Looks like Chimney Swallow

Thank you. I was going to make a similar reply. (I hadn't thought about CAPS)

I don't know why the "more reach" myth persists but I guess I see where it comes from. Yours was a good, precise answer.

I had just left the doctor, where I had a binnacle lanced, and was heading in my Rolls Kinardly to my local Meijer to pick up a pancake bubble counter and then to Home Depot to look for a new double-barreled smoke shifter when I suddenly remembered my friend who had trouble getting his Leica fixed because it had DIN bearings and the repairman didn't have the required left-handed, metric screwdriver.

Boy, life really *is* a bitch.

Very nice. I really like 2 and 3, especially 2. I have a similar view from when I was there in 1974, although in that case it was Memorial Day weekend.

I really hope to get back there someday.

What were the camera settings for the second one?

I think the square root of -1 fits into this somewhere.

I have to admit, the first thing I thought of was Jock, from Lady and the Tramp.

A very nice silhouette.

Rocky Rococo

"Further Adventures of Nick Danger"
You can find it on YouTube. It really helps if you remember the '70s.

"Built in a Rocky rococo wedding cake style..."

"Rocky rococo"?

RR~ Good Afternoon Mr.…Danger I'm Rocky Rococo.

ND~ Thanks half pint you just saved me a lot of investigative work.

I guess there are some advantages to being poor.

Unless someone would think my Medic Alert necklace would be worth something.

I don't think spiders carry ID.

Brings a little tear...

As a guitarist, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.

I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my guitar and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Hey, I have a roll of Kodachrome 64 in my dresser drawer - something you can't recover.

If they can bring back Ektachrome...

We have an "antique wooden boat show" here in Michigan, in the Upper Peninsula, in the Les Cheneaux Islands. This year it's the second week of August.

http://www.lciboatshow.com/