Mr. T. Had a couple safety pins in my cheeks. Felt a teeny bit conspicuous. Luckily, my next job was in San Fransisco. Shoot, I got up there and I didn't even stand out at all. Wasn't even close! Those people thought I was an insurance salesman!

Well, a few months later, I was way down South, grits and gravy and a-hush your mouth
Hair so long I'm startin' to look like a man in drag
It was then that the sheriff came up and said, "Boy, you got too much hair on your head
You better get yourself a haircut or a dog tag!"

Well, when I stepped into the shop, I realized immediately that I was dealing with a born-again barber. Don't see too many barber shops with a steeple. Had an organ in the corner, a choir...an usher led me to the barber chair. Barber walked in, started saying grace, "Oh Lord, for these haircuts we are about to receive, may we be truly thankful. Dominus possum pax probiscus, post mortem, et tu Brute, puella carborundum. He was sorta half-Baptist, half-Catholic... kind of a Cathtist. He started cuttin' my hair and preachin' at the same time. I mean he's a wild man, scissors and razors a-flyin' around my head, he's talkin' about the liquor and wild women and music and sex and the evils of dancing and the music business in general. Then he looked down at me and he said, "What do you do for a living?" Now, I'm not ashamed of what I do for a livin'. Workin' bars and casinos, around liquor and wild women, I just play my piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I run this church for loggers..."

When you get a haircut, be sure to go back home
When you get a haircut, get a barber you have known
Since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair
Or you might look like Larry, Moe or Curly if a stranger cuts your hair
Military desensitized me to haircuts.

At Fort Brag on at 0600 on a Monday you could get a haircut at the Drop Zone barbershop... each cut took about 2 minutes..... they had vacuum hoses hooked to the clippers. You were more likely to get a burn from the heat of the clipper than anything else.
 
Military desensitized me to haircuts.

At Fort Brag on at 0600 on a Monday you could get a haircut at the Drop Zone barbershop... each cut took about 2 minutes..... they had vacuum hoses hooked to the clippers. You were more likely to get a burn from the heat of the clipper than anything else.
Yep I get mine in the kitchen takes three minutes tops.
 
We got the June Gloom Extreme today! :lol: Foggy/overcast mornings, afternoon sun, mild temps are the norm for June Gloom. Today, we never got past the morning overcast and just barely warmer than it was last night :lol:.
 
Ready to crash I am whipped , pick ax shovel and pry bar. But we are ready to pour tomorrow. But I was cussing my choice to save money when we built the house and I utilized 3inch minus for ballast and back fill.

IMG_3564.jpeg
 
Going back tomorrow, going to set her up and teaching her on keeping battery's charged, building her a cord for her power generator and have her start it (electric) and giving her the components needed, her battery's was all dead or loose on the ground side, I explained that her husband done that to keep the battery from draining, she has 3 mopars to start, drive every 3 weeks. She is my first cousin and her husband of 47 years passed away 13 months ago.
She said she is enjoying the stuff I have tought her, tomorrow I will watch her go threw everything we talked about and take this supply of things she will be using. 45 mile drive one way, least I could do for some of the last of my family

20250602_104131.jpg


20250602_130240.jpg


20250602_130210.jpg


20250602_130159.jpg
 
Ready to crash I am whipped , pick ax shovel and pry bar. But we are ready to pour tomorrow. But I was cussing my choice to save money when we built the house and I utilized 3inch minus for ballast and back fill.

View attachment 1716413501
Don't you love these gravel and rock hills, yep, I bet you are whipped out .
 
Ready to crash I am whipped , pick ax shovel and pry bar. But we are ready to pour tomorrow. But I was cussing my choice to save money when we built the house and I utilized 3inch minus for ballast and back fill.

View attachment 1716413501
We called that stuff "surge material" at the rock farm. Only processed by the primary screens and crushers. It was a little less expensive than base material. Harder to grade in a smooth fashion, but very stable once it got stomped on.
 
Military desensitized me to haircuts.

At Fort Brag on at 0600 on a Monday you could get a haircut at the Drop Zone barbershop... each cut took about 2 minutes..... they had vacuum hoses hooked to the clippers. You were more likely to get a burn from the heat of the clipper than anything else.
Same
 

Going back tomorrow, going to set her up and teaching her on keeping battery's charged, building her a cord for her power generator and have her start it (electric) and giving her the components needed, her battery's was all dead or loose on the ground side, I explained that her husband done that to keep the battery from draining, she has 3 mopars to start, drive every 3 weeks. She is my first cousin and her husband of 47 years passed away 13 months ago.
She said she is enjoying the stuff I have tought her, tomorrow I will watch her go threw everything we talked about and take this supply of things she will be using. 45 mile drive one way, least I could do for some of the last of my family

View attachment 1716413493

View attachment 1716413494

View attachment 1716413495

View attachment 1716413496
Love ya Cousin, that is what family does!
 
Love ya Cousin, that is what family does!
She has two brothers that don't know squat they say anyway, they are farmers, truck drivers that don't want to help her with anything that will better her life, yep my two cousins, I only help those that help there selves, I use to but not anymore at my age.
 
From my experience in the road materials game, for a base material to drive on, if there is a hard rock quarry nearby, as in blasting the rock out of the ground, get the base from them. All the aggregate is very angular including the sand. Helps in the stability of the roadway. River quarry base can be sketchy, lots of round rocks, they're hard but their shape isn't stable. Recycled concrete is another good option for base material. Recycled asphalt works well, but keep it away from areas that could drain into a stream or water supply.
 
From my experience in the road materials game, for a base material to drive on, if there is a hard rock quarry nearby, as in blasting the rock out of the ground, get the base from them. All the aggregate is very angular including the sand. Helps in the stability of the roadway. River quarry base can be sketchy, lots of round rocks, they're hard but their shape isn't stable. Recycled concrete is another good option for base material. Recycled asphalt works well, but keep it away from areas that could drain into a stream or water supply.
Here we call it RC6 , Recycled Concrete. I use it as a base everywhere I can.....
 
Why drink the water from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun towards your domain
Your cup runneth over again
Don't scream about, don't think aloud
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out
Don't worry 'bout, don't speak of doubt
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me ou
 
Why drink the water from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun towards your domain
Your cup runneth over again
Don't scream about, don't think aloud
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out
Don't worry 'bout, don't speak of doubt
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me ou
One of the better 90's songs for me, hadn't thought about it in years, thx

 
-
Back
Top Bottom