Another American Adventure: John's photos

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

John's photos

Here are some photos that John sent and that I think he wants on here. I have a good internet signal from the back porch now so up they go ...

This is to remind me of the Karmen Ghia convertible that I used to have!

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BarbaraAugust 16, 2012 at 1:51 PM
Those cars remind me of the old Alfa Romeo Janski was always repairing. You needed a wrench to open the door. We tooled around Germany in something called a DKW (Deutsche Kinderwagen!LOL). Not so sporty. I used to dream about owning an MGB GT. I had to settle for a more practical car.
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beth cioffolettiAugust 18, 2012 at 9:20 AM
those were the days ... but I do love my car now, a toyota yaris. It's practical but also a bit funky, and great gas mileage. I especially like the way it handles. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am driving the car. I guess with all the driving I've been doing, I've formed a kind of relationship with it. I never felt this way about a car before.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.