I used to, but it was my Dad's and his dad's before that. Didn't want to risk it getting snatched. Now I just slip in a S&W Airweight .38.

I was a supplier for them. Just found out an hour ago. They say they will cover my existing stock at cost, but I may be out of business.

Echos of 2020 ricocheting around yet.

To all you hoggers out there who use Costco for the great photoprocessing they do, it may be about to become "did" according to some inside baseball.

Anyone in the know about this?

We had a Navy mate with that nickname... not the buffalo, the bird. On the nose.

In the version I heard, they both had to leave their dogs outside. After a few belts, the guy with the Chihuahua leaves, then gasps loudly and runs back inside. "My gosh, I'm sorry, but my Chihuahua just killed your police dog!"

The other owner, aghast exclaims "Are you kidding? My dog is at least six times bigger than yours! How the hell did THAT happen?!" The first guy says...

"It got stuck in his throat!"

... but what about the holes? Still no answer after 50 years. Dang.

My favorite Acme product obtained instantly by Wiley (super-rapid UPS or FedEx?) was the pizza-sized box of "Instant Holes". You just took one of the black disks out, placed it on a cliff outcropping, perhaps, and the victim would fall through. But one thing I never understood was... how did the "holes" stay in that box?

Interesting read. I first heard about the Nevada's run for the sea in 1967 when my fleet tug's new engineering chief came aboard. He was near retirement and the oldest man on the ship at the time. Our chief was one of the engineers ("snipes") that got those boilers on line and steam up for the attempt at escape that day. He was also one helping retrofit her and get her back on line for the D-Day invasion. I now have the Nevada's cruise book. BTW, our captain had been an ensign on the Tennessee during that time, and all three ships I served aboard were active in WWII. It was during Vietnam, only about 23 years after the war; 1997 until now for our present time line. I've got neckties older than that.

In the local metro pond a few days ago. Two mamas, at least 3 dozen little ones tagging along from random hatches. Sorry about the quality, this is a 4 X plus zoom from a cell phone about 60 feet away.

The light-rail tracks shot is especially awesome. Was that on 4th close to the courthouse? I was nearly creamed by a train about there. Keep one eye open that's not in the viewfinder!

You should send these to Mayor Jacob Frey (MayJay)

I gotta admit, I used to sneak purchases in the house late at night. Cameras and gear could go in the briefcase, but sometimes the impulse for a great deal was overwhelming. Back in about 1975, I couldn't resist the urge to buy a 1947 Wurlitzer jukebox, complete with original vintage 45s. I took it apart in the garage and hauled the pieces down to the rec room. Turns out the turntable, motor, spindle and changer mechanism was all one big piece that weighed over 100 pounds. Somehow I got it on my back and down the basement it went. The final assembly took until 4 AM, and I hooked it up to the light switch with a record already on the platter. When she went downstairs at 7 AM with a load of laundry and hit the switch, it lit up with all its post-WWII resplendency and Frank Sinatra's "Witchcraft" came booming up the stairs. After a long silence, I heard her come up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom. "You a**hole" was her only comment. "But I only paid 50 bucks!" was mine. She learned to love it, especially when I helped her stock it with her favorite 45s. Years later, I sold it to my friend the pharmacist for $2,500 and shared it with her. The lesson is, if you share the booty, the more you can get.

At 73 1/2 and with floaters and retinoschisis, I got a 4. Pretty good for an old hatched-out white guy.

Absolutely gorgeous images! Glad to see this set here. My Dad and I tried to find what happened to the Belle, having missed her on Mud Island and later in the NW. BTW, we were the only ones in the front row of the theater when the movie came out because we bought tickets early and they closed the box office for a loss of water utilities just after we got them. When we went to check in after a bite to eat, they said we'd be alone in the theater but couldn't use the restrooms. It was great because we were right up front and to me, it was like being in that plane.

The short story is, I wanted to see the movie with Dad since he had said very little of his own B-17 missions during 1944. Without going into detail, his heavy bomb group had to complete 50 missions before rotation home, twice those of the Belle. He survived being shot down, ditching in the sea, a secret mission landing behind enemy lines and rescuing 33 downed fliers with an OSS crew, and being wounded. There's still shrapnel in his A2 jacket with 50 bombs under the breast pocket. He was awarded the DFC 55 years afterward in a ceremony in ND. But the thing that impressed me most was that before their first mission after arriving at the base as new replacements after the Memmingen raid where the entire squadron had been shot down, they had to help sort the personal belongings and footlockers of the airmen they replaced. I try to comprehend their mental state before suiting up the next day. The flak on the next 20 missions before they were shot down and ditched was bad enough that when I asked him how realistic the movie flak depictions were during the fly-around scene Morgan had to make because of cloud cover, he said it wasn't very realistic. His exact words, which I repeated for the military funeral we had for him nearly four years ago were; "It was worse. A hell of a lot worse! It looked as if we could have walked on it!"
After 75 years... we can't even imagine what they went through. Ironically, after coming safely home, late in 1944, he couldn't buy a beer in the states. He was only 19!! Tell that to the Antifa brats of today.

My Dad did 50 missions in R/G position, 1944 with the 15th. DFC, Purple Heart, secret mission landing in German held territory and rescuing 33 downed American fliers with the OSS. Shot down once, went to Ploesti several times, and he always said flying back over the Alps was the toughest. The Germans still had control over northern Italy. Great shot of the BC-348 receiver.