In mid-1947, something crashed at a ranch near Roswell, New Mexico. The government removed the debris without explanation.
Newspapers provided one.
This, the Lead Picture Today, Tuesday, July 9, 2019, on the blog –
existentialautotrip.com
Following wide initial interest in the crashed "flying disc", the US military stated that it was merely a conventional weather balloon.
See ‘Thumbnail’ below for further description.
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Commentary
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
So sweet.
My cousin Alex and I hung out for six hours on Sunday.
We shopped for lunch and returned to my apartment where, for the first time, he made meatballs, a pot of Marinara Sauce, roasted asparagus dressed with a vinaigrette, and London Broil with Pesto Sauce, the latter made on a different day.
Six of us sat down to eat and we waited for Alex to taste.
To see if his cooking met with his approval.
Self-consciously he tasted the penne Marinara.
Before he could swallow, he smiled.
Not a fleeting, shy, cover-it-up smile, but a broad, I-can’t-help-it-it’s-so-good smile.
He looked around, still smiling and we all knew and we all tasted and we all agreed: it was delicious.
Alex swallowed.
Still looking around, unbelieving, almost, except that the taste in his mouth put the truth to it.
He can cook.
He smiled.
So sweet.
The hours are ticking away and if we don’t make the most of our time another day will soon click past.
Unnoticed.
Unappreciated.
Tick Tock.
In clock language:
Enjoy today.
Enjoy the week.
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Tracking Postings – Tracking Time
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Our 459th consecutive posting, committed to 5,000.
After 459 posts we’re at the 9.18 percentile of our commitment, that commitment a different way of marking the passage of time.
Posting always done by 6.00am the day of, but usually by 6pm of the night before.
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Weather
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
On this day Boston will enjoy warm temperatures, with a high of 86* and a feels-like of 86* under sunny skies.
The next days look splendid, as well.
Seventies and eighties with a lot of sun.
Anyone complaining?
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Dinner
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Dinner Sunday was at my apartment with novice chef Alex doing the honors. He made Marinara Sauce, Meatballs, Asparagus Vinaigrette, and slow-roasted a London Broil, finishing it off with a simultaneous Broil/Sear. He hit on all cylinders. Bravo. Alex.
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Announcements/Tips
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Tough guys.
We were the tough guys.
Boston’s teenaged Italian North Enders of the 1950s and 1960s.
We could take on anybody.
We had our own morality and it did not condemn lawbreakers.
You might say we admired them.
Robin Hoods, all, because they (we) never committed crimes against our own.
Despite being rough-tough cream puffs, the disarming thing is (was) we could laugh at ourselves.
One reason why Italians never cried “Discrimination!”
We offer this observation as a prelude to the ethnic joke we’re posting today.
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Chuckle of the Day:
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Before reading the chuckle and taking offense, please read the background in the Announcement section above.
Two Northenders approach St. Peter sitting at his desk by the Pearly Gates.
He asks what they think they’re doing. They know they can never get in.
“Well, we thought as a last-ditch effort, you could ask God for us. We can’t help how we were brought up.”
St. Peter gets goes off to talk to God, returning to his desk just a bit later. He rushes off again, rushing into the Presence yelling, “God! God! They’re gone!”
“The two Northenders?”
“No! The Pearly Gates.”
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Tuesday, July 9, 2019
This from our dear friend, Tommie T from So Carolina:
I had no idea about the glue, linen paintings.
Great information.
Nor did I ever know that you can sit by a lake without bugs!
I live in the south where bugs are part of our destiny.
The cock roach is known as our pet palmetto bug and can fly across a room.
Mosquitoes are the size of damn quarters.
So we go nowhere without major bug spray.
We will all probably die from Deet, but at least we will not suffer the onslaught of mosquitoes and looking like we were eaten alive by some huge varmint.
Welcome to the southern summer!
But we love the blistering hot weather and we have learned to deal with the bugs.
The cicadas are now in residence and reminds me of the book, Where the Crawdads Sing.
Web Meister Responds: Gulp!
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Today’s Thumbnail
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Continued from Lead Picture Story:
Interest subsequently waned until the late 1970s, when ufologists began promoting a variety of increasingly elaborate conspiracy theories, claiming that one or more alien spacecraft had crash-landed and that the extraterrestrial occupants had been recovered by the military, which then engaged in a cover-up.
Unidentified flying object (UFO) is the popular term for any aerial phenomenon that cannot immediately be identified.
Most UFOs are identified on investigation as conventional objects or phenomena.
The term is widely used for claimed observations of extraterrestrial spacecraft.
In the 1990s, the US military published two reports disclosing the true nature of the crashed object: a nuclear test surveillance balloon from Project Mogul.
Nevertheless, the Roswell incident continues to be of interest in popular media, and conspiracy theories surrounding the event persist.
Roswell has been described as "the world's most famous, most exhaustively investigated, and most thoroughly debunked UFO claim".
Extraterrestrial life (often called aliens) refers to life occurring outside of Earth which did not originate on Earth.
I have three photos, hard to come by.
One of David D interrogating a teenager.
One of Jillian Anderson drawing down on a suspect.
And one of the pair talking to a strange, alien-type.
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Good Morning on this Monday, the eighth day of July, 2019
Our lead picture illustrates the newspapers publishing the spectacular, however unreal.
Our commentary spoke of the birth of a dedicated cook.
We posted the Boston weather report, the ticking calendar, and the growing number of posts as a calendar marker.
We posted a letter from our southern connection, Tommie T, and our dinner made by cousin Alex, and a chuckle.
Finally, our Thumbnail added something to the theme of UFOs and Extraterrestials.
And now? Gotta go.
Love.