







I’ve never been as far north as Wisconsin, and my only knowledge of Milwaukee is this:

But I loved that show and wanted to visit Milwaukee to see what all the fuss was about.
By the power of old National Geographic mags, I’ve learned it’s the home of original copper kettles at Pabst’s brewhouse.

I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but in Texas, PBR specials are rampant at bars and poolhalls. It’s oft times sipped ironically in tall boy cans by those with burly hipster beards, horn-rim glasses, and cuffed skinny jeans. But who can argue with these daily specials?
$2 Lone Star, PBR & Ziegenbock
Oh, and sometimes this happens.

That defeats the purpose of keeping the ale chilled but surely it would woo all the single ladies.
However, let’s not forget it was Schlitz that made Milwaukee famous.

Below you see the smiles of execs from both Miller and Schlitz making a toast to Summerfest, an annual brouhaha of merriment, back when Carter was president.

And what could go better with Milwaukee beer than Milwaukee brats?

Such a friendly place all around!


I didn’t think anyone else would be fool enough to chance the overpriced mediocre food and touch-and-go service of Austin’s The Oasis on a blustery, 50 degree day, but then I remembered. Tourists. Tourists everywhere on a cold Spring Break.

Kinda makes you wanna run toward the railing and jump overboard, no?

Don’t do it. You would surely die.

Betty Beach is one of the country’s thousands of women who’ve recently gone into necessary civilian service to release a man to fight. And she loves it! It has meant telescoping her life…making the most of every minute. For her beauty care, she’s sticking to DuBarry Beauty Preparations…first introduced to her in the Famous Success School Course.

I don’t get it. She uses make-up to keep her nose “pretty” so that the pilot will find her attractive? What on earth?

Elephants enjoy the sea at Sanary on the French Riviera. Visible in the upper right-hand corner is the big top of a traveling circus, which visited the port each summer.


My aunt’s stepson visited Iceland recently and snapped this great shot. While his crew was gearing up to hike a glacier, a six-year-old local girl was pushing her baby doll through the frozen tundra. Because that makes sense.
We spent a long weekend in Ft. Worth and caught this 4pm daily cattle drive in The Stockyards. The day before had been a lovely sunny and 75, but a cold front took it down to freezing that night, and folks were bundled up in scarves and hoodies.

This guy led the drive down the cobblestone street.

That solid longhorn (in beautiful burnt orange!) made me laugh, because he kept nudging the cow in front of him with his horns.
It only lasted a few minutes, but it was hard not to want to step out and touch them.

Big Hoss brought up the caboose, and then it was over. Afterward, we got some old-time bottled soda and meandered through the shops. A fun way to round out the twilight hours. But this sign did catch my editor’s eye and caused me to grimace.


Imposing, grand, primitive, huge…yet with human eyes and expressions, enormous black fingers delicately and expertly stripping away thorns from vegetation, possibly ignoring you altogether or looking you straight in the eye. Respect and awe is given, from human to ape.
These are the words my aunt wrote of her trip to Rwanda earlier this month, in which she was able to witness some of the last remaining mountain gorillas on the planet.
“A silverback gorilla is the mature, experienced male leader of a group of mountain gorillas in the wild. Named for the silver saddles across his back, the silverback is responsible for the safety of his group. A group of gorillas, also called a troop, can contain from 5 to 30 gorillas. The silverback decides where the troop travels, where it forages for food, where it will rest and where it will sleep at night.” (http://animals.mom.me)


