from the looms of mohawk

Well .. it took 60 years, but that's OK. And you'd have to hear the story to understand.

Wrestling in the late 1940s was a local TV station event. Every Friday night. Even the wrestlers were local. But the guy who stood out and shined far brighter than any other wrestler was Don Eagle. His Mohawk hairdo suited him to a "T."

Don Eagle was the champion of good & fair in the ring. He took on many a dirty wrestler. And when he beat 'em, the viewing audience basked in the glow of his victory over evil. I was 7 at the time.

Now what would any 7 year old male wrestling fan want more than anything in the world? You got it! A Mohawk haircut. Only .. back then we called 'em "Don Eagles."

I wanted a Don Eagle haircut. All the other boys in the project were gettin' 'em. Well .. at least one or two. Anyway .. that's what I wanted more than anything else.

But nooo ... seems that free expression from a seven year old had its boundaries. Mom said no, and that was that.

Today when I explained to Curly the barber what I wanted, he asked, "Is this a dare or a bet?" "Neither," I replied. "It's merely a whim."

So now you have the story behind today's whim.

be still my heart

Kettering's first Sonic is now open for business. It won't be long before me and a few hungry grandkids will be paying our first visit. Maybe we'll mob 'em with a family visit.

And did anyone notice how I murdered the king's English? I love doing that.

who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

MALFUNCTION UPDATE

I remember the trucker chatter on my CB as I headed out west back in the fall of 1980 .. and every so often I'd hear them talkin' about Malfunction Junction. And my fair city, among a handfull of others, has the dubious distinction of being the location of this bane to truckers who must transverse it as they wheel their way to their destinations.

This is a multi year project to be done in 2 phases, as I recall. Access ramp improvement and longer merging lanes, plus the elimination of a few ramps will result in safer travel through this interchange area.

nite time downtown

harrigan's late nite

After last night's downtown excursion .. we headed to Harrigan's for a late night fattening snack.


My 14 year old granddaughter, Marisa, can attribute some of that natural beauty to her Native American heritage. She is part Cherokee and part Blackfoot. Hmm .. I guess I haven't paid that much attention to her feet.

And another beauty .. granddaughter Heather was our waiter.

Uncle Tony & Olivia are discussing the menu. Olivia's mind was made up before we ever arrived. BBQ chicken wings. Boneless. Tony opted for the deep fried breaded cheese sticks.


And here's grandson Jaden .. 10 years old. Hungry as a bear. Can ya tell he's part Filipino? This generation of my family has become a cultural mix. I can't be prejudiced against any race any more. Well .. I'm considering discriminating against rednecks. They are a race .. aren't they?

And last but not least .. this. Of course.

night moves

by the boatload

downtown after dark

It was a dark and cloudy night. Well .. actually, a slow steady rainfall greeted us as we headed for downtown tonight. Dayton was leaving the light on for us, and amateur shutterbugs were invited to head on down with camera in hand.

So .. Lisa, Tony, 4 grandkids and I had a pleasant evening walking the city streets, and getting still photos and video of all the interesting views. We chanced a break in the rainfall .. and viola .. it arrived just in time for us to stroll from one end of downtown to the other. Our grand finale was a trip to the north side of the river to view the Dayton skyline.

We were famished by the time we completed our evening event .. and that meant a stop at Harrigan's to get refueled.

Video to follow.

it's just not for balloons only

best buds

Haley & Madeline