The Tiger's Eye: September 2006

21 September 2006

...Sidebar...

One of these days I am going to have to figure out how to reformat my blog and add some links. I read a number of blogs daily but haven't added them to my roll because I AM LAZY!

18 September 2006

Announcement


Well, its official! The Hughes Family is officially a middle class couple of Geist fogies.
How can this be, there is an SUV parked in my garage! Not only that but its brand spanking new (still has the new car smell and everything! only has about 150 miles on it).
We purchased a 2006 Kia Sorento this past weekend.

16 September 2006

Neat, keen, super-cool & Groovy

My wife’s cousin is a collector.
One of his passions is 1960’s “muscle bikes”. A while back when we were talking about the great bikes we had owned as kids, he told me that his collection was a pale imitation to the granddaddy of them all. He has an acquaintance; Jim Barnard in Bloomfield, CT who has probably the largest and most complete collection of these babies in the US maybe the world.

Here are some photos from his collection, feast your peepers on these babies:













- Schwinn Rams Horn Fastback. 5 sp. Black. Ultra kool, ultra rare.












This is a "typical wall of bikes.


















I had a friend who had a Murray, we all thought it was the coolest bike in the neighborhood.

I highly recommend his website: http://www.nemusclebikes.com/
Stop by and step back in time to when all you thought about was how far you could ride that wheelie.

11 September 2006

The day my eyes were opened

PHOTOGRAPH FROM SEPTEMBER 11

They jumped from the burning floors
one, two, a few more,
higher, lower.

The photograph halted them in life,
and now keeps them
above the earth toward the earth.

Each is still complete,
with a particular face
and blood well hidden.

There’s enough time
for hair to come loose,
for keys and coins
to fall from pockets.

They’re still within the air’s reach,
within the compass of places
that have just now opened.

I can do only two things for them
describe this flight
and not add a last line.

A poem by Wislawa Szymborska, winner of the 1996 Nobel Prize for Literature. (Hat tip: LittleGreenFootballs.)