Month: August 2020

I Looked

When we moved into our house in Aiken in 1989 there was a metal mailbox attached to the side of the house for the mail carriers to put your mail in. We unfortunately were not allowed to use it, we needed to put a mailbox on a post out at the street. The city had transitioned from walking carriers to using trucks to deliver the mail a few years earlier, but the previous owner was grandfathered in and she could still get her mail at her door. The neighborhood carrier had to hop out of their truck and walk up to the porch for them, for us they just cruised down the street and stopped if required.

When we moved into our house here there was no mailbox at the street and there was no metal mailbox attached to the house, but there was an honest-to-god mail slot next to the front door. Klamath Falls uses a walking mail carrier still and our mail comes right inside the house!. We of course have got to know him a bit as he will knock on the door if he has a package for us. We will wave when he is doing his route and we are out for walk around the neighborhood. Donna makes sure to give him some fresh baked cookies if she has made some.

Now that the weather is nice we are often sitting on the front porch when he is doing his delivering. We will go several days running getting mail and then we might go a day without. If we don’t get any mail and he passes by, Donna will say, using a sad voice, “What no mail for me today?” A couple weeks ago we went a couple days with no mail. On the third day, Donna said, “If you don’t bring me any mail tomorrow, I’ll never bake you cookies again.”

The next day he came up the stairs as we were sitting on the porch with no mail in his hand, but he did give Donna what you see to the left here.

Track, Daily, Crush

Oh, What the Heck, What Else Do I Have To Do on Monday Edition.
As of Monday, August 3, 2020 at 9:00 PM pacific time:

Track Daily Crush
1997 Lola T97/20 Indy Lights Racer 1963 Ford Falcon 1984 Nissan 300ZX Straman Convertible
Off to the Simpson website to get a matching race suit. Just like my first car (but mine was white) and the first car I broke… Z Car ‘verts are always ugly ducklings, but this aftermarket one ain’t bad.

Klamath Falls History

The local newspaper on Sunday always reprints articles from the past for around this time frame. In the first story from 100 years ago it is amazing what we take for granted nowadays…and the second, as written, would never fly today for a couple of reasons.

100 Years Ago

A crisis has unfortunately arisen in the ice situation in Klamath Falls which will necessitate careful conservation of this commodity for the next 48 hours. Local consumers have patiently borne a partial shortage for the last two days and it was believed that the condition would be relieved this evening by the arrival of a car which was shipped from the Truckee district in California on Tuesday. Word has been received, however, that the car is not on the train en route from Weed today, which means further handicap for the consumers.

The large storage room of the Klamath Ice & Storage company for the purpose of maintaining a reserve was not completed in time to store ice before the heavy summer demand commenced.

Although the local ice company increased its capacity 33 1/3 per cent this year in order to meet the increasing demand, the home market has grown with such strides that the improvement has lacked considerable of supplying Klamath county needs and the company has shipped in several cars of mountain ice to serve the wholesale customers. The last car was ordered last week by wire, but the message failed to reach its destination and the mistake was discovered after the shipment was presumed to be on the road. Every effort to secure ice from other sources has been fruitless.

The company announces that the hospitals, homes with sickness, firms with large stores of perishable goods and those with which it is under contracts, will receive first consideration and everyone served at the earliest possible moment. It may be impossible to make a residence delivery tomorrow afternoon, but effort will be made to make one Sunday instead, if the outside shipment arrives.

– Evening Herald, August 6, 1920

50 Years Ago

Two Klamath Falls girls on duty with the contractor building the Orindale Draw road really don’t need the signs they use to direct motorists.

They’re pretty enough to stop traffic all by themselves.

Travelers being slowed or halted near the Running Y Ranch, where the contractor is widening Highway 140 for its connection with the new Orindale Draw route, are pleasantly surprised to see not one, but two, very attractive girls at either end of the project.

Hughes & Ladd has the contract for building the road, which will allow Highway 140 traffic west of Klamath Falls to skirt the city by diversion to the Weed-Ashland Junction. Whoever in the firm hired the girls had an appreciation of feminine looks.

Jennifer Hummel, 507 Eldorado Ave., is earning money wielding her “slow” and “stop” signs for her senior year at the University of Oregon. She is turning nut-brown from being exposed to the constant sunshine.

Sandi Hinshaw, 5228 Cottage Ave., wields the same kind of sign with equal effectiveness. She is earning money “to leave Klamath Falls, where I’ve lived all my life.”

“Men don’t want these flagmen jobs,” Sandi declared. “They consider them sissy.”

– Herald and News, August 3, 1970

Track 12 – So Long Marianne

I literally had never heard of Leonard Cohen until RadioParadise, but, oh what I had been missing. This song is off his first album from 1967 and Leonard continued making music off and on until his death in 2016. After “listening” to this video I spent the next hour or so on YouTube listening to more his songs, songs that I was now familiar with.