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OK, hotdogs aren't really finished, but the end of summer means it is the end of grilling them on the patio. So, to prevent our memory of hotdogs from fading into Paul Revere and the Raiders territory, here is a picture post showing hotdogs and hotdog carts. I particularly like the last picture of the Japanese woman trying to daintily eat one with chopsticks.
I used to follow hockey. I started following it when I was but a young sprout in 1967 when hockey doubled its size via expansion. They did that expansion by creating what was a 6 team expansion division, which faced off against the older 6 team division when it came to Stanley Cup time. As a result, for years the older division routinely clobbered the expansion division in the Cup playoffs.
Since I didn't have a team, I decided to root for the St Louis Blues, the best of the new expansion teams. My sports heroes were Red Berenson as well as Bob and Barclay Plager, which caused many a confused look among my peers because none of them payed any attention to hockey back then. The early Blues dominated their division, but the Stanley Cup eluded them until 2019.
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John F. Peto (1854–1907) was a painter who was unknown in his day. Early in his career he entered paintings to the Philadelphia Academy, but in 1899 he moved to the resort town of Island Heights and his public work as an artist ended. He rented rooms and played clarinet in a local band to support himself. Occasionally he sold paintings to tourists. He primarily painted still lifes.
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| 9/11 sketch by Laurie D. Olin |
I will never forget seeing what hate can destroy…
I will never forget seeing what love can heal…
― Steve Maraboli ―
Japanese pirates were call Wakō. While originally entirely Japanese, later they included Chinese, Philipino and other southeast Asians. The video is a good history that covers the growth, spread and the ebb and flow of the Wakō's fortunes (as well as a fight over a slave girl mentioned in passing, a seeming constant of history when it comes to warriors).
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Old-timey armies, and for that matter modern ones as well if you consider civilian contractors, almost always had a cloud of non-combatants that traveled with them. Cantinières were women attached to an army to provide canteen services. Camp followers were people, generally women and their children, who would informally travel with an army. They provided a variety of services: cooking, laundry, nursing, selling goods, and companionship, both unpaid and paid.
This is a video of a Korean Daehan Steel plant where scrap metal is salvaged and turned into rebar. They also, oddly enough, grow vegetables at it. The photography is excellent; several shots are quite spectacular. The video is not narrated, but you'll want to turn the captions on. They are informative and amusingly flippant at the same time.
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| Going to Work by L. S. Lowry |
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
"This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
"Of all who live, I am the one by whom
"This work can best be done in the right way."
Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.
