*Chachi Arcola was a character on the sitcom Happy Days, many moons ago.
And Here I Thought Arcola Was Just Chachi’s Last Name
Category: Art
Coffee Schmoffee
Well, that sounds fine and dandy, but as a person who only puts God-awful stevia into her coffee to prevent sugarbeetes, I can testify that the thought of twice-daily cocoa invites fear.
Although, somehow I can rationalize dark chocolate and Coke and ice cream…
Flapper’s Delight
Let The Light Pour In
Cattle traders discuss sales in a Burgundy cafe in 1978 at Saint Cristophe en Brionnais.
That Moment When Michael Told Billie Jean The Kid Was Not His Son
A box in the attic revealed a hodgepodge of dolls, such as this Thriller Michael, redhaired mermaid, Little House on the Prairie with fabulous hair, and diminutive Mork from Ork.
Somehow I scored a Julie Stiles Barbie doll before she was even born.
They both like woodland creatures.
Closing Time
You Do Not Bump Into Things
Ten Minutes Of July Sky
No Happy Trees For Her
Summer Rainstorm
We’re getting a nice little afternoon shower today. When so many summers of the past have proven rainless, we’ll take any we can get!
Picasso’s Last Breath
Rare is the image depicting a celebrity’s last breath before his untimely demise. And yet here we see artist Pablo Picasso’s son (no, not his great-great grandson as one would logically deduce) Claude about to stab his elderly father for the crime of cubism.
Actually, the 74-year-old Picasso pictured here did not die until he was 91 in 1973, while having a dinner party with friends. And down he went. His then-wife, Jacqueline Roque, bitterly prevented son Claude (born of another woman’s loins) from attending the funeral. Not cool. Jacqueline made another bad decision in 1986 when she pointed a gun at herself and pulled the trigger. We don’t have a photo of that one.
If The Best Western Is Booked
I Don't Get It 